The story of Fractured takes place in a world of technologically advanced humans and a wolf like people with powers of blood, shadow and Lunar called Lupi. The story follows the character of Agnello and his pack who go on a journey of revenge after...
Honour is an interesting thing. In some ways you could consider honour being the thing that keeps society how it is. It aids us in our choices our and in our actions. Many societies decide their leaders based on the very idea of Honour. It's their to guide us down the correct path of what we perceive to be all that is good. Honour is what changes needless frantic combat to a proud sport filled with pride and esteem. Honour is what separates the savages from the warriors.
"FIGHT!"
Without hesitation Hagorn launched himself towards Badar bringing his axe crashing down towards him. Badar was quick to respond clapping the blade between his bare hands holding the axe in place. Hagorn stared Badar dead in the eyes as he struggled to pull his axe from his grip. It was clear to him that he was going up against a strong opponent in which he could tell from his strong muscular physique which was very much on display. Hagorn noticed there was a strange feint glow to Badar's body and his tattoos shone bright. He could just about see his silver eyes behind two strands of hair that came from his flowing silver locks which was tied up in a half pony tail.
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An ecstatic smile took over Hagorns face as he witnessed Badar's power.
"AHAHAHA, You're a strong one I see! I can already tell I am going to enjoy this!"
Badar let out a small smile but kept a mostly stern expression.
"You ain't too bad yourself."
Upon saying those words Badar released his grip and hit Hagorn with a powerful frontal kick forcing him to cross his arms to block the attack sending him skidding across the arena floor but still standing.
Hagorn face was filled with excitment as he went back and the two engaged in combat once more. Badar keeping his bare handed stance was easily dodging and parrying Hagorns axe swings but no matter what Hagorn kept his constant assaults coming not allowing Badar to catch a break.
The crowd watched with great intruige being amazed by the two's strength and technique. Despite this the crowd remained mostly silent as they waited for one them to finally land a defintive blow.
Hagorn went for a swiping axe swing but Badar was quick to lean back and dodge his attack. Badar noticing that Hagorn was now wide open quick brought himself up to his original position and delivered a powerful open palm strike to Hagorns chest sending flying back. Hagorn was quick tp regain his balance as he dug his axe into the ground to pause his momentum. Hagorn looked back at Badar who had returned back to his open palm fighting stance. He felt a strange sense of familaritiy in Badars fighting technique almost as if he had seen it somewhere before. As he engaged Badar once again he began to see flashes of memories in his movements and it finally struck in his head exactly where he had seen this technique.
Gin.
All the sparing matches him and Gin had, the fond memories of joyous combat as they helped each other become stronger and slowly all those memories were applied to the current situation as he found it easier and eaiser to read Badars movements. Finally Hagorn was able to find an opening as he swung down his blood red axe and slammed it down into Badar's shoulder with all his might causing a massive red shockwave to emit from the impact slamming into the barrier protecting the audience.
