| “ | Now Udam fear Wenja.
— Takkar
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Takkar is the main protagonist of the video game Far Cry Primal. Takkar is a member of the Wenja tribe, who lived in the year 10,000 BCE, being the last surviving member of his hunting group, he was forced to survive in an area that he knew little about, being forced to go up against opposing tribes.
However, Takkar has the very special title of Beast Master, because of his ability to take most of the wildlife in this newfound, hostile environment. Thanks to his unique set of skills, his environment would become a lot less lonely alongside his beastly companions.
Along his journey, the Wenja would be forced to fight both hostile tribes and creatures alike, before eventually killing the leaders of the tribes who opposed him.
Battle vs. Connor (Assassin's Creed) (by Pygmy Hippo 2)[]
Unknown Forest
Takkar treaded through the forest carefully, looking for any Udam or Izila tribesmen lurking among the trees. He heard a cry of pain and a thud near his location. He rushed through the woods to see Connor inspecting the elk's fallen carcass with a steel arrow in his side. Yelling at the opposing hunter, Takkar pulled out his Double Bow and loaded two stone arrows.
Connor looked up and barely dodged the twin arrows before pulling out his Hunting Bow again. "We don't have to fight! I didn't know these woods belonged to another tribe!" "Wenja?" Neither hunter could understand what the other was saying and so as soon as Takkar loaded two more arrows, a steel one hit his stomach. Connor watched in shock as a hit that would kill an ordinary man just made the Wenja Beastmaster angry as he pulled it out and snapped it in half.
Deciding that this was enough of the bows, both warriors pulled out one of their signature weapons. Takkar threw his Spear which Connor dodged and closed in with his Tomahawk and sliced his foe's chest. The Mohawk Assassin cried out in pain as the Two-Handed Club was swung at his arm, luckily for him the blow wasn't at full force. His arm still hurt enough to make him drop the Tomahawk as Takkar swung downwards.
The blow made a large hole in the ground as Connor stepped backwards before kicking the Wenja Beastmaster backwards. The Mohawk Assassin grabbed his opponent's arm and twisted it before he could get another blow in. Now both weaponless, the hunters were engaged in hand-to-hand combat which Connor quickly gained the edge. He punched and elbowed Takkar before pushing him to the ground and choking him.
The Wenja kicked his foe away long enough to whistle to the trees as the Mohawk regained his grip but not for long as his eyes widened after he turned to see what had just roared. An angry Smilodon was baring his fangs at Connor who pulled his Double-Barrel Flintlock Pistol from its holster. It was Takkar and his mount's turn to be shocked as smoke came out of the wooden contraption.
Unfortunately the Assassin failed to realize his advantage and fired again, this time the lead ball hit the big cat. He snarled in rage and Connor ran to the trees before climbing one. The Smilodon snarled in rage and pursued him as he jumped from tree branch to tree branch. The Beastmaster collected himself and retrieved his weapons as his mount pounced on Connor mid-jump.
The large fangs beared down on him but the Smilodon whimpered as the Hidden Blade stabbed through his throat and died on top of his prey. The Mohawk pushed the dead beast off of him and went up the trees again to return to the original battle area. Takkar found his mount's dead body and yelled in pain and sorrow before clutching his Spear tightly. Connor retrieved his Tomahawk and took off to find the Wenja.
The hunter stalked through the trees only to turn around and barely dodge a thrown Two-Handed Club. The Assassin simply responded to the attack by extending his Hidden Blade and runningat his foe. Takkar stabbed forwards but his wooden shaft was easily destroyed by steel and his arm holding the top of the Spear was run through by the Hidden Blade. He just glared in defiance as the Tomahawk hacked into his throat.
After several tense seconds, the Beastmaster's eyes rolled back as he joined his mount in the afterlife. Connor put his blade away and closed the eyes of his worthy opponent. Several minutes later, Takkar and his Smilodon were buried next to each other as the Mohawk Assassin left with his elk.
Winner:Connor
Expert's Opinion[]
Connor had the better short and special weapons and he dominated every X-Factor except for Experience which was questionable whether his experience against more technological foes would beat the harsh landscape of Oros. Takkar had the better mid range weapon but his greatest attribute, the Smilodon, was easily dispatched by the Mohawk Assassin and the Wenja Beastmaster's death would follow shortly after.
To see the original battle, weapons, and votes, click here.
