39 Coronation!? (2/2)

A few feet before Markorn I stop and take a look back at the priest. ”You give the sign.” The priest nods and I turn back and look at Markorn.

The stupid idiot is grinning at me like he already won. He has no clue what I am capable of. I don't like dying. It hurts. And you lose memories. I don't like to lose memories.

”START!”

Markorn explodes with mana and disappears. I teleport. Reappearing directly before Seredorn, who is standing in the first row of onlookers with other nobels. His eyes go wide, as he looks at me.

”Hi, uncle!” Focusing mana into my left hand, I stab it directly into his chest. He opens his mouth with a surprised look on his face, but no scream comes out.

I feel a mighty power inside Seredorn. Obviously he underwent the same treatment as Markorn. Right decision!

Retracting my hand, I turn around. Everything took less than five seconds. Markorn is standing at the point, where I was before. He looks at me with an open mouth, not really understanding the situation.

Seredorn crumbles behind me and I start to walk towards Markorn.

The mana inside him wavers, swirling and twisting, obviously his soul is in great turmoil. I grin at him and throw the beating heart of his father directly into his face.

It lands on his cheek and drops to the ground. Still not realizing the situation he stares at the beating heart to his feet.

I charge forward and strike at his face. *Krack!* A tooth flies out of his mouth and I feel his fighting aura waver. An opening!

Feeling my way, I get a hold on some muscles in his right arm. Taking what I can get, I slice at them with telekinesis.

”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

Suddenly Markorns body blurs and something hits me right into the chest! Driving the air out of my lungs, I am thrown upwards and impact the ceiling, penetrating it.

Impacting the ceiling of the next floor, I fall down again, together with tons of debris. Markorn is already waiting and thrusts a hand towards me, but I teleport behind him.

Another part of the ceiling dents in. It seems like he released some kind of shock-wave. I grab his shoulder and convert the mana, I stored within myself, back to electrical energy.

While the surge of power shakes us both he grabs my hand and tries to throw me over his shoulder, but I stick to him with all my might and we roll over the floor.

Fighting this fight in a normal way would be my end. I stay as close as possible, while he grabs and breaks my hand. But I feel nothing. I cut my nerves, when I started this.

I tear and rip at his mana with my will alone. Pouring energy into healing myself, while ripping parts of his aura away and converting it into my own mana.

This is no stupid duel with rules. I will show you bastard a real fight with life and death on the line. No nice fighting rules. No forbidden use of lethal attacks.

Sparks of pure energy fly back and forth between us. He stabs a hand through my ribs and destroys something important.

I don't care. All my concentration is focused at tuning myself to his energy. With a hand I claw my fingers into his face and eyes. With an animalistic scream he rolls on top of me and tries to snap my neck with his good hand.

He almost managed it, but I reinforce my body further by using the same fighting aura as him. It's a rough method, that's why I hate to use it. It's nowhere as good as his version and worlds apart from Celes. I just waste mana, but it keeps him from killing me outright.

Suddenly something within him loosens and I slip past his defence. I rip and tear! Throwing him to the side and rolling above him. He goes limp and his hands fall to the ground.

With a savage grin I get to my knees and pull something out of him. Kukuku! You are mine now! I promised I wouldn't make this fast.

Somehow I get to my feet. I am a bloody mess and I don't have an ounce of mana left. A ghostly green figure is struggling in my hand. It's a splitting image of Markorn. Just that his broken body is lying to my feet.

I hold the ghost at it's head, while it is obviously screaming in horrible pain. But no sound is heard within the whole hall. Everything is silent now.

Slowly limping towards the shocked priest, I grab the crown out of his hands and press the thumb sized crystal, which is framed into it, against Markorn. He is still wriggling, trying to free himself, while he is sucked into the crystal.

Finishing it's business, the crystal starts to emit a green glow. Mwahaha! I will take my time with you. I had two months to think up some things for you! Realizing that i have probably a problematic expression on my face again, i try to straighten up.

I put the crown on. Limping towards the throne, I drop myself into it. I cough up blood. Fuck, I don't want to know how this hurts. Thank the multiverse for well used telekinesis.

Letting my gaze slide across the hall with nobles I ask:

”Anyone else who has complaints?”

All spectators shake their heads in unison.

”Th... Then I declare prince Angrod of Tirna as the new King of Tirna!” The priest stutters.

”Hereby I take the throne and swear to protect the country and it's people.” I answer the ritualistic words.

”And since I am feeling a little tired, my first order is to clear the throne room. I will hold a speech, when this mess is cleared up!” I wave at Markorn's and Seredorn's bodies.

Everyone starts to file out of the room. Mother and Grandfather run up to me. Mother is crying and immediately kneels down to stop the blood flowing out of the wound in my side.

”It's okay... It doesn't hurt.” I gurgle and blood is coming out of my mouth. Fuck, seems like my body is seriously messed up.

Arthur, Katrine and Celes also come up to me. Katrine joins Ireth in her efforts to heal me. ”This looks bad.” Arthur looks at me like I was already a goner.

Celes clenches her fists. ”I told you! We should have taken him together and beaten down all the bastards afterwards.” She has tears in her eyes. Do I really look that bad?

”I have already called for the best healers, they were waiting close by. They should be here any second.” Arthur informs us.

The guards close the doors and we are alone. At that Celes turns around and runs back to Markorn's dead body. She grabs his head and lifts it a little.

Searching around inside his hair, she suddenly pulls a hairpin out of his head and lets go. *Thud*

Walking back to us, Arthur gives her an inquisitive look.

”No proof, no accusation, no deed!” She explains.

I grin while everything goes dark.........