To Kill a Friend (Closed to Ogun)

[Gene StarWind]

It was nothing to fight for the half dwarf. Ogun born of mysterious circumstance, raised in the library of Ankhas who fought in the bottomless pits arena for sport as a youngster had seen combat. He was proficient with many a weapon but was truly divine with a spear. He read books on various martial arts and put them to the test in the arena and now the Leader of a group he had sworn his strength wanted to test his metal.

Using the "confiscated " airship from there escape from Berevar, Ogun and his combatant arrived at the grand citadel located in corone.
He had only read about the structure during his youth but setting eyes upon it lit his wonderment ablaze. The large ghostly white tower was the pupil of the capital, inhabited by monks capable of the highest level of healing and revival magic. The two could virtually unleash there full breadth of skill on the other without loss of life and Ogun of course found this fascinating.

Reiker was skilled and Ogun was sure of that. He had already displayed an aptitude for violence along with tactical planning so Ogun would not look past his one armed foe.

"How many charges today"? Ogun jabbed at his confidant.

Reiker whose face mainly sunk into the shadows of his hood revealed what appeared to be a ghostly white smile that showed through the darkness. Though we had business with the monks and the right to access the citadel caution was a constant necessity. Ogun knew Reiker would not respond but to Ogun the battle was first fought in the mind.

When it was Oguns time the monks conjured their magic and Ogun with inventory in tow casually walked through the portal.

Upon arriving he was taken to what appeared to be a crumbling city block.
The sun mostly gone over the horizon gave the rubble torn landscape a pinkish red glow and the wind beat against his back. His cloak which hid his black tunic and muscular frame blew like a willow and his baggy black trousers flapped violently in the gale. With one hand holding his hood over his head he used the other to draw his spear that he had modified to collapse for the occasion.

Buildings broken and dilapidated offered cover and advantageous footing for the coming conflict and they lined the street Ogun was in front of.

Thanks to his attention to detail, Reikers love of traps and explosions had not made it past the half-dwarfs perception. He was to do combat with a specialist in a specialized field.

Ogun felt compromised having to navigate a war torn crumbled block in twilight especially given his foes love for traps. It was logical that they would be transported opposite each other and it appeared Ogun was last to arrive. With one powerful motion Ogun stuck his spear into the ground and began to bow it back towards him. The oak creaked and moaned and Ogun lowered his posture into a squatting position. With little warning he eased his grip allowing his spear to fling him forward while also using the momentum to pull the weapon from the ground. Air born he landed on what appeared to be a tavern. The building mostly in tatters stood only by a duo of walls that formed a corner.

Ogun perched like a gargoyle vigilantly awaiting a response from the land group when out of his peripheral he sees Reiker leaving from the building he's squatted on top of.

"Come Ogun". Teased the maniacal anarchist.

Finally feeling as if he had a true handle on the situation Ogun grabbed a gold from his pouch he carried. Wedging a coin between his thumb and middle finger Ogun is able to create tremendous pressure due to his dwarven strength and with a thunderous pop he launched the golden coin directly where Reikers face should be in the shadows of his hood.