Battle vs. Spear (Primal) (by Lunathemoon123)[]
Takkar brought up the bow, but was forced to contort at the waist to dodge the spear hurtling towards him. This saved his life, leaving him with little more then a graze, but threw of his shot. The arrow lodged itself in the palm tree, prompting Spear to take cover from potential incoming attacks. He'd never seen a weapon like this, and he'd need to careful. He crouched down and dropped the vine of fish, swapping it out for a fist sized rock lodged in the earth near the Trees base. Takkar had by this point knocked a new arrow and was beginning to slowly move forwards towards the palm. But before he loose the arrow, he saw a blurred flash leap from behind the palm, diving towards the patch of shrubbery. He then loosed the arrow into the bushes, but before this arrow could land, the blurred caveman had already bounded from the shrub towards another large palm tree.
But instead of just landing behind it, Spear flung himself form cover, lobbing the rock at full force towards Takkar. Just barely dodging the stone, Takker just barely noticed Spear hurtling past him, grabbing the spear and pulling it from the ground. But Takkar quickly recomposed himself and took aim with his bow at the now open caveman. He loosed an arrow, this one strikine Spear in the shoulder. Howling in pain, Spear bounded back towards the trees, just barely missing a new missile. He soon made it took the tree line, with more arrows whizzing past him as he skittered down the slope. Ahead of him was a large rock, which he leapt onto and crouched behind. Now at the top of the slope, Takkar saw that his enemy was now entrenched. Arrows would be useless and rushing and engaging in melee would only get him impaled. But he had another option.
Reaching into his pack, Takker pulled out a fist sized bulb of wood and bee hive. He then reeled back and lobbed the ball, with it smashing on the flat of the boulder. And from this a cloud of stinging bees and wasps erupted. They buzzed angrily around for a moment before swarming Spear, stinging and biting him. Crying out in pain, Spear bolted forwards towards the river. Leaping from the raised banks, he landed in the water, but not before loosing his grip on his Spear. As he popped his head up near 10 feet down stream to look for his weapon, an arrow flew past his face. He automatically dunked back down again, disappearing into the murky dark waters. Takkar cursed under his breath before knocking and preparing a new arrow.
Spear swam at high speeds up river, trying to keep away from the man hunting him. He then popped up his head again, crawling up onto the bank and slipping behind a large rock on the banks. Takkar was now on the bank himself, slowly moving towards a large boulder. Spear, hearing his foe coming up along the rocky bank, grabbed the two closest weapons near him. He scooped up a large fist full of mud, and a wet driftwood branch. He listened and waited for Takkar to get close before acted. Takkar moved slowly towards the boulder, arrow still knocked and ready to be shot. Then, like a bolt of lightning, Spear lunged from behind the rocks at close range, lobbing a stick glob of mud towards Takkars face. It struck him head on, covering his eyes and partially blind him.
Roaring like a lion, Spear threw a powerful swing his club. Barely seeing this, Takkar put forwards his bow as a shield from the strike as he clean his face. The branch smashed into the bow, snapping in half and flinging it from his fists. Now less blind, he pulled his own club from his belt as he took a step back. Spear swung at him again, and again, with Takkar blocking these strikes. Mostly now defending himself from these attacks, the more stocky build of his club slowly whittled down Spears simple branch. And as Spear made his last swing, the two clubs connected with a responding crack. The Branch snapped in two near the handle, leaving Spear with more of a stick then a club. Takkar then brought up his club and prepared to swing. But as his strike came down, Spear leapt back and lobbed the stick at Takkars face.
The stick struck hard, stunning Takkar for just a moment. Spear lunged forwards, tackling him two the ground, the stone headed club falling two the ground as the two men splashed into the thick mud of the river shallows. Spear, crouching over Takkar, began pummeling him across the face. He punched hard into Takkars face, leaving severe bruises and tearing his skin. The strikes began pushing Takkars head deep into the muck, cutting off his ability to breath. In one last act of desperation, Takkar pulled a flint blade from his belt and thrust in hard into Spears thigh. Sinking in deep, Spear howled in pain, giving Takkar the chance to grab and throw him off. Pulling the blade from his leg, Spear began getting to his feet. But before he could settle, Takkar was already coming towards him, club in hand.
Spear began running back down river toward his Spear, which was itself lodged into the deep mud along the banks. Moving as fast as he could, Spear could hear the slower but less wounded foe on his tail. He grabbed the Spear the haft, spinning around and blocking the club swing from Takkar. The haft blocked the club, with Spear following the block with a pushed, knocking Takkar back. And with one last thrust forwards, Spear ran his foe through the middle. The spear sank deep into Takkars chest, running clean through and ripping out his back. He fell to the ground with a thud, gagging for air. And as he took in his last gasp, he saw Spear standing over him, grabbing the weapon around the middle and ripping it out of him.
Returning back up the hill, Spear retrieved his vine of fish, and began making his way back too the cave.
Winner: Spear
Expert's Opinion[]
While Takkar was a more experienced human fighter and was better armed, the pure overpowering brutality and physicality of Spear eventually stole him the win.