Raises Eyebrows
"Keeper! Nooooo!"
Eyebrows runs over to the prone Keeper of Doors.
"Keeper... No! Nooooo!" He cradles the dark blue goblin in his arms as Keeper bleeds out.
"No... no... nonononono!" When it becomes clear that Keeper is not getting back up, will
never be getting back up, Raises Eyebrows slowly closes the fallen goblin's eyes.
"I will not stand for this, my friend."Raises Eyebrows stands up, muscles shaking. But as he turns, something becomes quite clear...
"You... have crossed a line."It is
anger, not grief, that runs like fire through his veins.
"Aroaaaaa!"Raises Eyebrows hoists the Scythe-hook aloft.
"Ancient spirits of the arena! By the broken body of my fallen friend, hear my cry!
With lightning-speed and deft skill, Eyebrows drags the Scythe-hook, still dripping with blood, through the sand of the arena floor. Bloody circle sown, he jabs the scythe-hook into the sand and draws the dagger forth.
"Ancient spirits of the arena! By the blood of my sworn enemy, freshly spilled, hear! My! Cry!"
"Ancient spirits of the arena! By my own blood, willingly given in your name!
Hear!
My!
Cry!"
"Warrior spirits, champions slain,
broken soldiers, rivals vain,
fierce defenders, slayers grim,
Wherefore cry ye out for him?
"Who is he, this field astride,
to taunt, and plot, and mock our pride?
to tear us from our peaceful lives,
to kill us dead with scything knives?
"By what right hath he, your favor earned?
For longly hath he thy arena spurned!
To talk, to watch as losers die?
What right, hath he, more than I?
"Him, no longer champion bred;
He plays critic now instead.
But we, we've fought, and hurt, and bled,
and yea, now number 'mongst you dead.
"So turn from him, I, you spirits, plead:
Stand strong with us in hour of need!
We, who truly far have risen,
from among the slaves he did imprison.
"Turn from him, lend spectral might,
Stand by us, and we shall win! This! Fight!"
SPOILERS:Hot damn. Invoking blood magic, *and* poetry? This post is sure to... 
Raise Eyebrows
. Good job ardent' and Ratha too.
