Cage Match 2012: Round 2: Bast versus Richard Rahl

 

The Contestants


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Richard Rahl
Seeker
Age: Early 20s
Race: Human
Weapons / Artifacts: Sword of Truth; Agiel
Special
Attack:
Anger-fueled sword attack/ Forgiveness-based sword attack

Bast
Bartender
Age: Unknown
Race: Fae creature
Weapons / Artifacts: Doesn’t seem to need any
Special
Attack:
Gets others to attack you to “bring out the best in you”

The Breakdown

Advantages

  • Excellent swordsman, tracker, and woodsman
  • Can spot the truth from a mile away
  • Sees solutions, not problems
Advantages

  • Incredibly charming
  • Faster and stronger than you’d expect
  • Might have picked up a thing or two from Kvothe
Disadvantages

  • Kahlan Amnell…
Disadvantages

  • Softness for the ladies and his master
Kills

Kills


How we think the fight will go


The problem with his last fight was that it hadn’t really ended up being a fight.

It ended up being a drinking contest.

An eleventh-hour, come-from-behind victory was needed to take down Seregil, and Bast wasn’t quite sure if it was his Fae blood that had allowed him to get that far, or if Seregil hadn’t actually been the winner by bowing out so graciously—so prettily, he had to admit.

Right—Seregil was a guy.

Still…

Bast shook his head, and immediately regretted it. He was hungover, and it was through bleary eyes that he spotted his latest opponent. He looked like every other blowhard, pretty-boy farmhand who had ever picked up a sword and thought himself a warrior.

Richard.

Dick.

He sniggered, then winced. He was pretty sure Kvothe could have done something for his headache, but for someone so skilled in Sympathy, his master had offered very little for his assistant.

The man across the way was saying something. It was probably something honorable—these types always seemed to think honor mattered. Screw honor.

Screw on her.

He smiled again, then choked back a bit of vile. It clearly hurt too much to be clever this morning.

He glanced around him. Last time he’d at least been in the comfort of his own home. Now he was in a stadium of some sort, and there were more people around than he was typically comfortable with. And there were some ladies making him even more uncomfortable…

One in particular. Dressed in all white, auburn hair past her shoulders—she was a vision. And the way she was looking at the Richard fellow, it was clear she only had eyes for one person in the stadium.

Let’s see if I can change that.

In a flash—faster than this mere human could have imagined, he thought—he was in Richard’s face, ready to grab his throat and rip it apart.

And in another flash, he was reeling back, a pain unlike anything he had ever felt coursing through his body.

Bast was sober now.

In Richard’s hands he saw a rod of some sort. It wasn’t iron—he knew that. It was bad enough being close to that bastard’s sword, but whatever the rod was made of, it was the worst feeling he had ever experienced.

From the looks of things, Richard wasn’t enjoying holding it himself. But the grim determination on his face was enough to make Bast pause. The hero in his own story had given up, and Bast hadn’t seen such determination in Kvothe’s face in his entire time with the man. This Richard was a hero of a different sort.

This is one that didn’t give up, and clearly didn’t know how to lose.

The fire that shot from Richard’s free hand was something Bast both expected and yet didn’t. Magic wasn’t new to him, but this was something different—it was wild and untamed and everywhere. He drew upon all that made him Fae—all that made him a different being from humans—as the flames licked his body. It helped, but only just. And when the blade licked his skin before sliding into belly, Bast couldn’t say he was surprised by that, either. He hadn’t even noticed the flames had stopped long enough for Richard to have drawn his sword. Then the rod touched him again, and the steel and pain ripped through his blood.

Bast looked at Richard, and saw sadness in his eyes.

“She’s gorgeous,” Bast coughed. “I bet she tastes like strawberries and cream—”

Richard’s eyes hardened, and he twisted both sword and rod.

Bast’s back arched in agony, and yet he couldn’t help but laugh.

Maybe Richard isn’t so heroic…


Predicted Winner: Richard Rahl





NOTE: THIS MATCH ENDS ON THURSDAY, MARCH 15th, 2012, AT 5 PM, EST

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Richard Rahl is a character from the Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind; Bast is a character from the Kingkiller Chronicles series by Patrick Rothfuss


Richard Rahl image courtesy of Tor Books. Bast image courtesy of ~YasminaMihaylovna



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