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I was inspired to make a gladiator after reading the first one.
Tyranid Winged Hive Tyrant
Dark Eldar Archon
The Colloseum was crowded with hundreds of thousands of fans. Bugs, aliens, humans. They all set aside their differences to watch their great leaders fight. Each quarter was designated to each race.
From 12 o' clock corner, the Hive Tyrant flew out and used his Synapse to order the lesser bugs to go insane. Warriors raised their talons and claws in the air. Carnifexes fired their bio-weapons in the air. Some Gaunts even killed themselves. Guest Star was Old One Eye, who was shipped from Ultramar to watch the battle.
From 6 o' clock corner, the Archon walked out, shadow field flickering, the darkness hiding his face. Warriors cheered and fired splinters into the air. Wyches drank wine and danced like there was no tomorrow. Even the Haemonculi were supplying drugs to get the Dark Eldar in the mood.
The two opponents looked at each other, then the crowd went silent. It was on.
The Archon stood still. He knew that he was faster than the beast in front of him. He would wait for the beast to strike, parry and then counter-attack. The Hive Tyrant Flew up in the air, and charged up his Warp Blast. The Archon laughed with glee as the Tyrant soared through the air. It fired it's Warp Blast, and scored a direct hit. The Archon's Shadow Field flickered and turned black as it absorbed the blast. The Archon laughed even more, then the Tyrant attacked. It swooped down at him, hopefully killing him instantly. The Archon quickly injected a vile concoction of drugs into his bloodstream and ducked as the Tyrant swung at his neck. The Archon repeatedly stabbed the creature in the chest with his Agonizer. True to it's name, the Tyrant howled in agony. The puny alien brought the behemoth to it's knees. The Archon looked into it's rickety, empty eyes and inserted his Agonizer into it's eye sockets. As it slowly destroyed the beast's nervous system, the Archon plucked out it's left eye. The beast made no noise. The Archon plucked out it's right eye, and placed then in his pocket. The Archon dashed behind the monster and cut it's wings off. The Tyrant was still alive, having convulsions on the arena floor as the alien weapon wreaked havoc on it's nervous system and internal organs. The Archon finished the job by slicing off it's gigantic head. With a single swoop, the head came off. A clean cut killed the beast and put it out of it's misery. Blood ran onto the arena floor. The Eldar Pirates cheered and used drugs as the Archon dragged the head back to his corner. He went back and dragged it's wings to make himself a leather robe. The Tyrant lay on the arena floor, headless, wingless. Old One Eye storned onto the arena, crushing the security guards with it's mighty claws. It picked up the remains of the Tyrant and brought it back to it's corner, where it could be healed and given life on the Hive Ship.
Gretchin and human slaves rushed out to clean the blood. The crows took the time to purchase snacks and beverages from the food stands. Hot dogs, human flesh and Squigburgers were all availible for purchase. Teeth, gold and souls all used for currency.
As the workers scurried back to the safe-haven, 3 and 9 o' clock corners opened. The Ork Warboss Grotsnik stomped his way to the battleground, yelling a great WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHH!!! His fellow Orks cried a WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHH back. The Orks chanted Grotsnik's name like a prayer. The Orks knew their leader would win. From the other corner, the Necron Lord hovered onto the arena. The Necrontyr fired Gauss into the air, stripping the clouds above them. Wraiths flew in the air and they all went wild. They aproached each other and stared at each other. The Ork spitting a yellow substance into the face of his enemy, the Necron raised his great Warscythe. The Warboss swung with his Choppa, making great gaps in the machine's armour. He fired Slugga rounds at it, but they harmlessly ricochet off it's black alien steel. One final swing cut some cable in the neck of the beast. It said in a robotic Stephen Hawkings voice, "You prick, I'll kill you".
The Ork replied with a great WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH and spat more phlegm at the machine. It raised it's Warscythe and let loose all power in it's arm. It let gravity do all the work. The glowing weapon dropped, it curved and re-shaped to skin it's target. The ork tried to escape it, but it couldn't. It wrapped around the Ork like a blanket, and it slowly drained the life out of it. The Warboss finally struggled out of it's grip, his torso disemboweled, entrails dragging along the ground. He didn't give up. His trusty Dok could fix him.
The Ork picked up his intestines and slung them over his shoulder. He picked up his Slugga and fired round after round at the alien. Nothing. He picked up his trusty Choppa and charged once again at the beast. Swinging at the machine, he aimed for his neck once again. Hit after hit the machine took a pummelling. The Ork finally landed a fatal blow. He struck the machine in the head. He cut it's steel head symmetrically in half. The machine fell to the floor, powerless. The Ork let out a mightly WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! WEREZ MY DOKTOR!?!?!?!. The Orks in the crowd cried WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH HIZ HEERE!!!!!! Fifteen Doks poured from the crows to help the wounded Warboss. As they carried him back to his corner on a stretcher, the Necron Lord phased out to it's homeworld to be repaired.
The survivors needed medical care and the crows wanted to go home. It was a day, and the next day would finish this battle
The Necrons and Tyranids weren't present at the Colloseum today. They had left with their fallen leaders. The crowd was split in two. The Orks and the Dark Eldar. They waited for their leaders to show themselves as they consumed various drugs and ate exotic food.
