Kapitel 14: Osirath III
(The incidents relating to me in this chapter might be a little too wierd depending on the reader's taste. So take this as a disclaimer of sorts.)
On second thoughts, the sound wasn't drum beats, but like some war drums where the drumstick were actually swords. No no no, it was like swords beating on shields. There seemed to be a rhythm to the clang. The tune was something I'd never heard before. So, was the buzzing also related to wars or something? Some war song of this land? But just like before, I seemed to find no place of origin for the sound.
Hallucinations? Maybe. Deserts have something called "mirage", but that's an optical illusion. This was.... It certainly made me think I was mad, but how could I have been mad? That was pure nonsense. I decided not to ponder on it, lest I truly go mad.
The cell that I was in was dark and had a rotten smell. No windows meant my respiratory system was going to get fucked. Isolation suited me if I had something to do, but I had nothing to do there. Earlier, I checked the Nexus if it was also a normal phone or not. Sadly, it was the latter. It had pictures of a variety of things, but touching them didn't bring them to reality like before. There were other pictures of people doing comic poses.
Those city watch guards dragged me through the streets until I offered to be cooperative. They put a blindfold on me. I already knew the way towards the castle, so it felt unnecessary. Maybe they didn't want to show the inner parts of the castle. They took my sword and armour too. I didn't know if I'd ever get them back.
The half-dark, half-lit cell made me feel something inside me. A dread? I figured I had nothing to do, so I started masturbating to one of the comic girl's picture. She looked like someone I knew. However, I couldn't put a finger on it. So I fingered something else. (I meant stroke. Don't take it literally.) I dragged it for as long as possible until I couldn't handle. Then I released my grip and relaxed my muscles. The release was delayed. I repeated this for most of the day till my flesh rod felt sore. Then some last strokes in quick succession released thick white stuff on the floor. Some still clung to my hand.
I wondered for a moment how a woman would feel eating it. Then gave up the atrocious thought and wiped it off on my pants. I just wanted to lie in the bed and not do anything. However, not washing it would have made me feel sticky in that area. It would also feel itchy. So I washed it with the water bucket in the corner of the room.
I thought as I fell asleep.
The same guards woke me and blindfolded me. Again. I thought they were taking me to some royal court or something. Where would people like these hold trials?
When they eventually took it off, I saw I was in another dark dungeon with some weapons on the wall. My sword and armour were there. There, in the middle of the room, sat a man behind a table. A tall, bulky man with hair more gray than black. A man in his prime; age seemed to have molded him like a blacksmith would mold his metal. Those deadly eyes could put holes through diamond. Thankfully, to the whole world, he wore glasses.
His stare, that seemed to last a lifetime, petrified me. That gaze horrified me so much that I didn't see the guards locking the door behind me, and the clangs in my head stopping dead. After a long time, he spoke.
"So, you're the one that dares challenge me?"
".......What? No, no sir, why would I want to do that?"
"That won't do, boy. You've defeated four of my guards. That was a formal challenge to me."
"Umm," I spoke, gathering my voice, "sir, is there any way to.....um.....revoke.....that challenge?"
"Of course not. What would Osirath think if their Lord Galminaris Hitrasgind refused a challenge from a mere traveller?"
My heart sank.
"What would Osirath think if their lord Gi...I mean, if you defeated a mere traveller who was one without skills?"
"Without skills? You beat four of my elite guards without skills?" My heart sank deeper. He continued, "I heard rumours of thieves and burglars being defeated each night by one man."
"Baseless as rumours always are, sir."
"One of my guards saw you."
"Who? I accuse him of lying."
"Him." He pointed to one of the guards. "Do you still accuse?"
"................"
"He didn't. I lied. Now I see it clearly in your face." He smiled a devious smile.
I saw no way out. I contemplated how it would go. 'One hit defeat, or there may be some stabs here and there. They may even decide to torture me', I thought, looking at those weapons.
"Did I start to think differently again?" I mumbled, "something is wrong with me. Something very wrong."
I didn't know what it was, and I feared to know. I focused on the present. 'Why is he sitting there?. Isn't he going to fight me? Fight me sitting on the chair?'
That made him look more intimidating.
"Sir, when are we going to....umm....fight?"
"Whenever you're ready, boy."
"I'll be ready.....in a year or so. Maybe five? Ten? How about twenty? That sounds good.", I gave my most respectful, polite, humble, friendly, gracious, cultured, gentlemanly, civil and gorgeously elegant smile.
He laughed like that was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. I mean, I kinda pushed my limits a little.
"Of course, of course." He said.
I got overjoyed. 'I can now escape from this bloody place.'
"Of course," He said again, with a hint of mirth in his face, "if you're willing to live in this room for more than twenty years."
'Bloody hell.' Of course, it was too good to be true.
"Can I at least have my sword and armour back for the fight?"
"Sure."
The guards brought them to me. I took my sweet time getting ready. It gave me some time to think. More like overthink.
