Kai NRG Posted March 9, 2015 Posted March 9, 2015 Kaflar strode forward with a firm step and a haughty air. He was determined to exemplify the bravery and glory of Loreos, knowing that dozens of hostile outlaw eyes were upon him. He lifted his chin proudly, maybe a little smugly. After all, hadn't he played the part of a gentleman by offering himself for single combat so that no outlaw non-combatants would get hurt? And hadn't he gone the extra mile by allowing the outlaw champion to choose his own arena? He rather wondered what the spot could be like. He looked at the rocky formations surrounding him and his escort. Not a pleasant mat to fall on, at any rate! One of his companions, and outlaw noble (there were such things? Kaflar wondered) nudged him. “Around that next hummock. There’s the battle ground.” He broke off with a wide, crooked grin. Kaflar looked and noticed a trail of smoke wending its way skyward. He was starting to have second thoughts about the wisdom of having agreed to meet his opponent on his own ground! Presently they slipped between the rocks and Kaflar got a glance at the arena. He gasped, and no wonder, for this was what he saw: He glanced over toward the sidelines. The “stands” seemed rather precarious, but evidently the onlookers didn’t think so. There were ladies even – one was fanning herself, Kaflar noticed, and no wonder either. He looked forward again. There stood his antagonist – a massive giant of a man. Kaflar particularly noticed his ax blade. An official cried out with a booming voice, “Let the battle commence!” The champions rushed at each other. For a while they played it safe, testing each other’s strength. Now it seemed like Kaflar had the advantage – now again the outlaw was pressing forward – the fight surged back and forth. Kaflar, always acutely aware of the boiling lava beneath – the outlaw, always with the same grim look and the same grim ax blade, too. Suddenly he made a blow that was wilder and more violent than usual. Kaflar sprang backwards to avoid it. The outlaw drew himself up to his full height, raising the ax far above his head. Springing high into the air he uttered a terrifying war-cry. Stumbling, Kaflar threw his sword up to shield his face. From over the blade he caught one glance of the outlaw’s twisted, furious face before he shut his eyes and murmured a breathless prayer. The next moment might well be his last. Yet maybe, just maybe, he would roll suddenly, right when the ax blade was ready to sever his skull from his body. Maybe, just maybe, he would avoid the hungry flames and land on solid rock. Maybe he would lift his sword high above the discomfited outlaw and with a powerful, echoing cry – “For the glory of Loreos!” – drive it deep between his shoulder blades. And maybe the stands would roar their amazement and congratulations and maybe he would be the hero after all. But maybe not. An overview of the entire MOC: Thanks for taking the time to check it out, and read the story if you did! Comments and criticisms are welcome! Quote
Balbo Posted March 9, 2015 Posted March 9, 2015 The lava looks great! The minifigures are very nice, too! Quote
Graham Gidman Posted March 9, 2015 Posted March 9, 2015 Wow, those stands don't too look safe. Wonderful lava! Quote
LittleJohn Posted March 9, 2015 Posted March 9, 2015 Great work, Kai! I really like the lava and rockwork, though I have to echo what Graham said about the stands Quote
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