Chapitre 20: Chapter 20: The BRAWL!!!
The two fighters circulated magic through their bodies and lunged at each other, they exchanged blow for another blow. Punches were raining, their bodies were getting battered, fists and kicks did the talking, the fighters were lost in the world of their own.
Micah was using a tribal form of martial art, while Thomas used the MMA that he was trained in as a soldier. He was renowned as a genius in both armed and unarmed combat. Things started getting bloody, yet none of the two were phased by it.
Thomas was using boxing stances to judo throws and even karate moves, his punches hit like battering rams yet Micah held on, even doing substantial damage to Thomas, exploiting the openings in his defense.
Thomas was looking for one wide opening and Micah was the same. Both were baiting each other with traps nut none succeeded.
Micah did the unexpected and shifted to his Animagus transformation, he crouched down and his form shifted to a three-meter-tall brown Grizzly bear.
"Fuck that's unfair, how did you get a big bad bear while I got a cute little Kneazle?" Thomas said with a pout.
Micah swiped his bear paw and sent Thomas hurling backwards. The crowd was booing Micah because it was really unfair for Thomas to fight a huge bear in a brawl, fuck unfair it was downright impossible the audience screamed.
Thomas looked down to see drops of blood falling from his left arm that took the brunt of the impact, there was a glaring claw mark on his arm. He tore his shirt and wrapped it on his arm to stop the bleeding.
"I need to get serious, Micah don't hold back, for I won't." Thomas warned and his eyes started glowing, his veins rose up and started pulsating all over his body.
In the VIP box:
"That's madness, how can someone fight an adult bear bare handed? That's got to be illegal." The French Minister rebuked.
"Rather than that, the English brat seems to be using blood magic. Albus, why does your brat use blood magic? It's outlawed for centuries, and by the way he is fusing his blood with magic, his proficiency seems nothing less than immaculate."
"It was outlawed because the ones who tried doing that ended up dying, some luckier ones ended up with paralysis, deformity or even loss of magic itself. But in capable hands it can cause a disaster, you need to keep him on the right path Albus."
"He is right, the whispers of Dark Magic can be tempting and all of us in the room here, know it very well even personally. For someone with outrageous talent like him, he needs to be even more careful that he does not slip over to the other side."
Albus just nodded, he did not say anymore on the topic but he knew that their concerns were well placed. Thomas was more talented than Grindelwald, Riddle and himself placed together, he was born for a greater destiny and he knew that Thomas going astray would spell the end for the Wizarding world as they knew it.
Back to the arena:
Thomas' body was turning red with a scarlet hue and his sweat was getting vaporized as it became visible like smoke. He rushed in and punched the bear-Micah strait in the gut and sent him flying, returning the favor.
The audience roared witnessing the spectacle before them.
Micah rose with a beastly glint in his eyes and charged at Thomas, while Thomas did the same, there was nothing but pure exhilaration on his face.
Thomas dodged the swipe from Micah-bear's claws and drilled in with an uppercut straight to the jaw, making Micah-bear fall on his back.
Thomas grabbed a thick leg of the now furry Micah-bear and slammed him on the ground ending the match.
Thomas was panting as his body returned to normalcy, he raised his fists in the air and roared, asserting his victory.
The crowd joined the road with a wave of thunderous applause. Micah-bear turned back to Micah again and was grimacing on the ground, with the adrenaline rush wearing off, he was assaulted by all the pain his body had felt as he was lying there on the ground.
Thomas walked to him and extended his hand with a bright smile on his face. Micah took it as Thomas pulled him up, sharing a bro hug Micah congratulated Thomas.
The referee called in the medical personnel who took the fighters to the Medical Bay.
The nurse in charge was looking at Thomas and Micah like they had sprinkled black pepper in her desert. She personally dealt with the injuries and gave the two quite the earful.
"Boys and their weirdness, you could have just played nice and simple, hurl a few spells at each other and be done with it, but you had to do it full contact. Then, which one of you brats placed the bet?" She rebuked with a stern voice and expression.
Both the boys pointed at the other.
"Mika came up with it first."
"Tom wanted a brawl."
The boys said without a moment wasted. Then looked at each other with a look that clearly read, 'no way I am getting in trouble'.
She sighed at their antics.
"Thomas, you brat is only a babe of eleven, why on earth are you here in this barbaric tournament?"
"Hah, she called you a babe, pfft, baby Tom." Micah teased and Thomas growled.
"Don't call me that. Besides what's with that unfair Animagus form of yours? How come you end up with a big-bad-bear and me with a cute little Kneazle?" Thomas pouted.
"You are an Animagus?" Micah and the nurse exclaimed together.
"Yup, and just wait until I get your spirit method and with my Metamorphagus composition, I will be invincible, I will be able to turn into anything I want, even a dragon, then I will show you how to turn into a bear in a brawl."
"What's with that cheating ability, and who is giving you the spirit Animagus method?" Micah asked crossing his arms.
"Your grandfather is going to preside over the ritual himself, jealous?" Thomas snickered.
"I should have turned into an elephant and thrashed you, baby-Tom." Micah goaded.
"You wish, Mika-Bear. Then, about our bet, I am changing the reward, I want that longsword, keep that small dagger to yourself, I want that bigger one. It's a lot cooler than that girly dagger of yours, I am the winner, so no take backs."
Micah, knew that it was Thomas' own weird way of being considerate and he gladly accepted the gesture.
The nurse who was now bandaging Thomas' arms shook her head.
'Who would believe that these brats are the celebrated champion and the runner up, one given the moniker of the tyrant and other a shaman. Who would believe that they are the same brats that fought with such brutality and now they are joking around like best buddies'
"Aunty, you might think that we are idiots to fight, but it's something downright instinctual for us, we want to fight, we want to be the strongest, we want to win and we can't ignore this desire burning in us." Thomas started.
"We have a weird feature that allows us to make friends exchanging fists. We boys are simple creatures, we don't do complicated stuff." Micah continued.
Thomas had returned back to his normal eleven-year-old appearance and was chatting with Micah after the nurse had left.
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