Corners 6 and 9 o' clock opened, and out walked the combatants. The crowd went wild. The Archon and Warboss stared at each other. One of them would die today. The Ork was intimidated, as he heard the tales of what he did to the Hive Tyrant. He didn't want to lose his eyes and then his head. He would walk out of this arena.
The two warriors met in the center of the arena, and shook hands. They had both overcome great enemies. The Archon wasted no time and fired shards of splinters at his opponent. Many splinters shreded the Ork's clothing. The torn cloth revealed the scar on his torso. The Doktors had fixed him, but he had a reminder of it. One shard penetrated the Warboss's thick skin. Red blood trickled down his face as the shard slept in the Ork's forehead. The Archon snorted a light purple powder and then drew his Agonizer. He charged at the Greenie and pranced around the Ork. The Archon made beautiful movements and clean cuts. Chunks of flesh and pints of blood splashed onto the floor. Furthermore, the Archon reopened the scar on the Ork's stomach, his intestines fell out once again. Although the Archon's performance was excellent, it did not kill the Ork. The Warboss was dead ard and wouldn't surrender. He fired his Slugga until he ran out of ammunition. The Shadow Field flickered and glowed as it absorbed every bullet. The Ork threw the useless Slugga at the puny alien and then brought his Choppa to bear. The Choppa that killed a Necron Lord. He flailed with it and hit the alien numerous times. But the Field absorbed every hit. The Ork made a final swing with all his might. it cracked through the Shadow Field, destroying it and cutting the Archon's right foot off. The Archon felt no pain, the angel dust he snorted had dulled the pain.
The Archon drew a vial of black liquid. He opened it, then pulled out the eyes of the Hive Tyrant he took. He ate the eyes then washed them down with the black fluid. Seconds later, the alien chopped off his other foot. He was now properly balanced. He charged at the Greenie, each step he took left a round bloodprint on the ground. On footless legs he danced and slashed as his opponent. The Archon finally had enough dancing for today, and used his Agonizer to completely disembowel the Ork. He removed all of the Ork's entrails, throwing them onto a pile behind him. Haemonculi research had revealed that Orks can live for up to five hours even after disembowelment, whereas the puny human can survive a maximum of two hours. The Archon looked and thought of what to do with his dying enemy. He finally had an idea. He had been reading his SAS Survival Handbook and would cause the Ork great pain. He would skin the Greenskin alive. A greenskin carpet would make a great trophy and home decoration. He drew his Agonizer and cut around the Ork's wrists and ankles. He then pulled the blade up along hte legs, around the crotch, up the body and then up the inside of the arms. He slowly tugged at the skin, ripping it off the Ork. The Archon then cut off the Ork's head. He made sure it was clean, and that the skin on the back wasn't cut. After the head was removed, he took his trophy back to his corner. The headless, skinless remains of the great Warboss Grotsnik was carried by mourning Orks for burial rights.
The crowd reacted violently for a few minutes, then went home.
Tyranid Hive Tyrant; Beheading
Necron Lord; Power Source Shortage
Ork Warboss; Beheading
17 Tyrand Hormagaunts; Suicide
3 Ork Boyz; Squigburger Poisoning
7 Dark Eldar Warriors; Drug Overdose
Well. I hoped you enjoyed reading this. I'm going to watch Kill Bill Vol. 1 and Vol. 2 now. Good night
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I enjoyed it, a very detailed and violent battles. That Archon was really sick and evil...
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that was rather funny. Can i ask if you actualy fought those battles or if ya just made it up.
If you did fight them out im glad to hear that the archon chopped up the tyrnat rather well.
<span style='color:red'>"Right lads, lets make a tactical advance to the rear of our posistion"
"Errr do you mean run away?"
"Thats the one"</span>
"Oh man, look at that."
"Over there, by that river of boiling souls."
"Well I'll be damned... it's a Starbucks."
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<a href='http://www.freewebs.com/gaeisia/index.htm' target='_blank'>GAESIA</a>
Stories were fake. But I was feeling very evil that night.
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well even if the story had been based on actual battles the archon still probably would have won. Thos guys are so sick in close combat.
if people start doing these gladiator things for real (which would be pretty cool) i dont think archons should be allowed in them unless they are fighting something else that is equally annoyngly good at what it does, like a shas'o in a crisis suit
i would love to see that battle, the crisis siut keeps jet packing away and firing until the de archon finally gets in h2h and whups the everlivin crap outta it
"I am the architect of fate!"
I was wondering what the ork player was doing! I would have had a Power Klaw instead! But since it was fake(although it was great!!, I understood why. Good job, remind me never to talk to you every again, you're just to evil.
Very nice and detailed, i especially like the ork slinging its intestine over its shoulder, very orky thing to do. But I think the Necrons should have been represented by the nightbringer LOL j/k
What? No Nightbringer or Demon Princes?
a shas'o jet packing away really isant all that much trouble, toss the good old archon onto a hellion skyboard
a puny dark eldar could never kill a properly tooled tyrant
I think a great bumper sticker would be as follows:
Proud parent of a child whose self-confidence is good enough that he doesn't need me advertising his minor scholastic achievements on my carclick me