Barbarism (Story Closed)

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The rain continued to fall, 'Tears of the dead' Her father used to say. It was likely then, that Ursa realized she was going to Die... When her Father's tears filled the Sky that night stepping into the Pit with Archon. She choked back her tears and shifted in her Armors. Thinking back to the Will she left in her lonely dusty hut, she prayed to whatever God was listening, for her Sons, for her Soulless Daughter, her Husband... And Starfire the Demon. Leaving all of her Worldly Possessions to her Eldest soul-bearing Cub. All her affairs were set in order now, all there was left to do was fight. And that thought surging through her brain, she felt more focused than ever, ready. 'Nothing left to lose' She thought to herself, picking up her Staff.

Archon paced on the far end of the pit. A Large Grizzly with the strength to make the entire mountain bow to him, time and time again. He wore nothing but his Tarnished Bronze Helm, and dull Golden Chestplate. His Duel Scimitars heavier than her entire weight in each hand. Somehow, The King of Bears looked to the Small Human woman in fear.
'Come Ursarius Dauntless, Ursanid Elite, Daughter of Strongjaw...' He rolled his shoulders, testing the weight and swing of his blades. 'I Always knew it would be Strongjaw in the end.' pacing back and forth keeping his eyes on the Girl. The Pit encircled by anxious Bears, Much like when he stood over the Ursanrites that brought Ursa her confidence. Markkus Stood and raised his weapon.
"Dauntless, I hereby Declare an Honor Duel of Bloodfeud. King Archon Dauntless, Son of Arber. And Princess Ursarius Dauntless-"
Ursa snapped her head in his Direction. "Burdenkeeper!" She shouted. "My Name is Burdenkeeper."
He nodded Humbly. "And Princess Ursarius Burdenkeeper, Daughter of the Late King Strongjaw Dauntless." His Weapon loomed over thier heads, it came down, cutting through the air and the rain Ursa tore her gaze away and took a fighting stance, digging her feet into the ground for traction. Marrkus roared "LAY ON!" And the Rest of the Mountain cried out.

Archon Barreled toward her, Mouth gaping in a thunderous roar, longer and far more serrated than she was. In a momentary lapse of doubt, she stared at his teeth clinging tightly to her staff. Though she managed to dodge his first swing by the hair of her head. The roars of the bears were so overpowering she could hardly hear the sound of her Heartbeat pounding in her ears. She couldn't hear her chest heaving in an effort to make her body move with any sort of rational thought. Suddenly realizing this wasn't the time for a blunt weapon hardly able to withstand the powerful blows of the Brute Bear. She let her body react on instinct, ducking and sliding up to knees in the mud, it was hardly a challenge to Archon. Though his swings were slow, If Ursa failed to dodge even one, she would surely die. She ran circles around him, eyes wide with horror behind soaked strands of dark hair. Her Staff was useless. Whacking him over the head and snout, was distracting at best. 'I can't do this, this is suicide.' She needed all of her force to wound him, sticking her staff in the ground and thrusting one end into his gut, he roared and snuffed at her, knocking her back with a push of his massive arms. 'I Need another Weapon...' She twirled her staff, staying out of arms length, carefully drawing him to wade through the mud toward her. Furiously Archon bounded through the mud, now sopping wet from the rain, his long thick coat weighing him down, Scimitars covered in mud from stabilizing on four paws. He reared now and again, trying to walk on two legs. Water in his eyes. Ursa propped her staff in the pit soil, tossing her large wool fur coat to the ground, revealing a small satchel and a few throwing axes. Preparing to close the distance, she reached for her staff and took her eyes off the beast for only a moment, but it was enough for Archon to drive her into the ground with his front paws. Ursarius screamed as the world around her swallowed her up in a mass of dark sludge. A whirl of water and sights flying by her as the King flung her over his head, against the far wall of the pit, Snapping her staff in two. "You're too weak Ursarius, you can never hope to defeat me." He said to her, wiping his face with the back of his paw, smearing mud and clay across his snout. She winced and pulled herself to her feet. "Famous last words Archon." They shared a nervous laugh and took their stances again. Ursa hung low against the wall, stealing a glance at her Brothers, and her Uncle Longclaws, hanging on every moment as the pit filled with frigid water. Archon trudged toward her, slamming his right Scimitar into the bowl of the pit, tearing a gash in the earth. He made for a stabbing Motion at Ursa, who collapsed to the ground hands covering her head as she cowered before his mighty steel. She was up quick, before he noticed she was below him, 'Disarm him, take his steel away.' she told herself, nodding silently, she thought hard about a Bear's Weakness,  The Armpits, Hip joints, Stomach, Throat, back of the Head, her mind was racing as she got behind him. He adjusted his helm and spun around to face her. 

