The announcement of the fight between the Zhentarim Soldier and the Bugbear Giant electrified the patrons of the harvest festival. The tension was thick in the air as the Soldier chatted idly with halflings. A confident smirk was etched on his face, as if knowing victory was ensured.
Boof. Boof
The rumbling earth and shaking shrubbery heralded the approach of something huge...
THOOMP, THOOMP
The spectators looked over to find a few Zhentarim Soldiers escorted a very large Bugbear to the arena. The scars of many battles decorated it's flat, wolflike visage. The 10 foot being stepped into the arena and simply snapped the bonds that held him with little more than brute force.
"Two Thousand on the beast!"
"One thousand on the Lucky Jack! Use that discipline"
Lucky Jack seemed to sweat confidence out of every pore and slid his pear out with no trouble. If the roaring brute didn't shake his willpower, nothing would have.
With the last bite of pumpkin pie he charged the Bugbear fearlessly. He ducked under the heavy swing of it's morningstar and retialiated with a thrust of his spear, leaving a nice, deep wound in its thigh. He quickly pulled it back out for another strike when he met the business end of the morningstar.
The sound of snapping is heard as the morningstar smashed against Jack's shoulder like waves upon a rocky shoreline. With a yelp of pain, Jack fell to one knee... Then was slammed by the brutes shield and went sprawling onto his back.
"I am the strongest there -...
What was this!?, the bugbear had thought to himself as he noticed a small Elven bard. Crush. Kill. Tear. Rend
Thoughts of violence and bloodshed filled the mind of the savage brute as he stared at the bard. After a slight pause he took his foot off the prone soldiers chest and flew into a rage, charging the elf with a mighty roar. The bardess screamed and turned around and ran off.
The Soldier quickly scrambled to his feet as the bugbear chased the elf and he knew he had little time. He had to end this. Jack wasn't quick enough to chase the giant, and a dislocated shoulder meant thrust was out of the picture... What could he do!?
With one hand he gripped his spear and widened his stance. The soldier knew he had only one chance, or else he'd be ridiculed for failure. With a hop-step and a half-run forward he threw the spear with all the strength his one arm could muster. He left the rest in Banes hands.
At this point, the bugbear had caught up to the screaming bard. He raised his morningstar high above his head and prepared to take the last blow... But then he felt a searing pain in his abdomen. A thick, warm stream of blood oozed out of his stomach and ran down his legs... The cause: A spear with the symbol of Bane etched on the tip.
He tried in vain to kill the elf in his final death throes but he only managed to cut her arm with the spike of his morningstar. Lucky Jack had triumphed over the barbarian.
"Hail Lucky Jack! Hail Bane!"
The soldier smirked and dragged his kill off to the barracks, leaving the crowd behind him to chant his name in glory.
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