Egress Unveiled - The Brutes I - Ft. Ga’Morkt n Oremizume

“Now this is more like it!” Gå’Mørkt roars, pinning a vibrant haedian beneath his talons. 

Free for all combat and gold to be won? The Brutes really know how to have a good time!

The haedian beneath him kicks and squirms its wormy body, but the struggle only fuels Mort’s excitement. He gleefully bashes them about with wing arms and tail, and then he makes off with more lumps of gold.

He adds the golden rocks to the pile he and Oremizume have won so far, and then he uses his broad wings and body to crouch over and conceal their growing hoard like a greedy dragon. He lets out a long, low growl from his toothy, grinning jaws, daring any more opponents to approach.

On the other side, Oremizume didn’t really know what to expect when they reached the Brutes' Clan, but a competition wasn't even contemplated between the various option he thought. Well, considering that at least this is legal and a nice game to play, he was all for it. He kept running around, biting legs and stomachs, since he is a tad bit too short to reach other places, as the Haedians are quite tall. 

Each time he bit, he tries to swat a golden rock from the hanging pouches of the competitors. He managed to get quite a few, but his method was bound to be noticed.

"Ack! Why do they have to be this tall?!"

He snaps angrily when a Haedian, with his serpentine neck able to reach the hindquarters of the Vayron that tried to steal some of the rocks in his pouch. Oremizume buttocks now had a big bite-mark, one that he was sure his "companion" Ga'Morkt was going to make fun off.

He scurries away, carrying five rocks, four in his pouch and one between his fangs.

"Hof muff zo fe aff?" He asks the emphyrian, once he reaches their hoard, words muffled by the rock in his mouth.

Gå’Mørkt eyes the tailless vay’s new bite mark, and his amusement coupled with the rushing adrenaline has him giggling almost giddily. It’s a creepy sound coming from him, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Heeheeheee~ Check it out!”

He lifts a wing, revealing the pile of gold hiding beneath him. “We’re going to win this for sure!”

Then his azure gaze snaps up to see a pair of haedians grouping up to prepare an attack, and Gå’Mørkt’s spine bristles, his teeth flashing and tail swishing behind him.

“Stand beside me, Oremizume,” he growls, “Let’s win this.”

"Oi, don't laugh! Try to get bitten first, urgh."

Oremizume is not happy with the other amusement, and voiced that with a grumbling and growling voice, after spitting the golden rock in the pile. He empties his pouch, and then faces the two Haedians that were going to attack them.

"Sit on that like a chicken. Don't move unless they get close!"

The vayron starts running, charging at the two "enemies". They were bulkier than the Forgotten, a reddish male and a quite smaller black female. He goes for the female, trying to knock her out with a single hit, shoulder against chest.

It feels a bit distasteful to charge at a smaller opponent, but he doesn’t really have a choice. The reddish one towers over him, and he is sure that challenging that Haedian wouldn't result in a simple butt-bite.

He made contact with the black female, but unexpectedly, she didn't fall. She instead grabs him, hauling herself on his back, where she BIT HARD. With his neck between the jaws of the Haedian, Oremizume began to jump and growl, trying to knock her off.

But she didn't loosen her hold, and that's when Oremizume started panicking.

"Help! Help! GET HER OFF!"

He screams at Ga'Morkt, who in the meantime was being challenged by the reddish Haedian, who seems really interested in the golden pile.

Gå’Mørkt locks eyes with the haedian male, never breaking his leering stare even as little Zuzu starts wailing for help. 

If he lets the female haedian distract him, they will lose. This he knows for sure. 

He feels the charge building up in his chest, bristling his razor mane along his spine, and blue light flickers behind his bared teeth. Then, with a horrible screech, a ribbon of bright lightning bursts forth up into the air overhead. An immense display to terrify their opponents.

When he lowers his head again, little bolts of electricity are flickering and dancing across his body, his eyes glowing bright. 

"Come at me!" he roars a challenge at the male.

The reddish Haedian doesn't hesitate, as a true member of the brute clan. He charges forward, with claws ready to strike. In the meantime, Oremizume is still trying to get the black one off his back. He sees the reddish charging at Ga'Morkt, who is using a blue thundering magic.

Oremizume shivers, seeing those blue crackles, and he feels the black female do the same, loosening her jaws.

'Now!' he thinks, running towards the reddish male. The female Haedian screeches, jumping off, as she doesn't want to get hit by thunders, and Oremizume launches himself at the reddish haedian's ankles, biting hard.

The Haedian screams and stumbles, falling then at just a wing of distance to the golden pile. A perfect target for Ga'Morkt's thunders, and Oremizume quickly scrambles back, expecting the other to end the fight with his magic.

Gå’Mørkt cackles wildly, opening his jaws wide and revealing the bright glow of power filling this throat. His geode marks light up as bright as his shining eyes, and he spreads his wings in a rippling threat display.

Just as Orimezume leaps out of the way, he looses the devastating blast at the haedian that fell before him.

Oremizume stands far from where Ga'Morkt is, watching the poor reddish Haedian spasm on the ground. The electricity put him out of commission in an instant, with a bright blue flash, and the vayron is both amazed and afraid. He hopes to never get hit by something like that, and approaches the Empyrian with his hackles still raised. 

"So... He went down quickly."

He says, as he taps on the leg of the fallen "enemy". The Haedian emits a pained moan, but that's all he does, remaining half-conscious on the cold ground. Their pile of golden rocks is safe, and quite big in Oremizume opinion. He glances around, looking at the other contestants. Most of them have their pouches stuffed full with rocks, but none of 'em reaches the amount that both him and Ga'Morkt took.

As he tries to say something about that, he gets interrupted by one of the Brutes, a judge of the competition.

"Down the claws! Time's up!"

Some Haedians grumble their displeasure at the ending of the game, and the louder they are, the emptier their pouches. Oremizume smirks a bit, happy with the results.

He feels much better now than when they proved their worth to the forgotten Clan.


Gå’Mørkt grins, the static finally dissipating now that the battle is won. 

"That was a thumping good time," he chuckles, "I could get used to this!"

He puffs up his chest and raises his head, sitting triumphantly atop their pile of gold, displaying their winnings with a pleased rumble and ignoring the fallen haedian. He will be up and moving once the numbness wears off.

Off in the distance, a dark silhouette watches the pair from the shadow of a column of crystal. His glowing, blue eyes brightened a tad at the pair of strangers' triumph.