BattleStroke by genefleeman
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(** excerpts taken from the "Diary of Tola-ven, Tamloo Master")
Darnuuf thought he had been very quiet as he had entered the Shar-nii complex. The Shar-nii were a race of non-Trollish elfin clans and this Complex was one of their main training compounds, filled with the little warriors who were the elite of their military units. Here they learned the most effective tactics and fighting styles from the four corners of Balundii, the Troll homeward.
The Shar-nii had been in control of this part of Balundii for near on 45 years and so far the Troll Clans had not been able to wrest control from them, no matter how hard they tried.
The reason Darnuuf had infiltrated this particular complex was to assassinate Tola-ven, the Tamloo master. He, alone knew and had perfected the rarest form of battle styles, Tamloo. He had studied under the former master, Tola-zar, and had taken the skills to a whole new level. A Tamloo master could with but a touch burst any number of internal organs or, with a sharif shouting technique, could drive a Trollkind mad to the point of a drooling, whimpering vegetable who was not worth the Tarfa skin it took to clothe him.
Unfortunately, for Darnuuf, he had been heard by one of the Shar-nii guards as he had opened the sliding locks of the secondary entrance point to this barracks and now was in the fight of his life. A young student, who no doubt was still in training here, had come out of the dark corner of this room and now was in the process of trying to remove Darnuuf’s head from his massive shoulders.
Though only one third of Darnuuf’s mass, the small Shar-nii female was striking him so fast and so often that he hardly had time to breath in between blocking her blows.
Though he was not to live long enough to keep this confrontation in his long and eventful memory, he saw, as his last fleeting glimpse of life, the little warrioress come flying through the air with her Dreen-axe, straight at his head, which seconds later rolled across the squeaky clean floor and came to a stop, mouth trying to gasp air, in the corner where his vision slowly blacked out fixed upon the young girl, laughing at her grand luck at having survived this quick battle with the Trollish giant.
Comments (31)
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A Fantastic Battle scene!! You should send a pict to Mr. Jackson ( Lord of the Rings Director ) Maybe he can make a terrific movie out of it? That is just utterly fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!