Kubal was shivering, trying to stay close to his pet wolf to keep warm. The air was slightly chillier in Conquest Hold than usual. Dar’garok enjoyed the weather. Some others……well….didn’t appreciate it. The fact that the combatants did not have their armor on did not help much either.
Such as Mak’gora goes. Each fighter is allowed only there weapon, or weapons, of choice and their skills. No armor to coat them from their opponent’s blows. As orcish tradition it is usually to the death, the matches here were only until one submitted. There was no need to lose any of Horde members at these times. At first it seems weird, sometimes unappealing. But once one takes to the ring a few times, they usually find it enjoyable. To some, addicting.
This week’s Mak’gora had quite a turnout. Some of his clan was there, as well as others not of his clan. One of them being the mighty Mordrok. Dar’garok would have never have guessed he would make an appearance to one of Stormfist’s events. He also didn’t think Mordrok would challenge someone and charge straight toward them without using a weapon. Dar’garok wondered if he was just that confident, or if he was not thinking before acting.
There were quite a few great bouts. Ones that he had and ones of others. Bronkk and Ali in particular were very entertaining to watch fight. Demitria fought once or twice as well, though Dar’garok did not watch those fights. Something about seeing a female blood elf in no armor fighting just makes him feel uneasy.
Mak’gora night was coming to an end. Dar’garok had quite a few wins under his belt, but before this night was through, Dar’garok must get one more win from a particular clansman. He looks around and spots the one he seeks to fight: an orc death knight, eyes glowing a deep blue, skin white as ice from Icecrown, and axe drenched in a recently killed alliance dog.
The orc mage snarls at the death knight. “DALLET! I CHALLENGE YOU!”
Dallet looks back at Dar’garok, and simply laughs. “Whatever you say, pup.”
The two combatants walked to the center. Dallet’s pale skin and Dar’garok’s bluish green skin seem to glow in the moonlight. His mechanical metal leg seems to give a distinct shine in the moonlight as well.
The mage roars, and without warning, begins casting spells relentlessly at the death knight. Hydrox, who was following Dar’garok, does the same. The death knight charges at the mage, swinging his axe at him, some of them connecting. Dar’garok coats himself in a block of ice to block some of the blows and think of something to beat him, but the block will not last too long. As the ice disappears, the mage puts up clones of him to hopefully confuse him, giving the mage time to send off some of his powerful spells. This did not work as he was strangulated immediately and pulled towards the death knight, continuing his assault. After a while, Dar’garok could not take the attacks, and submits.
“Nice try pup.” Dallet laughs.
Dar’garok could not get his words out, so instead, he simply nods and walks out of the ring. He was angry at himself and Dallet. He has been training for most of the past week, only to lose again.
“SCUM!” the mage roared. Dallet laughs.
Next time, Dar’garok thought, I’ll get you.