(Gods dammit xD)

Falin lay on the hard ground for a moment, the wind knocked out of her by the fall.

as khadba's last breath escapes his lungs the beat up heros her foosteps approaching.

Pierelle:" well done. I didn't think you would kill him." she looks at Falin. " now you just have to cut off his head for me. " 

Viranirn looks at Falin:" I like your style. the blood covered, naked torso makes you look like a real killer.  also you have blood dripping from your mouth... well done"

Hadar was getting up off the ground "Well that's over..." (FAITALITY)

Veyd Sahvoz

Hadar was getting up off the ground "Well that's over..." (FAITALITY)

(ok. last problem. in his dying moments khadba kept squeezing on your neck causing his hands to be stuck that way. you will need to have someone cut the fingers off)

Veyd Sahvoz

Hadar was getting up off the ground "Well that's over..." (FAITALITY)

(More accurate: Falin wins! Fatality!)

Sauriil sighed, 'Finally. 'Tis over!'

StrunLokSingh

(Okay. But death always makes a story good! Especially the gory, bloody and just flat out disgusting kind. Will there be any of those kinds of deaths? Please do so!)

(so that got pretty gory and weird)

Pierelle looks at sauriil. " who is this?"

"Damn you stupid orc!" he bitch slapped his hand away and stepped on his face as hard as he could and started pounding on his face with his fists until his knuckles bled and he kicked him repeatedly in the side and stomach he then ripped the shiv from Falin's hands and stabbed Khadba's chest repeatedly "There" 

Shaking her head slightly, Falin pushed herself back up. She guestered to the leather armor. "Take your damned armor. Anyone have something sharp?"

Veyd Sahvoz

"Damn you stupid orc!" he bitch slapped his hand away and stepped on his face as hard as he could and started pounding on his face with his fists until his knuckles bled and he kicked him repeatedly in the side and stomach he then ripped the shiv from Falin's hands and stabbed Khadba's chest repeatedly "There" 

(DUDE!... you can't just slap off his hand. you need help. his grip is like freakin' adamantium. strunloksingh wanted blood. give him some fuckin' blood)

grimlaarkin

(DUDE!... you can't just slap off his hand. you need help. his grip is like freakin' adamantium. strunloksingh wanted blood. give him some fuckin' blood)

(YEAH! Welcome to the Thunderdome bitch! What? It was perfect. Your right, I should have used it for the beginning of the battle.)

StrunLokSingh

(YEAH! Welcome to the Thunderdome bitch! What? It was perfect. Your right, I should have used it for the beginning of the battle.)

*you're

StrunLokSingh

(YEAH! Welcome to the Thunderdome bitch! What? It was perfect. Your right, I should have used it for the beginning of the battle.)

(i honestly don't even get what you said... go cut off khadba's fingers for me)

grimlaarkin

(i honestly don't even get what you said... go cut off khadba's fingers for me)

(Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome reference.)

Sauriil took Khabda's shiv, and cut his fingers one by one. Red ichor poured out of the bloody stump.

'Now, do we have any idea how to leave this godforsaken place?'

YolGoraagSingh

*you're

(Thank you. Even the Grammar Hitler himself can slip.)