You don’t make centurion by being nice, or by making friends with command. You are a soldier, a fighter. Like Grimcrotch, Rageclaw led his warband at the front, first to engage the fight. Grim knew that, this other centurion would not be a pushover. But since becoming centurion Rageclaw had become a ‘Citadel Rat’ his men called it, a commander who would rather sit on their rear than fight.
In Grim’s mental zone, quick flashes of fights as a cub to beating the Duke’s ghost, fighting for his now legionnaire Elexus Shredskin, killing Steelbane and getting his warband, fighting with Fyon the Wraith to get him to join, the Fields of Ruin campaign, Diessa Plateau and the trophy room, thousands of other battles and fights in between, pictures of these things happening flew at his mind’s vision…..
Then the flashes began to slowly fade, and a peace came over him while walking out to the middle of the arena. It is a feeling only a charr who has faced down death before will have.
After Rafka spoke to Grim, her friends had told her of a fight in the Bane that would begin soon. Having no idea what was going on, the cub ran there with her friends, always ready to see a good spectacle. Pushing legs aside, the cub pride managed to squeeze up front. ‘Rafka, look who that is!’ one of her friends said, pointing down into the Bane.
Her eyes grew wide; Rafka turned and shoved everyone out of her way as she ran toward tribune Brimstone a quarter of the arena away. After ducking under the railing into the command watch, she asked Brimstone ‘Why is centurion Grimcrotch out there?’ pointing into the pit. ‘Not now, cub. Your elders are busy.’ he said dismissively, watching the fight.
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Rafka punched him between his legs, dropping him to his knees with an ‘Uugghh…’ and grabbed his collar with both paws. ‘I said, why is centurion Grimcrotch out there?’ she said angrily, shaking him. A soldier stepped up, picked up the kicking and fighting cub and placed her back in the stands.
Frantic, Rafka ran off to the Hero’s Canton and took her axe from the fahrar, then sprinted back to the Bane as close to tribune Brimstone as she could get, with Grim’s warband and his other men nearby watching.
When she arrived in view, she looked down to see Rageclaw’s greatsword coming down on Grimcrotch to get blocked by the crossed axe handles; Grim rolled forward and kicked out Rageclaw’s knee from the side, making him collapse under his own weight. When he stood, Rageclaw turned and threw his greatsword spinning in a horizontal circle, toward Grim.
As the sword turned, the handle came around and pounded Grimcrotch in the side of his head, knocking him down in a daze.
Seeing him get hit, Rafka jumped down into the arena and leaped and threw her axe as hard as she could at Rageclaw. It bounced off his heavy armor. He stepped back and paused ‘What the…’, looking over at the axe then the cub. Rageclaw jogged over to his greatsword, then turned toward Rafka while Grimcrotch slowly stood. ‘What’s this, a bonus?’ he said with an evil grin, and took a few steps toward the cub.
As if they dropped out of the sky, Grim’s warband all leaped into the arena surrounding Rafka by the edge, soldiers in the middle holding the cub back. ‘You’re here to fight Grimcrotch, you son of a dredge. You touch this cub and we all kill you.’ Dinky said, the warband drawing weapons. ‘Let me go! LET ME GO!’ Rafka hollared, fighting and kicking at them.
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Grimcrotch tapped Rageclaw on the shoulder. Instinctively he swung his greatsword to the left in a spin. Grim ducked avoiding the blade, then punched him in the snout knocking him down, the blade falling a few feet away along with the centurion’s helmet. Grim kicked him in the face then straddled him, bent down and punched him again, breaking two of his fangs.
Upright he drew both axes, swinging down hard on them with a roar; Rageclaw closed his eyes tightly & the blades slammed into the ground on either side of his head, catching his horns and cutting off the tips. ‘I won’t kill you in front of this cub,’ he growled in a low tone for their own ears. The ranger pulled his blades from the ground, stood and glanced at his warband with a wild look.
He stepped over Rageclaw and walked toward Brimstone in the command watch. ‘He lives because you need him, I don’t. Next time he will die.’ He saluted then turned and strode toward the exit; Grim’s warband let go of Rafka, and the cub ran to the centurion leaping up at him, the unexpected move nearly knocking him down with an involuntary ‘Ooof’.
‘Don’t you ever do that again, centurion,’ she said in muffled voice, snout buried in his shoulder choking back tears. ‘No promises, Little Fighter.’ he replied, patting Rafka on her back while carrying her away with the warband.
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