A bloody skirmish..

[veralion]

*Clank Ching Tisc!* The sounds were heard as Veralion was ambushed in town by Val and Fallvictor. Veralion had little time to react but managed to reach for his staff. The three continued in a brawl until, with very good timing, orcs began to show up when they heard the sounds echo through the town of Trollsbane. Grummsch came to Veralions aid. And Krubba showed as well, but only to watch the two groups fight. Veralion faught Val, but noticed his fellow Skull being slowly overwhelmed by Fallvictor. He ran to his brothers aid and the groups clashed together again. Then Grunith showed himself and drew his sword to clash in to the battle as well. Knowing they were outnumbered, Fallvictor called a retreat, but Val was cut off. So they all remained. But before Fallvictor could aid his friend, Veralion struck Val down by sending a swip from his staff to Val's leg. Veralion then charged to Fallvictor, and the two great powers clashed again. Blood covered the streets now. The two carried the battle into the shop, yelling and snareling at one another as their weapons flew. Veralion let out a growl proclaiming they finish their business outside, with no aid from eithers men...
Outside the east gate, they agreed on dueling with daggers only. A crowd gathered and the yelling died down. The orc and the human glared at eachother. Moments later, Veralion let out a snarel and charged. For some time, the two thrusted and sliced away with their daggers. Jumping around eachother, blocking, and clashing them together. Sparks flew from the two irons and the blood flew all around. Veralion planted the butt of his dagger on the shoulder of Fallvictor and he let out a groan of pain. He then countered with a punch to Veralions stomache. Suddenly, the two fell back to their knees. The two, sitting with puddles of blood trickling down, glared at eachother, and lost grip of their daggers, too tired to battle on...
They agreed the war was endless, and the two supieriors of the clans were too equal to win. And the Movements leader, The Prince, had walked out on them and their goals, in the time of war. From this, they tiredly declared, not an allience, but an end to their groups fighting... at least for a short while...