Well, i got the idea of a random fight scene from Phoenix and now im gunna try out my own, even though there are tons of other stuff i should be working on...
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Breathing heavily, the barbarian hurled off another ranger, breaking him on the hard stone ground of the mountainside. His furs were dripping wet with a combination of sweat and blood. His thick corded muscles surged as he struggled with another of the woodland warriors. His form was dark, his bodied reddened by the fight. Strewn across the ground lay nearly a dozen men, motionless and resting in thick pools of blood.
The only survivor strong enough to stand charged at him, sword in hand, thrashing at the barbarian. The ranger had lost so much and now he fought wildly, uncontrollably.
The barbarian smiled wickedly, he would show him how to fight...he would show him hot to fight like an animal. The ranger came down with his sword yet again, face contorted with rage, body surging, and the barbarian dodged the weak attack, more dexterous than his monstrous form would appear capable.
As he rolled away from it, he grasped a heavy stone before standing. Blocking more of his enemy's strong attacks with the stone, he searched for an opening in the man's defense. The two warriors continued this for minutes, both heavily fatigued, both being fueled by bloodthirsty adrenaline. The barbarian feinted an attack with his small boulder and then quickly thrust his knee into the ranger's chest.
Then he dropped the rock on the man's spine, tearing open the his backside, letting his lifeblood flow away. He heard the cracking of bone before the ranger fell, silently, onto the wet mountain side. And then the helpless figure lay there, unable to prevent what was to come. It would have screamed but the words never came, and then all it knew was darkness.
Soon, the other rangers had also passed away, into their eternal sleep. Alone and undisturbed, the barbarian kneeled down in the quite clearing on the mountainside, drenched from battle. Maybe this would be the end, he thought, maybe now the cities would stop bothering his people and they could live in peace. Deep inside he knew it would never happen, and the savageness which hadn't passed craved the next battle.
He gathered his things and took what he wanted from the bodies, dissapearing into the thick forest.
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