Potent Pankration

Potent Pankration is the eighth encounter in Grand Games: The Ascent
==Enemies==
* Martial Mage (975 Gold, 120 XP, 75 Energy, 5 HP)
* Golden Garden Monk (975 Gold, 120 XP, 75 Energy, 5 HP)
==Transcript==
===Introduction===
"I'm certain I shall triumph in this event. I became quite adept at fisticuffs while I was a student, and had to bloody the noses of local thugs before they bloodied mine."
The mage shadowboxes, demonstrating his pugilistic skill by launching a barrage of glowing punches. He has a good hand speed. You'll have to watch out for that if the two of you fight.
Each of the other pankratiasts is likewise loosening up or else hoping to intimidate their rivals with a display of martial prowess. A demon whoe hair trails from his skull in a long topknot kicks a thick marble pillar with his flaming shin, sending a shudder through the heavy stone and widening its snaking cracks. Two Golden Garden monks are performing a sticky hands drill. Their slapping, striking, deflecting arms move together in an immense blur that makes it seem as if they possess at least ten limbs. A dwarf and an orc are engaged in a rather more rudimentary exercise. They're taking turns headbutting each other.
This tournament won't be easy. It's a contest of arcane-infused unarmed combat, in which all manner of magically powered strikes and grapples are permitted. But you know a few tricks of your own - both martial and magical. And when it comes to hurtling people, you've had a lot of practice.
===Conclusion===
"Waaaaaaa!"
The monk's leg swings at your head like a mace. Your forearm catches it. His inner force and your magical defenses meet in a burst of azure sparks. You snap a front kick at his groin, but he springs off the ground. His sinewy elven body corkscrews round and his heel crashes against the side of your skull.
Stars explode in your eyes. The entire universe shakes. You go for a clinch out of instinct, trying to grab hold of him before he can move in for the kill. He drives the top of his head at your face. But you expected that.
The spell flows from your lips in the same moment that you duck. His headbutt thuds on your crown instead of your face, where your skull's thickest. It shakes your brain and sends more lights shooting across your eyes. But it isn't enough to pt you down. And from that position, with his head against yours, he can't see the emerald fire that burns around your right hand.
The uppercut smashes into his jaw. It lifts him clean off his feet and hurls him backwards. His head strikes Mount Arete, and finds it even harder than your cranium.
A satyr trudges over, nudges him with his hoof, and nods when the elf doesn't move.
"%player% wins!"
Category:Grand Games: The Ascent