Chapter 326 - Fighters Guild (2/2)
”Minus one point. Screaming like a bitch and not reacting fast enough,” voiced Mieshre with no sympathy.
”Die, die, die,” repeatedly stabbing the snake, it eventually let go to slither back to its cage. Not even half a minute had gone by, ”-my legs…” blurred, the boy had subconsciously stabbed the other leg. The venom was of illusion. ”Get him a healing scroll.”
”Next, the big-nosed fellow,” another cage, another match.
'Come on, I can't lose this,' he thought not paying heed to an injured comrade taken away.
”Going by what I saw, thou art weak. Therefore,” squealing of a rat had him baffled. ”Your opponent is a sewer rat,” uninterested, her voice was one of fatigue. ”Not much threat, the name is, Sewer rat five.”
*Clang,* the gate opened. *Air-Fire Blast,* a single swing had the beast fried.
”Don't UNDERESTIMATE ME,” yelled in passion, Simone glared the beastwoman.
”You've got guts,” *whistled,* ”-go on Nelson.”
'Not again,' hands crossed, conjuration of a spell, *Air, Fire element: Firebo…AHHHHH,* another bite had the boy in pain on the ground. Filled with attitude, the snake returned to its cage.
”Get the healing crew again,” facepalmed, she shook her head in dismissal.
”Are you purposefully disrespecting us?” asked Fletcher in a polite voice.
”Did you just realize that?” her eyes grew tense, ”-I've no patience with boys who don't know how to behave in presence of a guild leader. I'm the one who's being disrespectful, huh? I would have had thy head on spikes the first moment I laid my eyes upon thee. Sadly, you're here as a guest, and guest we shall give what little respect is due.” Shoved to the arena, ”-you don't mean anything to us, understand?”
*Clang,* an ox who bore fiery red-horn moved in utter confidence.
”Charlie!” came from the other arena.
'If that's how she wants to play, then I'll just have to prove them wrong,' eyes opened, ”-what happened?” feet light, the back of the head bounced off the floor knocking him unconscious. The ox had charged in the slight moment Fletcher focused.
”NELSON,” ordered the guild leader. The snake pounced and aimed for the middle of the boy's legs.
”AHHHH,” forced awake, ”-my balls,” he fainted. Total humiliation, pride, and cheerfulness slowly turned to dead silence. The laughter grew louder, Mieshre began her tortures regiment. The breakage of pride and qualities a man held important.
”Next, Tony,” called by name, ”-you're to fight a goblin.”
”Do forgive my asking,” bowed, ”-why is it that you choose to call me by name?”
”Even though you acted like an idiot at first, thine instinct quickly forced thee to be more respectful. Not partaking in the leg-pulling while having a proper manner. Thou art worthy to be tested fairly.”
”I appreciate it, ma'am,” walked to the arena, few cages rested. Red flashes of light broke out of the dim-cages.
'I came here to study, not to have fun or get humiliated. The King might have insulted us, yet, it was based on the truth. We were fools to think highly of our strength. What does it mean to be a rank-A student?' *Clang,* the cages burst open.
*Crimson Wrath - level one: Root,* a red glow emanated from his body. Held tightly, a dash behind the green-devil, heavy and slow, they dodged the battle-ax. Said goblins were monsters used for practice; not actually goblins but cleverly concealed training dummies. Leaped, the objective was simple; to attack. Swing after swing, the goblins dodged left and right. Constantly checking the back, they tried to get into blind spots. *clash,* well-guarded, they attacked he who defended well despite the size. *Crimson Wrath – level two: Sacral,* red to orange, the speed and power visibly increased. The movement altered from a strong and direct style to agile and fast. Possessed, the body moved across the horde, one by one hits landed though no damage was felt by the devils. ”He-he,” increased as well, the coordination had him guessing of the next attack. 'Don't underestimate me,' the beasts opposed to fighting had changed to an annoying style. One that had many give up their life to grab onto their prey, a desperate move. Swung downwards in fury, *smack,* a club to the head.
”It's over,” signaled Mieshre.
Disappointed, he stood to an applauding crowd. ”Good job out there,” nodded the leader. ”I shall tell thee more on why thou lost later.”
”It's because I had my guard down. The one who struck my head wasn't in the original horde, I sensed the attack too late. The giggle broke my focus to which my judgment grew foggy.”
”Learning from defeat, a good trait to have.”
”Next,” already on the move, Eira had the sword on her shoulders. The noisy ground grew dead silent. Cold and pretty, her white hair flowed with unprecedented grace.
”Guess she's ready to fight,” said Serene with elbows on her knees.
”Highness is to fight a hobgoblin,” gasp of fear escaped.
”Eira did win the inter-magical tournament, is a hobgoblin enough?” wondered Tony.
”Thinking aloud again,” mumbled Simone, the injured students returned with lowered gazes.
A cage twice as big as before stood with snarls and heavy shaking. 'Hobgoblin, from what I've seen of her personality. Another training dummy, I haven't trained year long and won a tournament to lose here. I don't care if this is Arda, I have to catch up to my father.' *Ice Element: Ice Shards,* summoned above the head, it hovered as if guns. 'Prolonging the battle isn't a good option. Fast and quick,' taking a low-stance to the ground, '-the fastest attack in my arsenal.' *Clang,* opened the cage.
*Lightning Strike – Shadow Variant,* from white to somber, she burst forth leaving a trail of destruction behind. Sliced in two, the hobgoblin fell, the ice shards impaled the remainder without mercy. *Ice Element: Freeze,* clenched, yet another spell just in case. *Poof,* exploded in smoke, sparkles flowed into the air.
”Lady Mieshre, the sword is a very good weapon. She's amazing,” returned with the utmost respect, Eira stood in line nonchalantly. Speechless, even the guild leader took a few moments to process the information.
”Could I please borrow the sword,” reached Tony curious to what she said, ”-woohh!” the weight pulled his hand downward. ”It's heavier than the battle-ax,” turned to the guild leader, the test ended.
”Alright,” from noncaring to disciplined, ”-all you rookies are to start training this instant. Have the cards stamped by Jazl, we'll begin with physical enhancement.”