* The reason Hakim failed to kill Margred or even injure him was by time simple and unusual among killicks. As everyone knows the Efrat is an energy that allows warriors to proceed body mutations, that goes for speed power boosts or even weapon strengthening and if you are focused enough on armor. But we must not forget that the first real armor of a man is his skin. Ordinary blades do slice through Killicks, but with great difficulty. The stronger and more powerful a Killick, the harder it is to slash it, but there comes a time when no matter what level you are all expert warriors like medium are still sliced the same way. This is where the Wand comes in. This is a rare feature among Killicks that is generally found in some elite warriors. Indeed not content to bathe their weapons and their armor they also bathe their body more particularly their skin in constant influx of Efrat. Doing this is not enough to form a Wand because it is a long and really painful process that requires not undergoing any disturbance for weeks or even months or even years depending on how you manage to control your Efrat. So it is better to be one of those who are not used to cashed in and as much to say that this is not the case with all Killicks. On the other hand, those who manage to make a Wand of their skin obtain a natural defense against all kinds of blades and constitute the last bulwark of these warriors. And so if slicing Margred's armor already seemed like an impossible task, being able to slice his skin was something much more absurd to him.
-I see now why you said you would give up if I made you bleed ... You cheater got a Wand.
-If having blade-resistant skin is cheating then yes I cheat. But you, on the other hand, who are incapable of inflaming it, are weak.
* In the stands it was more at all the same atmosphere opinions were shared *.
-He ... He's going to win, isn't he?
-No it's over, the other will be more surprised. In addition he has a Wand it's dead.
-Esh how did this young guy train such a Wand?
-Hey Helmborg, how old is your son?
* Helmborg sat in his corner with folded arms turned his gaze to the other Killick who remembered he was a class above and retreated *.
-Margred is really something. I doubt he could damage his Wand. * Said Raheem *.
-Yeah ... Well, whatever.
* As he watched the exhausted Hakim he removed the rest of his breastplate and tore his shirt. Now he and Hakim were shirtless and it was not against the pleasure of these ladies in the assembly *.
-Tell me ... * Said Margred *. Why are you here?
-Eh ? Are you really asking the question or do you live in a cave? I think I screamed it so loud that all of Adje heard it. At least Arsiaga. * Explained Hakim out of breath *.
-You are fighting for a mother who has denied you. She does not recognize you as her child, she sees in you only one more criminal to judge. You don't even have the right to call yourself Hyverson anymore.
* Hakim listened to his monologue keeping his anger inside him *.
-This woman that you imagine in your head is only a chimera, a semblance of a mother, she never existed, at least that's what I think. Unless you just want to prove here and now that you are worthy of the Hyvers Name ....
-SHUT IT. * Hakim shouted * ... You SHUT IT DOWN.
-I won't apologize, I said that on purpose to upset you and it works. * He held out his sword forward *. You see I am not particularly proud to call myself Helmborgson. To be honest, I hate this guy. Because he uses me just like your mother uses you.
-You are fighting for him today.
-No ... I fight for my Legion and only for it. He happens to be the master, I don't have a say.
-You are quite paradoxical as a dude.
* Margred was born to an alcoholic father and a mother who died in battle he barely had time to know. Already small as all many children Killick he had to learn what death is. He was told who his king and the human king of Adrun were. At that time his father often took him on expeditions on his boat and showed him the brutal and violent world as it was. It would not be wrong to say that the young boy very quickly had a notion of the dangerousness of the world. However, his father often went on expeditions with a woman. He could not remember it but he remembers that she was very beautiful and that she had a son whom she cuddled as if it were an egg. Margred remembers it well because it was the first time he saw someone with silver hair in his people *.
-Hello.... I'm Margred. What's your name ?
*Nova. This is what he said to be called, from then on the two young people became inseparable, Margred was unaware that his friend had brothers and sisters and to tell the truth he had never seen them, since these two never met. met that during their parents' expeditions. It lasted until their 7 years *.
-But dad ... why can't I come with you?
-This time it's different. I can no longer afford fancies like taking you.
* The young boy burst into tears and clung as best he could to his father's cloak *.
-Please let me come. winter arrives I do not want to stay alone.
* But Helmborg didn't listen to him and threw him into a corner *.
-Why ? * He said in tears *. it's because I'm weak isn't it?
