Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Judgment Hour
* Adje Grand Coliseum, a gigantic arena opposite the ruined Coliseum that was used to train kids. It was perfectly maintained and as a base it was mainly used for the Olympic games in Adrun. The Human King even used it to reenact past battles if it is properly laid out. But sometimes this arena serves another role like the Dantesque duels between Killicks. And this time dueling there was going to be. The crowd was large mainly the expert warriors of the big cities. There was a special tribune where the king and queen are located. Right next door serving as a guard, Thaarsis Volcano Breaker. The tension was at its height. In a corner getting ready, Hakim was trying to put on the last pieces of his armor under the annoyed gaze of his older brother Hussein *.
-Hakim ... You don't have to go.
-Stop you know i have to. Otherwise I would be a criminal on my own island.
-You are already a criminal in the eyes of people.
-It is because I have not yet obtained justice. But you'll see soon they'll chant my name.
-Nothing to give a fuck about that. * He said blocking him against a wall *. Do you realize what you did? For her ?
-For our mother.
-She denied us. * Shouted Hussein *. She never gave a damn about us. When we were no longer of use to her, she abandoned us like crap. You ... Me, Nova, or Sinley. Have you already forgotten?
* Hakim took his brother back a few steps and grabbed his helmet *.
-You see Hussein. That's the difference between you and me. She is our mother, she will never abandon us without a valid reason. If she did, it was because she had a reason.
-A reason ? * Finally Hussein with a twisted laugh *. We Killick damn it, we're not among humans.
-No matter the race Hussein ... A mother always loves her children. * He said putting on his helmet covering his whole head *. And this until death.
-Ah yeah .... And why wasn't she on trial then. We lost the right to be called Hyverson.
* Hakim grabbed his gun and gave Hussein one last look *.
-But We Are. * He said with his voice aggravated by the armor *. See you later
* Weapon he dragged to the arena. This weapon was nothing other than a gigantic stone hammer *.
- Ladies and gentlemen, it is coming soon for you. * Yelled the presenter *. He dared to challenge the Dedalus Legion on his own field and today he hopes to get away with one trial by combat. I present to you the warrior with the burning head ....
* A few days earlier at the Arsiaga Court, Hakim had proposed a trial by combat. What Vincent had answered *.
-NO. I wonder what you were going to use to get out of this but you are as deceitful as your witch mother.
* He was going to get carried away but Hussein put it back on him and whispered in his ear *.
- We do not play in the same court, he will not hesitate to slice you half.
-It is unfair. * Hakim shouted *. I have the right to defend myself.
-Indeed, it is the very principle of trial by combat. But ask Nova for help. Who rather is an Alpha Legion scholar ... Ha don't laugh at me.
-Why not. * Said Ortega who picked up his cloak *. Originally the Killicks all followed the same rule. The strongest is right so if he wins his duel he will be right. Over.
-If he gets massacred he will also be wrong, it's just as simplistic. * Said Helmborg who stood up *. This kid doesn't stand a chance against me and you know it. That's why he chose Nova as his representative. I recognize there the methods that your mother hooker taught you.
* Hakim wanted this to throw at him but in the blink of an eye Ortega was right under his throat with his blade *.
- I want you to talk, but I forbid you to insult my friend ... Is that clear?
-I .... When ... When did he move? * Raheem wonders *. Is he really an average warrior? And if in reality ... It was ... No impossible he would have eliminated the guards ... But then ...
-It's not going to blow you away. * Helmborg sighed *. But I'm just saying it's not fair play. Nobody wants to hit Nova in 1v1.
-So we're at a dead end. * Said Hakim smiling *. I therefore propose ...
-You are not proposing anything, little fox. * Vincent cut *.
-It's rude to interrupt people. * Says Helmborg *. Even the youngest. Carry on kid.
* He looks at Vincent a little reassured then continued *.
- I therefore propose that I would ensure my own defense during the duel. In exchange I let Dedalus choose a champion that I will kill.
-It seems honest to me. * Says Helmborg *.
- And if I win I want to see Helmborg apologize. knees in front of my mother.
-You don't ask too much yourself sometimes. * Said Ortega *. That's enough Hakim.
-No that's perfect. * Said Vincent who surprised everyone *. It will be in the Grand Colyseum in a week.
-Hey ... you quickly change your mind.
-Hakim you will be on parole during this time just to train you even if I doubt that you beat an elite warrior.
-Thank you from the bottom of my heart your honor.
-And you Ortega will make sure that he doesn't try to run away or I'll blow your brains out. The same goes for you Hussein. With that, the meeting is adjourned.
