Characters: Crym (Josh), Sahahlik (Tarrik), Senra (Ryan)
Setting: A room just inside the temple Ankor Wat
"One more, just one more."
A young fighter dropped to his knees. Both hands flew up gripping his temples ferociously. Sahahlik felt as if a thousand explosions went off inside his head.
"Don't fight it, Sahahlik. It will only get worse. If you kill this one the pain will stop."
Sahahlik, no tempted to kill one of the last remaining in his group, rose to his feet. Still feeling the urge from come unknown force, Sahahlik's hand slowly made its way to the hilt of his sword. Sahahlik knew that what happened to Senra was now happening to him. Senra had already taken half of the group on and now he lay as still as the ones he had attacked. Sahahlik strained against the manipulating force, but could only manage a small pathetic grunt. Crym, bending low to retreive his greataxe, turned to reguard his lone standing friend,
"What is it, Sahahlik? What are you doing?"
The barbarian, soon realizing what was happening, stood straight. Deep down, Sahahlik had no desire to fight this mammoth of a man. Somehow, though, Sahahlik took a moment to look at the six foot nine 230 pound clump of thick chorded muscle standing before him.
"Now!" a command echoed through Sahahlik's head. Before he had a chance to react, his body was rushing toward Crym. Crym brought the flat of his greataxe up to fend off the thrust from Sahahlik like a shield. Reflexively, Crym then raised up the butt of the axe and slammed it upward into Sahahlik's jaw. The now ravenous Sahahlik staggered back. Though he had felt no pain from the blow, he guessed that his jaw could very well be broken from the sheer force of the attack. Shaking it off Sahahlik charged again. Crym had already settled himself into a comfortable defensive stance and was firmly awaiting his attack. Sahahlik was there in an instant slashing out at Crym with his sword. The sword caught Crym in the arm ripping away some of the padding and countered with a giant axe swing catching only Sahahlik's braids. The weapons clashed several times before Crym grabbed a hold of Sahahlik and pushed him backward. Catching his balance, he looked up to see Crym slamming his axe into the floor and unsheathing his magical sword that had once belonged to Jebidiah.
"I hate that sword, now I'm going to destroy it along with you," Sahahlik snarled. A mixture of feelings he was familiar with and ones that were unfamiliar swirled within him.
"I know that is not you fighting me, Sahahlik."
He was right, it was not him speaking. Thousands more of explosions went off in his head as he began to speak, "Run Crym."
Sahahlik's tone had changed. Crym heard it. But there was no way for him to get out of Ankor Wat, running would be fruitless. He wanted to save Sahahlik like the good person he was, but his pride gripped his heart and his tongue, "Haha, yeah right."
Sahahlik immediatly struck at Crym cutting right through his shoulder. He dropped his sword and gripped Sahahlik's blade that was now lodged in his torso. Sahahlik also staggered in pain. The explosions in his head worsened tenfold. With a shudder of mental energy through him, Sahahlik leaned on the sword for support slowly pushing it back into Crym's wound. Crym let out a roar of pain. In a rage that Sahahlik had never seen in an man before Crym pushed Sahahlik back forcing him to loose grip of his sword. Crym yanked the blade out of his chest and snapped it in half on his knee like a twig. Sahahlik then reached for Crym's giant sword, but Crym grabbed his wrist. Sahahlik could hear the bones in his wrist being crushed. As his final resort he raised is useable hand and made a fist. With all his might he punched Crym in the face. To his dismay this was about the same as punching a stone wall. He felt his fist crumble as the bones in his hand broke.
"You always did punch like a kobold," Crym said.
Sahahlik looked up from his two broken hands. The barbarian was smiling. How ironic he thought. One man consumed in his own rage, one man consumed by anothers hate, both men acting the same. Crym's smile dissappeared as he felt a hand around his neck. Crym gripped his throat and reached with his other hand to grab his belt. With a thundering shout he lifted Sahahlik above his head, turned, and tossed the dark skinned man into the first and only place he saw... the pit that streched across the room. Crym reared back and threw Sahahlik. In mid-throw Sahahlik tried to recoil his throw and reached for the edge... but his heart sunk as he slowly saw the ledge get farther away. He was falling into the darkness and the light soon faded.
Sahahlik felt the energy leave his mind. With a breath of joy suddenly the world felt like heaven. He would die. He knew it, he accepted it. He looked at his hands which he could barely see. They were broken and bloodly, but he could not feel them. All he felt was the cool air rushing on his face. It felt good. He closed his eyes and smiled... enjoying his last seconds of life.