* Helmborg turned and faced his son with a stern look *.
-Yes Margred. You are weak.
*Weak ? Basically he expected his son to grow strong enough to follow him. Strong enough to survive on your own. If that was the case then he would become strong. Margred was placed in Legion Monastery like Nova. The brothers and sisters of his friends were sent elsewhere after all the mission of their relative would last a long time. 5 years to be more precise during which these two there were measured in many fields, they were friends but also rivals. They discussed and exchanged,hiding practically nothing, they looked like two brothers, two beasts. Only here at the end of the mission when they were about 13 years old the mother of his friend returned to pick him up. Not seeing his father arrive he said to himself that he was dead but he soon learned that Helmborg was just not coming back of his own accord. Margred was disappointed, was this a form of testing? Was he doing it on purpose, had he forgotten? Somehow seeing his friend hugging his mother warmly comforted him. The year of their 15 years the Alpha legion which took care of them to choose a new recruit to accompany the experts going to the royal palace. It was an opportunity for them to stand out. He remembers that Nova's mother just whispered something in her son's ear *.
-Win.
* And that's what he did. That day Margred and Nova faced each other seriously for the first time and it was Nova that he won in a 3-blast exchange that destroyed the youth colyseum. Margred did not quite understand the origin of his defeat. He and Nova used to be the strongest and were often tied but this time his defeat was overwhelming. Was it because of his mother's encouragement? No there was more. When Nova returned from his visit to the palace with the Elite warriors *.
-Hey Nova ... Nova ... It's me Margred ... You recognize me I am ....
- @ & @ & @ - @ -
* He remembers his friend uttering something inaudible. In the end he too had changed, his mother had denied him and all his brothers, Margred saw him cry in a corner and went to comfort him. Nova told him it was his fault but he barely understood. Years passed and the two young warriors continued training. Nova easily integrated the Alpharion circle, to maintain their rivalry Margred integrated the youngest of the legions formed 2 years ago. He was then 18 years old. And what was his surprise to see who led the new Legion named Dedalus *.
-You ... You ... Youyouyouyou ....
* Sitting behind a desk, he was much more hunky and tanned, his hair still a mess but it was him *.
-You .... Helmborg?
-Ah hi but ... Who are you already? * He asked surprised *.
-Who I ... You ask who I am?
* Raheem unsheathed his saber *.
-I ask you to respect our master of Legion.
-Who ... Who am I? Haha ... Hahahaha ..... I AM YOUR FUCKING SON. YOU PIECE OF SHIT. * He yelled as he knocked over the table *.
* In the end for him it was clear that he had never had anything to do with him. Just as Sephora used Nova, she serves Hakim, Hussein and even surely her so-called Dagur. But he wasn't the one who was going to get that into his head. If Nova had changed there was a reason *.
-But well I guess you love your mother too much to understand what I just said don't you?
-I refuse to believe that my mother abandoned us for no reason. Not her not the Sephora that I knew.
-The facts are there, however, and you continue to deny.
-Your father is a real motherfucker so I assume that he let you ... But the mother of mine is a golden girl. * He said with a full smile *.
* With one step Margred reduced the distance between Hakim and himself lying right on his side *.
-I'm wasting my time arguing with you.
* He punched him hard in the stomach and the breathless young man fell to his knees. He then raised his sword *.
-It was entertaining, Goodbye.
- Looks like it's over.
-One less. * The queen smirked *.
* But as the final judgment fell upon Hakim, a heavy shiver ran through everyone's spine. In the distance in the sky approaching at Sub-sonic speed a wave cutting through the air. An individual fell squarely from the sky and landed right where Hakim and Margred were in an Efrat explosion never seen on Adje. The sound would have been so strong and violent that lightning could be observed around him stretched out as the pressure of his aura swirled the wind. It is said that when a Killick is afraid or is faced with an entity far too superior to him, his teeth become fangs and his nails become claws. These are unconscious manifestations of the Killicks' Grimnir mode. That day when this man landed at the great colosseum, everyone without exception felt claws or fangs pushed. Everyone except one person. Sitting in her corner with her legs and fingers crossed she watched with fascination what she had created. He was wearing his cobalt blue coat and leather boots with his black pants. His tanned complexion and unique silvery hair left no doubt to the person in front of him *.
-So you came ..... *NOVA*
*To be continued*