91 Petition for a Duel (1/2)
”Isn't it time to stop wishing, complaining, making excuses and pointing fingers? Your destiny calls for you to give your dream the actions that it desperately needs. Dig deep to discover your hidden abilities and strength to always persevere.”
― Edmond Mbiaka
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This does not concern me that much. All I care is that I am to take the reward for the negotiations exclaimed by the leader himself prior to his shameful defeat... although the man himself, inside his rusty cage has also been giving me these quite astute and incisive glimpses which started already a while ago. It's final... He hates me that much. Not that I care...
He even got so far as to look at me like I'm garbage, spitting very rudely...
Well, it's not against the rule to retaliate back to an adult with a childish brain right? I then looked at him with this enormously disgusted smirk... Like a sadist, looking at an enthusiastic masochist with the pure intent to mock.
”Tsk.”
Even at our distance, I could clearly see his annoyed face and hear the clicking of his tongue. Well, that was sort of fun, teasing an incarcerated noble. Well, back to the crux of this issue at hand...
”Yes... Did you ask the Patriarch about this matter?” Adds another noble, giving everyone this frightening and broad grin, almost like Cheshire cat at this point, but even more spiced with conceit and megalomania.
”I'm afraid we still have not.” Answered the announcer.
”Then this simply can't be done.” Another from the group, exclaimed, with a golden walking stick and well-groomed mustache while still giving off this aura of grandiosity and self-centeredness.
Everyone from the lower economic threshold then find themselves realizing that the hope that they've felt is only but for a moment. Their facades, it really shows how they've suffered a lot in the hands of these megalomaniacs that they want to end, even though how fragile the hope may seem... And seeing them, made Sir Gallahad, the senior Warlock with a sober face always sipping a cigarette, to find himself a subject to intervening.
”Oh, you mean the lazy old useless bum sleeping in that castle's tower like a princess who wants to be rescued? More likely... do you want me to call him and challenge him to a duel? You'll be satisfied that way, right?” The warlock said...
”If you have the gut that is .” Challenged the other fully claiming in their disbelief that their fellow Tarragon in front will show some hesitations, but it was not the case.
”Fine by me.” Being himself, who's preferably got nothing to lose as he exclaims, he began to withdraw one of his two heavy-looking axes...
”A-are you serious you commoner!”
”Hmmm... I can't wait to see your downfall, you lazy elites.” Having said that, with great momentum coalesced with his annoyance of the hope-obliterating nobles whose interests are reserved for themselves alone, he threw his battle-ax while facing the other way around, hitting the castle's highest tower of which is overly alike to Rapunzel's... Whatever and whoever this patriarch maybe, they better not let down his or her hair.
And that's exactly what happened...
Hit by the ax blatantly with its great momentous power, the tower was torn to bits even deforming the clouds atop on the skies... Just as how I presaged it to be... that this senior warlock really is strong, of which I think could be in par with that deceased recently-fought hero.
”N-now, you've done it!” Recoiled the same nobles seeing the defiance of the warlock and how he unexpectedly tried to wake up this sleeping Patriarch or something, even destroying the grand castle's highest tower.
”MH...MUWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!!!! How stupid!” The King, seeing the rushed decisiveness of the warlock starts to laugh like there's no tomorrow weirding everyone out, except for the elites whose weirdness is also at the same level.
”Master, I sense a powerful being... but I can't point out its exact location. Do forgive me for the incompetence. I will take note of this inability” Azazel suddenly prompted.