Post by ubiquitous on Feb 23, 2010 23:13:29 GMT 10
TORTALL FANFICTION SMACKDOWN
Round One Fight E - Winner
Round One Fight E - Winner
Joren watches the Commander of the Queen’s Riders as she approaches the stables. There was nobody in sight, and he’d found the perfect stall for their meeting. Buri walked in, grabbing him by his tunic. Neither of them said anything as they removed each other’s clothes and Joren pushed her onto the hay. They tussled briefly in the hay, each fighting for dominance over the other, Joren finally pinning Buri to the ground.
Their coupling was brief but intense, and as they both lay spent on the hay, Joren dug for the dagger he had stashed in the hay. Distracting her with a kiss to her collarbone, he pulled the dagger up from the hay, but before he could stab the woman, Buri’s hand trailed up his thighs, making his breath hitch. His distraction was all she needed to grab the dagger from his hand. She pushed him over, pinning him to the ground. He growled in frustration, thrashing to push her off.
In a cool, calm voice, Buri softly stated, "Keladry is mine, Stone Mountain. Back off or die." She held the dagger to his throat. He froze, going limp. She smirked. “That’s what I thought.”
“Never!” He retorted. Suddenly, Joren thrust upward with his body, throwing Buri off. She lost the grip on the dagger, and it flung uselessly into the hay. They each scrambled madly to try and reach the weapon, half-wrestling and half-shoving each other out of the way.
Joren’s long, lithe arms reached the dagger first, and his hand closed around the hilt. With lightning speed, he slashed at Buri, who fell backwards as she tried to evade the blade. It caught her in the arm, opening a shallow gash. She winced in pain, and tried to stand. Joren was faster though, and kicked out at her, throwing her backwards. She landed heavily against the stall wall, sending the tack and hangings crashing down around her and hitting her head badly.
With dizzied vision, Buri looked over. Joren was getting to his feet, blade grasped firmly in his hand. She scrambled to move, but the stall was small and he was only a few steps away from her. Desperately, she looked around for a weapon.
Joren chuckled. “I always said women shouldn’t fight.” He was standing over her, only a body span away from her. “Keladry is mine, K’miri whore.” He raised the arm with the blade in it, ready to strike.
At that moment, her hand grasped on a long, wooden stick. With all her speed and strength, she stabbed towards Joren, not able to see if it had found her target. The feeling of her weapon digging into flesh, and the scream of agony that accompanied it, told her it had.
Buri opened her eyes. Joren staggered back, the dagger falling from his hands. From his lower belly and groin sprouted a large pitchfork. Buri could see and smell from the wound that it had hit his intenstines; not even a healer could help him now.
Slowly, she pulled herself to her feet. She gazed over at the dying man. “Looks like I won this one, Stone Mountain.”
(Major thanks to Kat, who wrote most of this fic.
FINAL TALLY
Buriram Tourakom: 123
Joren of Stone Mountain: 109
Total: 232
VICTOR: Buriram Tourakom
Buri will now advance to Round Two!!
A big thank you to EVERYONE who participated.
Buriram Tourakom: 123
Joren of Stone Mountain: 109
Total: 232
VICTOR: Buriram Tourakom
Buri will now advance to Round Two!!
A big thank you to EVERYONE who participated.