Hammerfist: a Skyrim Fanfiction

Fight Night

"...7...8...9.....10! Cade Hammerfist has won again! Will anyone be able to beat our champion?" The announcer toyed with the audience, drawing them in for yet another fight next month. Though no one knew that next month would be the fall of the famed boxer. No one except for longtime rival Naziek Silent-thunder.

He bounced on his toes in the alley beside the arena. Four other toughs stood with him, waiting for the building to clear out from tonight's fight. Naziek's bald head shined with nervous sweat from the candlelight in a nearby window. His nose was crooked from one too many punches to the face, but his eyes were soft and deceptively kind.

"Tonight is the night." Naziek whispered to the others. "Tonight is the night that Cade, the arrogant fool, steps aside for some new blood to enter the ring." The others laughed in response. "Now remember, let me talk to him first, get him to let his guard down. Then you guys come in and grab him, hold him down, and then we will first try to reason with him. If that doesn't work, we'll force him out of the game."

"Should one of us keep watch?" Asked one of the toughs, the youngest of the group, early 20's maybe.

"No need," Naziek smiled, "I have already paid off the right people. Turns out, some of the officials want him gone too."

A few minutes passed before the leaving crowd started to disappear from the evening's fight. An official dressed in fine garments walked by the alley, looked over his shoulder and snuck in. "Alright," he said, "Hammerfist is alone in there, packing up the rest of his things. Take care of this quickly. Do not let this come back to me! Understand?" After a nod from Naziek and the rest, the official rushed out of the alley and out into the night.