RAAM relished the opportunity to show his skill and prowess in battle. This grand tournament the queen had decided to hold was just the opportunity he needed to show his martial skill and strength. His first two opponents, another Theron and a large grenadier elite, had been easily defeated. The grenadier had refused to yield, so RAAM had strewn his entrails across the battle field with a satisfying slice of his serrated blade. But this next opponent he was slightly wary of. He had heard of him before, the leader of the Kantus monks, and although not particularly large or durable, the tall thin Kanti were incredibly fast and agile, and deceptively strong for their size. This Skorge, their leader, was not to be taken lightly. RAAM was confident in his skill, but was no arrogant fool. He knew he was not invincible, although he had proven that he was as close to it as any locust in the horde in his battles with the Lambent. He stood in darkness in the staging room of the arena, waiting for the gate to raise, anticipating his glorious exhibition.
The gate rose, allowing the the glow of the fire to illuminate the floor at his feet, and slowly climb up his robes until finally reaching the pale tough skin of his face. He strode out into the center of the arena, raising his blade high above his head, as if he had already grasped victory. Across the arena, the other gate slowly ascending. He could not yet see his opponent, but knew he was lurking in the shadows beyond the firelight. Suddenly, the enemy burst forth, brandishing a long staff with a chainsaw at either end. He bounded toward RAAM, then lept high into the air, aiming to slash RAAM from above. RAAM easily deflected the attack with his knife, and seized the shaft of the weapon with his other hand. Skorge kicked him in the jaw, and managed to yank the weapon free of his grasp while he was stunned. Skorge was, indeed, very strong. RAAM regained his alertness just in time to see Skorge's blade strike his shoulder. It grinded against his armor, but had no effect on RAAM. Skorge hadn't anticipated his plates standing up to the blade; his expression changed from confident to surprised. RAAM seized the opportunity, grabbing Skorge by the neck, lifting him clear off the ground, and smashing his skull against the hard rock of the arena floor. Blood began flowing from Skorge's brow, but he showed no sign of slowing down. He lept up without a moment's hesitation, striking RAAM's lower jaw with the shaft of his weapon, then digging one of the twin saw blades into RAAM's ribs. Once again, his armor protected him from harm, as he swung his knife and cut the shaft in two, separating the blades. Skorge's wild, uncalculated actions began to betray his desperation. RAAM knew he'd already won. Skorge just didn't know it yet. RAAM swung his powerful fists, striking the Kantus warrior's head on both sides. He stumbled backward from the blow, disoriented and stunned, the sound of the crowd roaring in RAAM's favor inaudible over the ringing in Skorge's ears.
RAAM approached his victim, victory now within his grasp. Skorge tried to stand up, to regain his footing, but RAAM delivered a solid kick to his face as he arose. He fell back again, unable to defend himself. Skorge began crawling away from RAAM, as the giant black-armored warrior slowly approached. he seized Skorge by the tassels of his headdress, pulling his head back and exposing his fleshy and vulnerable throat. Skorge felt the cold sting of the blade as it's edge was pressed against his throat. RAAM looked around at the crowd, as if to ask for their approval. The spectators roared with glee, their thirst for blood palpable. Just as RAAM prepared to slice open this weakling's throat, the sound of the queen's voice rang out over the loudspeakers.
"That is enough RAAM."
He looked toward the royal podium, the queen's firm expression glaring down at him from the stands. He stood, walked toward her section of the arena, and bowed before her, touching his weapon to his forehead in salute.
"Our champion is here", Myrrah's voice proclaimed to the now silent audience. "From the throngs of hopeful combatants, one has proven himself a warrior to be feared above all others. From this day forth, I proclaim you General RAAM, supreme commander and championof all the Locust Horde."
RAAM could feel his heart swell in his chest. It had been suspected by many that the winner of this tournament would gain some position of prominence in the queen's court, but never had he dreamed that he would be given supreme control over the entire Locust army. This was what he had worked his entire life for. This was his moment of glory and triumph. He stood, saluted his queen, and walked to the exit of the arena, the crowd's thunderous applause still filling his ears as he walked down the hall. His destiny was calling, he wouldn't keep it waiting.



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Yeah, RAAM is the man. I don't know how anyone can even have a doubt that RAAM would own Skorge.


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