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[Talon Lord Othrim]

Seeing it's target prone it rased the club high for a downward crushing blow.

[spoiler=Attack]1d100 rolled for a total of: 13 (13)[/spoiler]

[Iron K]

[spoiler=Defend]
1d100 rolled for a total of: 94 (94)
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Once more seeing the spiked club coming at him, a smile played over Slaught's lips.

*This was good. This was a worthy foe..*

Adrenaline and battle lust rushed through his body, and he could see how the oncoming attack seemed to slow down, as his senses grew sharper. With a powerful push of his muscular legs, he rolled away from the attack.

As the spiked club impacted the ground where he had been just moments before, Slaught was already on his feet, both hand clutching his axe. Slaught swung his axe, starting from the ground, aimed upwards toward the Ogres thick neck.

"To easy.." Slaught said, almost sounding disappointed..

[spoiler=Attack]
1d100 rolled for a total of: 19 (19)
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[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Ogre Defence]1d100 rolled for a total of: 36 (36)[/spoiler]

The Ogre rears back as one of Slaughts battle brethren thrusts his blade into it's thie. Slaughts swing catches nothing but air. The Ogre roars in pain eyes still fixed on Slaught.

[spoiler=Note]Ogre still on defense as it failed against other opponant[/spoiler]

[Iron K]

"THIS ONE IS MINE!" Slaught screamed at the fellow warrior, furious at loosing his killing blow thanks to the warriors interference. He made sure to remember the warriors face, so that he could confront him later. If he survived, that was..

Closing in fast on the Ogre, Slaught spun his body, swinging his axe in a deadly arc, aimed at the Ogres torso. An attack of pure strength rather than skill, but then again, strength was something that Ogres understood very well.. Slaught's vision filled with the images of the axe cutting the Ogres stomach, and it's guts spilling out, and he could hardly wait until the attack connected.

[spoiler=Attack]
1d100 rolled for a total of: 18 (18)
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[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Ogre Defence]1d100 rolled for a total of: 75 (75)[/spoiler]

Lifting it's club up the Ogre knocked asside the swinging axe. The vibration of the blow, numbing Slaught's fingers and causing him to over reach. Smiling with blackened sharpened teeth it bellows and responds in kind with a blow of strength. With two hands it swings with all it's might.

[spoiler=Ogre Attacks]1d100 rolled for a total of: 70 (70)[/spoiler]

[Iron K]

[spoiler=Defense]
1d100 rolled for a total of: 57 (57)
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[Iron K]

The blow impacted hard on Slaught's left shoulder, spinning him through the air in a pirouette of pain. He landed hard, and daggers of pain stabbed in his shoulder. He didn't need to check to know that his shoulder had been dislocated. He would have to put it back into place later, for right now he needed to finish this..

Quick to his feet, standing defiant in front the Ogre, Slaught's left arm hanged limply at his side, which meant he no longer could heft his axe. He rammed the axe into the ground, and instead pulled forth his hand scythe, spinning it in his hand, getting used to it's weight.

"Is that all you got..?" Slaught snarled while beckoning the Ogre to come at him with the scythe.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The beast roars as this worrior openly mocks his strength. Leaping up into the air club raised it plans to finish the insect once and for all with a brutal over head smash.
[Spoiler=Ogre Attack]1d100 rolled for a total of: 19 (19)[/spoiler]

[Iron K]

[spoiler=Defend]
1d100 rolled for a total of: 13 (13)
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[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Defend]
1d100 rolled for a total of: 13 (13)
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Dude your dice hate you!! O_O

[Iron K]

[spoiler=OOC]
Tell me about it.. -.-'
In real life, I have no trouble with the dices. But /roll? Can't seem to get a good roll with it! >.<
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Leaping backwards to avoid the crushing attack, Slaught's taken by surprise once again by the terrifying speed of the Ogre. Even though the attack only grazed his head, it was still enough to send Slaught to the ground, vision blurry and blood taste in his mouth.
On his hand and knees, scythe still tightly gripped, he let out a great laughter, that sent pain spikes through out his head.