Thunder crashed and Lightning cast his shadow upon her. "MAY MOTHER NATURE BIND THEE!" She screamed at him, pointing a shaking hand, her voice harsh with exhaustion. Archon growled Raising his swords. "May mother nature BIND THEE!" She spat, The ground rumbled and moaned, the King bared his teeth and dropped his gaze, the Clay bubbled up from the Earth beneath him and swallowed his legs, he tugged and pulled against the magics and his blood boiled with fury. "FIGHT ME!" He boomed, "Enough of your foolery!" He threw his Left sword, Ursa braced herself for impact as the Scimitar spun horizontally in her direction. Hilt colliding with her chestplate, forcing her into the pit bowl with a terrible thud. Blood escaping her mouth as she gasped for the Air thrown from her lungs. One arm propped her up and the other guilefully grasped at her axe. her chest rising and falling, she could hear the bear roaring within her, as the Tribe above roared. She couldn't yet tell who they were cheering for. And She couldn't find it in her to care. "This. Is for My FATHER!" She cried, Scrambling to her feet, sending the Throwing axe at Archon, embedding the blade deep into the forearm that he assigned to deflect it.
"You always were a sorry excuse for a Bear!" He scoffed, "Free this Leg!" he scowled, chopping at the earth with his right blade. "Have you any Pride?! Fight me!"
Ursa's tears lodged in her throat. "This is for me!" the words burst through gritted teeth, she took another axe and flung it at him, the axe clashing with the Scimitar and spiraling off into the darkness. Archon reared a head in mock laughter. "Free this leg!" and the blade came down on the earth again, and again, and again. Ursa Pushed herself to her feet again, and strode over to the two pieces of her precious staff. "This is for Every bear Under ten feet tall." She whispered. Wielding her shards like swords, she lunged at him, screaming, driving the broken staff into his sword arm, and breaking it off in his flesh. Archon roared and cried out in pain, Reaching around and closing his long clawed paws around her head. Flinging her with all the force he could muster. Mid air, Ursa changed, her Bear form emerging from deep within right into the clay wall of the pit. A agonizing thud and she fell into a heap on the ground, her armor torn and broken from her limbs. Moments later, the Shift faded, and a bloody ursarius was left in a mold of clay in the shape of her bear form. Archon stared for a moment, anticipating another assault. a Small smile crossing his face at a premature elation. He continued to free his leg, until the ground around him fell loose and he was able to escape. He walked over to the pit walls and looked up at his Sons. "Markkus, Marzaeus, Send in the Crone. I need my arm healed." He waved a paw to see his will done. But His Son shook his head. "Until the Duel is considered terminated you must suffer your wounds. As Is your Law... My King." Arhon raised a Brow, gesturing to the motionless heap across the pit. Markkus shook his head. So he sauntered over to His Adopted daughter and lifted her by the tabard into the air. She began to stir. Ursarius opened her eyes, blood obscuring her vision. She smiled at him. "It's too bad I never felt sorry for you either. Or you might be spared." She weezed. Archon rolled his eyes and scrunched up his snout in distaste. "You're not quite done, Strongjaw?" He queried. Setting her down to get her bearings. "So be it."

Ursa waved upon her weakened stature. Wiping the blood and mud from her face, she took off her busted armor. "Resume." She said. Steely eyes locked on the King.
Archon re-established the grip on his sword and flexed his wounded arm. 'It's no good, tendons are damaged...' he frowned. 'Single Scimitar is still favorable as compared to splinters of wood...' Ursa charged at him, he swung his sword and she was able to mount his arm and avoid the blade, she pulled herself up to his face by the Helm and use his momentum to secure herself to his back. 
"What are you doing, get off!" He stuttered. Flailing violently, She drove the remaining half of her staff into his armpit disabling his left arm. He Howled in pain. In an effort to hold onto her mount, she motioned to hold on, and Archon caught her left arm in his mouth, shattering her bones with his powerful jaws. Ursa shrieked and toppled over him to the ground both Bears yowling in pain. She scrambled to keep her distance under foot, crawling backwards away from him, she Closed her eyes tight. "may the power of nature hide my presence... May... the power of nature, hide... my presence." She chanted under her breathe, and slipped into a state of consciousness that gave her time to recooperate. She sat up, cradling her broken arm, tears like waterfalls out of her blood-shot eyes. The White light weakly pulsing through her hand into the wound, "Sword.. cut.. Spear stab..." She clenched her teeth through the healing process and as the magic workd her will, she thought of what it would take to bring the giant down.

Archon carefully removed the staff splinters from his wounds, stabilizing himself against the far wall of the pit, because he too, needed time to recooperate. his chest heaving with exhaustion, he scanned the pit for the small humanoid. 'Watch.. carefully. She can't win. She has to fight.' Slowly and Carefully he packed soil into his wounds, pinning his arm to his side to ease the pain of a severed arm socket, he winced. 'Watch her....'
"Come out and fight, I can't see you, but... I know where you are. Let's finish this." He said, fairly calmly behind surges of agony. "Ursa..."
She sat there, catching her breath. "This is it, i'm done for... I've run out of resources, One-sided from the start.."  She stood, looking around the pit. For some sort of indication. Watching him tend to her wounds. it Struck her as the Lightning flashed across the sky. "May nature RELEASE ME!" And she rejoined the world again. diving headlong into the pit she shifted into her Bear form again, tackling Archon and heaving him into the ground. She Knocked the helm off his head with a swift and strong backhand, and using her newly healed arm, she cupped a pawfull of mud and splattered it into his eyes. Shifting again to get out of his grasp. 

"RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOW!" Archon Roared, heart pounding, he flailed and swung his sword, and he knew it was time. His Arms were useless, and now he couldn't see where the Princess was coming from. "Berseeeeeerrrrk!" She hissed, flipping over onto his stomach he tossed down his blade, He swung his arms loosely, nostrils flaring as he tried in vain to catch her scent in the rain. Ursarius Took up her last axe, feeling the most adrenaline she'd ever felt before, the axe caught fire. "Flame axe..." She chanted to herself, Tears pouring freely from her eyes, she cried. "And this..." She wept, "This is for the Future, And the Mountain i'm leaving behind for my Sons!" She took the fire axe and executed a running jump, at her highest point, she released the flaming axe and buried it deep within Archons skull between his eyes. He Cried out in a whimper and he fell face down in the mud. Lifeless. Ursa dropped to her knees as she stared into the Fire. The Crowd of Bears above her fell Silent as they watched their King's Defeat in awe.

Ursa forgot they were there, weeping and shaking in the Thunderstorm as she felt the Bear within her lay back down to rest. All of her Human emotions flooded through her and into the Earth. "For you Father. Vengeance."