* The pressure fell once again and each one put their weapon back in its scabbard. Hakim who felt his heart beating at 100 an hour collapsed to the ground breathing heavily *.
-Well ... If it wasn't tense ... * Said Ortega *. By the way, it was a pleasure to see you again. * Said he to one of the armored guards *.
* The other guard, the one with the severed armor approaching *.
-Hm he's being smart but if the other kid hadn't helped him I would have helped him.
-If the other kid hadn't helped him, he could have avoided your blow and you would have pierced me.
-Eh ? You are kidding.
-The average warriors may be weaker than us, but they are more deceitful, never underestimate their experience.
* Ortega approaching Hakim but his kind gaze disappeared and gave way to a harsher and harsher *.
-Wake up moron, you'll have to prepare for the fight of your life. * He said in a voice suddenly angry *.
* And the fight of his life was now *.
-HAKIM LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
* A salute of ovation filled the arena as Hakim entered the arena. It firmly and has two hammer sounds in silver rock. His armor was bright red and his helmet adorned with eagle wings. This armor he had forged himself with the materials found on Adje, he had completed it and now she was going to accompany him in his fight. As he watches the crowd he can see the officials like Vincent, Sephora Hyverson is. His mother. Of course she watched him with indifference, but for him that did not change anything because he didn't expected more, her mere presence was enough. So King Arthos who was there got up and calmed the enthusiasm of the crowd. He was still so imposing in his black chrome armor with his golden bracers *.
-HAKIM.
* The young man bows before his king *.
-I admit I was surprised when I heard that an impetuous youth had tried to kill a Legion master. But I have to thank you because you offer me entertainment that is out of the ordinary.
-Your words touch me your majesty.
-Also I must tell you a judgment by combat is a return to the sources, the purest way of rendering justice before the Original warrior. If you win you are free ... If you lose .... Make sur that it will be in honor young Killick.
- I will not disappoint you my king.
-EFAYA EFAYA * Cried the king *.
-HOUUUU * Shouted the crowd *.
-EFAYA EFAYA
-HAAAAA
-MATRYA KALYA
-HEEEEE
-KURAHEEEEEEE
* Enthusiastic cries rose from the bloodthirsty crowd. This invocation of the divinity of the victory of the balm in the heart of the young man who felt himself vibrate in the smallest part of his soul. It was now clear that he was supposed to give his all and not disappoint either his king or his mother *.
-And now it's time for the show. The fiery young warrior will not face not One, nor Two, nor Three, but Five champions selected by Legion master Dedalus.
-What ? * Hakim wondered back in the stands *. But ... It's cheating.
-Not at all. * Ortega told him *. A fight is a fight, 1 against 5 or 1 against 100 it's all the same.
-Not at all he is alone.
* The 5 fighters selected by Dedalus entered the arena. They all had the same golden yellow armor from head to toe, only one had a cape and it was the only armed with a sword. The others had a mace, a Halberd, an ax and a spear. The design of the armor was very similar to that of Hakim, it was the same kind of full armor that occurs in the attacking forces of the Legions and in the Alpharion Guard. The 5 legionis arrived and surrounded the young Killick under the excited gaze of the crowd *.
-Are you ready? * Shouted the commentator. * Start.
* An explosion of Efrat retained on the ground and Hakim quickly understood the level of the adversaries around him, that said they did not seem quick to engage in the fight. Under their helmets they seemed to be glancing at each other wondering which one will attack first. Hakim firmly squeezed the hammer with both hands, lending himself to any one of them. So the mass-armed one charged and struck the first blow. Hakim did a pirouette on himself and replied, the two weapons crossed and the shock immobilized the warrior in his course. At first a little surprised he continued with several frontal blows that the young man stopped against all expectations. We might have expected him to be on loan more because of his huge weapon, but he could easily follow.
-Oh, not bad, you compensate for your lack of speed by the precision of your attacks and your dexterity.
-A compliment from an opponent like you I'm flattered. That said...
* While they were in the middle of a blow exchange the warrior with the ax charge from behind. Hakim who had felt him arrived bent down to dislodge his hips and then dodge his attack, then he made a sharp circular movement with his hammer loaded with Efrat which hit the warrior head-on. We heard a crack under the armor sign that he had broken his arm, the blow threw him to the other end of the ring. Taking advantage of the opening left by the young man, the guy with the mass took advantage to strike a blow to the skull *.
-Hakim attention. * Hussein yelled *.
* But the young man manages to ward off the attack without difficulty and in a surprising manner *.
-He ... parried him. * Said Raheem *.
* In fact, unable to turn around, he bent down as far as possible and raised the handle of his hammer. The mass that was supposed to shatter his skull hit the handle, which lightly drove the hammer into the ground *.