"Surely you can do better than that?!" He screamed at his foe.

Slaught tensed his muscles, and strained his eyes to see straight. He knew that humiliating the Ogre would drive it into rage, and into making careless attacks.. He would find an opening... And he would take the Ogres life!

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Still seeing the wretch still alive and still taunting again it swings. It can see it's companions fall and it needs to be done with this one so it can kill the others.

[spoiler=Ogre Attack]1d100 rolled for a total of: 37 (37)[/spoiler]

[Iron K]

[spoiler=Defense]
1d100 rolled for a total of: 64 (64)
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Good.. He fell for it.. A poorly aimed attack, aimed to finish of a weak foe. But Saught was no weak foe!
Pushing forward, rolling hard on his dislocated shoulder, Slaught avoided the attack and closed in on the Ogre. The pain was glorious, and it sharped his senses once more. Thrusting out with his scythe, Slaught aimed to cut the Achilles tendon of his foe.

[spoiler=Attack]
1d100 rolled for a total of: 96 (96)
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[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Ogre Defence]1d100 rolled for a total of: 68 (68)[/spoiler]

It had overcompensated, believing the blow was to be a sure thing the Ogre found it has exposed it's right side. Plenty of room that Slaught needed to sink the scythe into the back of its leg and the blade slipped easily through the flesh, its tendon severed. Unable to support it's wieght on the leg it stumbbled and fell thrashing wildly.

[spoiler=OOC]Yay hehe[/spoiler]

[Iron K]

[spoiler=OCC]
Yes! Finally! About time, am I right?
[/spoiler]

Not about to waste the opportunity that he had created, Slaught was quick to his feet, slashing down with the scythe against the Ogres chest to perform the Coupe de Grâce.

[spoiler=Attack]
1d100 rolled for a total of: 92 (92)
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[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Ogre Deffence]1d100 rolled for a total of: 21 (21)[/spoiler]

The bulking creature quickly rolled over onto it's back, just in time to see the Chaos worrior land on it's chest. Slaught's sythe pierces the rough hide armour and sliped soundlessly in between the creatures ribcage to sever the heart. Wide eyed the Ogre tries through grim determination to thow him off but Slaught watches the light fade from it's eyes with relish.

Looking around he see's that his most of his brothers faired well. Some like he have injuries that will heal. Only one of his brothers felled to the beast. He knew him, rash, weak.

Thraxis gave orders to again move on. It would not be long before they were fully clear of the pass.

[Iron K]

With a loud growl, Slaught forces his shoulder back in place, and watched with satisfaction as his armour started to heal the damage it had taken. Then he quickly retrieved his axe, and gave the fallen foe a last glance. The Ogre had been a worthy adversary, it had given him a good battle, and Slaught looked forward for more fights like that.

Leaving the battlefield, he joined up with the others, and continued the journey.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The warband had cleared the pass by the eve of the fourth day. Stretched out ahead lay the Troll Kingdom. A wild hostile plane Slaught could not help but notice it's simmilarity to the chaos wastes. But no life grew there. Here lay a seemingly endless field of scrub grass as far as the eye could see.
This was there the warband turned west, they were to follow the mountain line untill they reached the outlaying settlements. He on the other hand was to strike south towards Praag. A city of lawlessness, rogues, theives and cut throats. That was his destination.

 

His journy was long and arduouse. The heat of the sun beat down on his armour. Far from the bitter cold of the north.

[spoiler=Awarness] Can you make a roll for me pls [/spoiler]

[Iron K]

[spoiler= Awareness]
1d100 rolled for a total of: 78 (78)
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[Talon Lord Othrim]

As he crests a small hill Slaught sees several whisps of smoke trailing up into the air from the next valley. As he gets closer he cane see down into the valley there is an encampment and its under attack. A circle of covered wagons seems to be the target for a band of renegades.