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***meanwhile*** Rhiktus was laughing as he held what appeared to be a hollowed out tusk in his hand, filled with a beverage. Rhiktus: And then I broke every one of his bones, and fed him to the Thornbeasts! Rhiktus slammed his palm down on the stone table, as he spilled his drink all over the place. All the guards in Rhiktus' throne room, or rather, Dining room, laughed somberly. Atticus and his 4 henchmen seemed unphased. Rhiktus sighed. Rhiktus: If that didn't make you laugh, then what will? Atticus: Nothing that you would say. Rhiktus: You really should eat Atticus...You've barely carved a morsel into your Doorka steak. Atticus: The implants I have provide me with all the nutrients I need. Besides...They would also filter out any poison you spiked this meat with. Rhiktus: Poison? Rhiktus laughed. Rhiktus: You insult my hospitality... Atticus: You aren't offering me hospitality Rhiktus. You are imprisoning me... Rhiktus snarled. Rhiktus: Is that what you think? Atticus: Yes, and I'm pretty sure everyone in here would agree. Rhiktus: Don't forget your place whelp... You came to me. I never sought you out. Atticus: Yes, because I was under the impression that you would join in my cause, however...I have come to the conclusion, that that was merely pretense. You wish to stay under Barrabus' rule, because you fear him, more than you fear me. Rhiktus slammed his palm down on the stone table. Rhiktus: That's ludicrous! Atticus: Please don't shout, your breath is putrid. Rhiktus shot up from his stone throne, and he grabbed his Gravity Axe, which was a essentially a gravity Hammer, with it's displacer side replaced with another blade. Rhiktus: I'm going to cut you in half... Atticus: You could do that, or, you could expel me from this..."gorgeous" city. Don't you think that's a more fitting punishment? Judging by your ego, it would be. But since you are the cowardly Jiralhanae that you are, you thought to kill me with poison, instead of combat. Rhiktus: You are making blind assumptions whelp... Atticus: Oh am I? I don't think I am! The reason you "didn't seek me out" was because you hadn't witnessed what I was capable of yet... But now that you have...You want me dead. You don't want me to follow through on my revolution! Because you fear Barrabus more than you fear me... But you still fear me, all the same. You weren't sure you could best me in a one on one duel, so you tried to poison me. Pathetic Atticus paused. So tell me, am I wrong? Rhiktus jumped onto the stone table, and roared. Atticus: I'll take that as a no. Rhiktus blindly charged at Atticus, who was sitting at the opposite end of him at the unnecessarily long, gluttonous looking table. Careful now Rhiktus, you might slip on all this food that your starving people aren't having! Rhiktus was halfway across the table, before Atticus calmly, and slowly stood up from his seat. Atticus' henchmen grabbed Atticus' stone chair, and pulled it away. Rhiktus roared again, before he raised his Gravity Axe over his head, and approached Atticus. Atticus: He's telegraphing his moves... Moron. Atticus crossed his wrists in front of his face just as Rhiktus slammed his axe down on Atticus' large vambraces. as soon as the axe made contact, Atticus parried, by swatting the axe aside, and grabbing Rhiktus' goatee. He tightened his grasp, and pulled Rhiktus down from the table. In doing so, Rhiktus fell face first onto the ground. And he had lost his goatee. Atticus let go of Rhiktus' goatee hairs over his back. Rhiktus growled after his goatee hairs drizzled onto his back. Atticus: Accept your fate Rhiktus. You are no match for me... Rhiktus: GUAAAAARDS! The guards in the throne room all stared at Rhiktus and Atticus. They were motionless. Rhiktus slammed his fist down on, and tried getting up. Atticus simply let him. Rhiktus spun around, eyeing at each of his guards with contempt. Atticus: They aren't helping you, because they don't think you're going to win. I thought I should point that out, seeing as you would never come to that conclusion. Rhiktus showed his teeth and grabbed his axe. Again, Atticus let him. Rhiktus swung his axe, but Atticus sidestepped the arc, and elbowed him in the side. Atticus: You inherited the throne from your father, and since then, no one has challenged you for the title. Because you never leave this place. These are not blind assumptions Rhiktus...these are facts. I need only to see the girth of your gut to figure that out... Rhiktus horizontally swung his axe, but Atticus deflected the blow with his vambrace. Atticus: From this day forward, you will no longer rule the city of Olka Vincille. Atticus grabbed Rhiktus' axe, pushed it into his muzzle, and tore it from Rhiktus' hands. He raised the axe, and slammed it down on Rhiktus' neck. Rhiktus grunted, before coughing up blood, he fell to his knees. Rhiktus: You... Atticus let go of the axe, and took a step back. The axe stayed in place because it was was embedded in Rhiktus' collar. Rhiktus: ...Traitor... Rhiktus then went limp, and fell to the floor. Dead. The guards then surrounded Rhiktus' body. They were astonished. Atticus: Olka-Vincille is in dire need of a new chieftain... Anyone who thinks they are capable, line up...