-Oh that's well thought out. * Said Ortega *. And so as not to have to endure the shock he let go of the handle at the last moment.
* But that was not all. Raising his Efrat he re-entered the handle which he twirled upside down, the hammer struck the warrior's jawbone like an uppercut which threw him straight in the air, Hakim then turned and his bluish aura covered his weapon *.
-RAAAAAAAAH
* Before the warrior touched the ground he knocked him down with his huge hammer making his blood spurt into the arena. No need to look far, he was dead. Those who had come to witness what would have been the execution of young Killick shut themselves and even the queen who had no interest in this fight sits up in her seat. For Hakhim without even realizing it it was the first time he had killed someone and his hands were still shaking. Mad with rage the warrior with the ax and that in spite of his broken left arm rushed on Hakim who again in a pirouette blocked the attack with his hammer. The shock threw their Efrat but as he was in the midst of a confrontation the one with the spear took him from behind *.
-That you will not be able to avoid with such a huge thing in your hands.
* And he was right, at this speed even Hakim's lightning pirouettes wouldn't save him, yet the young warrior was smiling *.
-You're right, I can't do it with this thing in my hands.
* He dropped his hammer and shifted slightly. Totally surprised the warrior did not have time to retract. Hakim caught him by the left arm which he smashed with a punch followed by a whale which forced him to kneel. He then raised his fist and under his gloves appeared 3 claws ready to impale his target. His fist was stopped by a violent blow of the ax in the back which made him scream in pain, his blood streaming down the blade. When he turned around he narrowly dodged the ax and struck with the claws at the leg, causing his target to drop it. He sat on his back and grabbed his head then slammed it against the ground several times despite the helmet. You could see the warrior's blood in flood out the helmet *.
- Damn this kid is a beast. * Said a warrior in the crowd *.
* A blow from the hallerbard sliced his back and even went through his armor. He screamed as the spear across the way pierced his abdomen 3 times. He stepped back a little and at the next blow of the spear he leaned to the side and picked up his ax again. In a lightning movement boosted by the Efrat he swept him with his hammer out of the arena, a hammer which he hastened to let go before giving a nape of the neck to the last standing warrior, at least the penultimate one because the sword guy didn't budge an inch. Hakim gave him an amused look *.
-Are you not coming to help your friend? * He asked, coughing up blood *.
-A duel ... Happens in 1 against 1. * He said simply *.
-Ah ... Yeah ... I see the kind.
* He nabbed the halberd guy in a key and smashed his neck, then threw him in the air, when he came back down he blew his spine with his knees. The Killicks in the coliseum shuddered as others began to find young Hakim interesting. The other spear propelled itself from the other side of the field loaded with Efrat. Hakim unable to stop him hit the arena floor after retrieving his hammer. With a rare solidity the ground produces a shock wave which projected the warrior in the air. Hakim leaped in the air and spun his hammer taking advantage of the centrifugal force to accumulate power, adding to that the energy of his Efrat and the fact that his opponent could not dodge *.
-Oh fuck...
-Holy Shit. *Said Helmborg*.
* Hakim descended with the warrior he crushed like a maggot. Of this poor man there was only a puddle of blood and fragments of armor left. At that moment cries of joy and encouragement arose in the crowd. Even King Arthos was excited about it *.
-You saw that Honey. *Said the king*. This guy got some guts.
-I admit it has potential. * She said disinterested *.
* Sitting in his corner with the officials Vincent had his arms crossed and glanced at Sephora who remained unmoved *.
-I guess you planned it would turn out like this, didn't you?
* She doesn't say anything and just keeps her fingers crossed. In the ring Hakim walked beside his only opponent still conscious, the one who carried a huge ax. Young Killick had lost quite a bit of blood, but he could still stand. He advanced, dragging his hammer, which he raised loud and clear *.
-No ... Please ... don't kill me ...
-I have nothing against you man, but I have to do it.
* As he too was about to crush him he suddenly felt a presence in his back and slammed against him with all his might. But what was his surprise when his hammer was repelled by the sword of his opponent. The audience is also cooling off *.
-Hey .... I thought the duels were One on One. * Said Hakim *.
-This man is clearly no longer in a condition to fight. from this moment I am your new adversary. * He said *. But alas for you I fear ....
* His Efrat exploded and it was a much brighter and purer blue than the previous ones. He grabbed his sword together and immediately put himself on guard releasing a murderous aura on Hakim who understood that he was dealing with a higher rank Expert warrior *.
- That you can not make me the slightest scratch.
* In the stands from the officials square Sephora gave a smirk *.
- Now is the time for the real fight to begin.
*To be continued*
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