Bab 22: 22. Everhart vs Mercer: The Final Moments of The Shadow Arena
Doren kicked through the north gate and looked around. There were three hallways. He examined all three quickly before making the decision to run forward. Going down the dark hall, the lights along the walls lit up. Doren held his arms up to block some of the array.
As his eyes adjusted, he pressed on, going up a flight of stairs, until he ran into a door. Without any hesitation, he busted through the door and looked around the dark room. Slowing his steps, Doren felt around the room.
As he felt around, a hand grabbed his wrist and wrapped his arm behind his back. Being pushed to the ground, Doren's face was against the wood flooring. While he struggled to get up, he felt the warm breath against his neck.
"What are you doing out of your cell?" it asked aggressively and with a deep voice. The origin of the voice grabbed Doren by the hair and slammed his face into the ground before he had a chance to respond.
With blood splattered along his face from his nose, Doren spit extra blood onto the ground. "You know exactly what I'm doing out of my cell." he laughed. Doren put his free arm on the ground and tried pushing himself up, only to feel his hand reach further up his back.
Through the darkness, a circle opened. Through the circle, it began showing all the slain guards. It scrolled over Platzen and Der Wahn, over Rion, and finally to a beast with horns and the body of an unrecognizable creature.
"Beelz, what happened to Der Wahn and Platzen?" the deep voice asked calmly, now putting a finger in between Doren's forearm bone.
"It seems like they have lost their fight, master." the creature responded. "Rion took a giant woman out, but he has also lost."
The circle then disappeared. "Well obviously there is some other reason you escaped?" it asked. It's fingers let go of Doren's arm and grabbed his hair once more.
"I escaped to find my friends, I guess. And to ruin your gladiator matches." Doren laughed and met the ground once more with his face. Groaning with his face on the ground, Doren started moving his finger along the grain of the floor.
Doren's finger began to glow with a light at the end of it. As the darkness of the room faded, the grip on the back of Doren's head eased up. He felt the weight on his back disappear. Finally Doren picked himself up, the light still resonating on his finger.
"Shed Some Light." he said, the light bouncing off his finger and to the middle of the room. The light expanded to all four corners as the shadows lifted.
There, before him, stood a shorter man. A mask covered the bottom portion of his face, his long black hair was greasy and shined in the light. Piercing purple eyes stared Doren down.
"A Light user," the man snickered and fixed the collar of his shirt. "I haven't had one of you in the arena in ages. How serendipitous. You'll make a nice prize." he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders.
"Too bad you won't have me." he wiped the blood from his face, ignoring the pain of a broken nose.
"We are on equal terms, ya know," he waved a hand as the darkness over took the room again. His footsteps scuffled along the floor. He threw a fist into Doren's stomach and as Doren was hunched over, an uppercut met his jaw.
Doren stumbled back throwing a fist into the air, only to hit nothing. His light powers weren't anything because of his inexperienced compared to that of his opponent. Doren threw another ball of light as the room opened up again.
Able to see his opponent now, he grabbed ahold of him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him towards him. He head-butted the short man and knocked him on the ground. As he crawled backwards, the darkness set on the room again.
Knowing the approximate distance between him and his opponent, Doren reached forward and grabbed him once more, throwing him back to the ground. Doren stood on his back and rubbed his heel into his spine. Using the ball of light once more, a cold stare met upon the man's face.
"We aren't playing this hide and seek game." Doren said sternly. "Now get up and fight me."
"Don't talk to me like that." the short man said. "I am an Everhart. I help run this country."
Doren sent a fist into the man's face. Everhart, that was his mothers maiden name. He knew all about their corruption. Doren then kicked him in the side and he rolled into his back.
"You kill me, you would have doomed yourself before even leaving this room." he pleaded.
Doren waved his hands around as the air in the room started moving. He waved a hand and threw the Everhart into the wall. A gasp sounded from him as he fell to the ground. Now using both of his hands, he pushed more of the air into the man as the wall behind him began to crack. The air seized for a second and then rushed into him once more, now throwing him through the wall.
The Everhart spun in the air and landed in the arena below. Groaning, he tried picking himself up. Doren jumped from the room above and landed in front of him. His feet making small craters under him. The Everhart looked up at him.
"Am I doomed still?" Doren asked with a smirk.
"Your God damn right you are." he said, coughing from the dust he created. "All you slaves are. Every single one of you. Don't think I have all your names." He finally managed to pick himself up and when he looked back at Doren, he saw the palm of his hand.
A strong force came from his pal. and threw him across the arena and through trees. Before he landed on the ground, Doren appeared above him, flying at the same speed. Doren drew a fist back and punched the short man in the stomach, sending him back into the ground. The man stopped as Doren skidded across the ground with his shoes.
Before he could get up, Doren was back on top of him, picking up the collar of his shirt. "What's your name?" he asked sternly. The man could barely catched his breath. His eyes rolling to the back of his head. Doren shook him to keep him from passing out. "Answer me!" he yelled, raising a fist.
From behind him, hooves were heard galloping across the ground. Doren was then picked up by a pair of arms. Being turned around, he stared right into the face of Beelz. The creature the Everhart was talking to before they started fighting. Cold blue eyes pierced through Doren.
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