[Rhargn Etn]

ooc: Good style of peermodding I think

The roars that spilled forth from the crowd was enough to adrenalize even the most timid of characters into fighting. Pure, cold emotion flooded the pit of the Colosseum as enchanted lights morphed the fools who would fight into heroes for a night. It was perfect, and second by second Rhargn grew in confidence and anticipation.

The announcer called. The description given seemed to make the crowd erupt even louder then they had for the first fighter, but to Rhargn, bamboozlement was all that filled his words. 'Breaker of Men?!' The titan pondered, as he finally made out what was meant by this. 'I can't fight a bloody woman!'

There she was, more man then woman, a figure that a battle hardened veteran would have been proud of. All the same, it was still of figure of the opposite sex, and Rhargn wasn't sure if he'd be able to do the deed, but then it hit him. This was a fight to the death, and she'd signed up to it too, so if the ruffian wasn't prepared to kill her, she'd soon kill him, and then what? Be laughed at by his ancestors? No, this figure before him would be looked upon as if she was a simple street thug, even better, a street thug that would be beating his prostitute mother this istant most probably.

"For what is about to happen, I apologize." Rhargn bellowed, a cloak of guilt already draped around his stocky body, just for the thought of what he'd have to do. Pulling his leather gloves down tightly, the ruffian slowly removed his coat and marched forward. 'If I hesitate i'm done for.' He told himself, picturing the female as male. There was no looking back now.

With the ground between the two closing, Rhargn spied several clogs of dried blood upon the unrecently raked sand, reality was starting to kick in, and as the two finally came within fighting distance, he nodded respectfully, before lauching his coat towards the face of Leather, a death defying battle cry following. He wanted it to be over as soon as possible, for all the more time it ran, the guilt would build up. If she died quickly it would be easier for them both.

With the cloak fluttering towards Leather, Rhargn placed his left leg forward and bent his knees slightly, an instinctive battle stance. His left shoulder and therefore side of his body faced the woman, and with his mace in right hand, he brought it from behind himself and swung towards her midsection. Hopefully, the coat would have blinded or even entangled her enough to be hit with one of the flanges of the mace, which would surely shatter her rib cage if hit. Whatever the outcome of this attack, Rhargn would then backhand from top left to bottom right, before bouncing back a few steps, assessing what to do next.