'If I get the key from the guards and try to escape.... No, not good. Opening the lock will take at least five seconds, that is, if my hands won't be vibrating like a sex toy. Five seconds is too much time to lose my guard against them. No matter how useless the guards might be, if one cuts my hand while I'm unlocking the door, that's it for me. Also, damn that man, he put the guy holding the lock polar opposite of the room from the door-guarding one.'
He never shifted his gaze from me. Bloody man must have stared women to death. No wonder he looked so hateful. Sex deprivation does wonders. Not that I'd wish the man on any poor girl. I sighed.
"I'm ready.", I said, taking a stance. I held the sword point towards Lord Gilgul whatever with a face of grim determination.
"Well, then.....", He said and kicked the table from below. It hit the ceiling and shattered. The flecks fell like rain. I was so dumbfounded, I didn't question the sheer disregard of the laws of physics.
Gilgul whatever looked at me for a few moments, then took off his glasses and handed them to one of the guards. The other one handed him a sword. It looked better than mine. I took a stance again, as the last one got interrupted. Gilgul whatever motioned me to the fighting ring. Though there was no actual ring or anything. The guards stood in opposite corners, behind me and him, with huge folding fans. They used sticks instead of hands to move them.
"Fight.", The guards bellowed.
Gilgul whatever wasted no time. He attacked furiously. I could barely defend. I tried to put some distance between us, but he backed me to the wall. Each swing lessened the distance between me and him. In a desperate attempt, I crouched and his sword hit the wall. I took my chance and stabbed him in the gut.
He moved back, grunted, holding his hand to his belly. I took advantage of the distraction and put some distance between us. Damn, I should've attacked instead. No point in regretting.
Gilgul whatever smiled and took his hand off the wound. There was only a shirt ripped at the waist. The wound was gone. My mouth hung open. 'What the fuck? What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK? How am I supposed to defeat him like this?'
He attacked. More furiously than ever. I gave him a good match, as I had gained some distance between us. His strength was hard to match, but with a little twisting technique, I severed his hand. Unfortunately, the sword-hand was intact. I wasted no time and pounded, pelted, beat, stroke and smashed. He defended with every effort manageable. I realised something. His severed hand didn't drop any blood, nor did the gut would. The guard behind him swung the fan, a furious wind blew and Gilgul whatever became dust! The dust hit my eyes. I flinched and rubbed my eyes. Something cut my back. I thought it was one of those guards. I turned to find Gilgul whatever, who had turned to dust a moment ago, standing with the sword that had turned to dust a moment ago. Both of his hands were completely fine.
"What the fuck?", I grunted in pain.
"Sand arts of Osirath.", He said, smiling, "I promised I won't hold back. But it feels wrong to have some special power while you don't. So, here's the information that'll give you a handicap. Any type of liquid infused attack will keep my cuts intact for a long while.
"I'm intentionally giving you a handicap. That doesn't mean others will too, boy. Next time, be ready for what you're going up against. Only if you get a next time, that is."
Liquid? Water? What water? The dungeon had no source of water. Where could I find one? I hit dead end. Sweat tricked down my eyebrows. Sweat! Oh right. He said any type of liquid. I moved the sword gently and carefully down my sweaty face. He gave a wry smile.
We squared off again. It was hard to hit him. He was very good at swordplay. No wonder he was a lord or something. It surprised me at how good I was. This time when I hit him, the wound stayed. But sweat eventually evaporated. I took my distance, and this time, licked the sword. That wasn't good enough, so I sucked the sword. The guards laughed. I knew what they were thinking. ' I'll show them.'
This time was a little better. Each time those fans whipped dust, I closed my eyes and moved according to the wind. Sometimes, I hit. Sometimes he did. My cuts bled, his didn't. But it seemed like it hurt. This was no good. Sweat and saliva dried off too easily. I got an idea.
"Umm.... can I have a minute?" I couldn't keep embarrassment off my face. They looked curious.
"Sure, I guess." Gilgul whatever said, scratching his chin.
I took deep breaths to calm myself. Then, unzipped my pants and pissed on the sword. From hilt to tip. All the eyes in the room bulged and jaws dropped to the floor. My embarrassment outweighed the disgust at having urine on my hand. Tears filled my eyes. I zipped and readied myself. Urine dripping from the hilt.
I took advantage of the moment and attacked. Gilgul whatever tried to defend, but the element of surprise got him. I cut his sword-hand and stabbed his gut. He fell. A new music played and a black hole appeared. It sucked the guards in. I backed away, though it didn't affect me for some reason. After it completely sucked the guards, the hole turned on itself and rotated into a gateway. I could see familiar figures standing in the distance, looking at me. A raven black-haired girl and a blonde with glasses. I stepped through.
AUTORENGEDANKEN 
Kiltarina_Sovaltos
Kiltarina_Sovaltos Sorry for the hiatus. I'm getting another for 2 months. Just need to get my life in order. At least there's a complete arc written. I'll try to come back with consistency.
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