A sickening crunch signalled the end of the fight as the man’s fist crushed his opponent’s nose.
Mikail was in a non-descript troop hold aboard Zen’s ship surrounded by two score Cadians, participating in the secret fight rings that plagued Imperial Ships when ever Guardsmen were being transported for any length of time.
Mikail had decided that to insure that he was useful to Zen, it would be important to remain in the best condition possible whilst at the same time weed out the Inquisitor’s soldiers who weren’t skilled enough to be more than an encumbrance.
The mercenary spat on his opponent in contempt at the man’s whimpering as he attempted to stifle the fountain of blood from his nose. Instantly the jeering and hoots were silenced as a trio of soldiers stepped in front of Mikail, preventing him from passing.
“Hey Altonian, you cost me and my buddies a lot of money and we ain…” started the lead Imperial. Not bothering to listen the mercenary simply snapped his boot squarely into the Cadian’s chest throwing him to the floor, leaving him struggling to breathe.
“I don’t care. All you Cadians are the same…arrogant scum. Only one of you was a decent warrior and even he wasn’t good enough in the end” retorted Mikail in an emotionless voice as he stalked across the chamber.
The soldiers of the Cadian 62nd didn’t appreciate the upstart Altonian’s comments and surrounded their antagonist once more.
“You merc bastard!” bellowed an overly muscled sergeant as he clamped a meaty hand on Mikail’s shoulder.
Like a thunderbolt the scarred veteran grabbed the sergeant’s hand spinning and twisting just enough to snap his wrist. With a howl the man fell to his knees, as his adversary stepped behind him grabbed his head in a vice-like grip and- as if it was as natural as taking a breath- broke his neck with a dry crack…
OOC: yeah, Mikail's a bit sociopathic now |