章 44: THE 1ST GOD (PART 2)

Before the officiator had started the fight, Einarch had been unsure who to pick between the girl and the skinny boy. The girl was, well, a girl. And he had a problem beating girls. His own wife had been a girl (before she was killed. He was sure she was now neutral) and he just didn't see the honor nor victory in beating on a girl.

And the boy just looked too weak to even take seriously. He felt if he attacked the boy, it wouldn't be a fight, it would be a straight-out execution for the boy and the gods knew he wasn't going to take any joy in that.

Thankfully, his partner, George the knight who seemingly had no qualms about beating a girl had taken the decision out of his hands.

"You deal with the skinny fuck and I'll play with the doll long enough for you to join us" George had said with a mad glint and a voice husky with lust just as the officiator gave the signal, and without waiting for Einarch to reply, shot off like an arrow released from a bow, headed straight for the cute samurai.

George's speed had been nothing short of impressive and the crowd ooh'ed as he dashed towards the girl. The only thing that was more impressive than George's speed was the girl's speed. She was lithe, fluid, and beautiful. And every one of her movements made George look like a waddling duck.

The two elite warriors met in the middle of the arena in a resounding clash between metals that sent sparks flying all around them. One warrior held a mace whiles the other held a katana.

George applied more pressure on his Mace when he saw that the girl was not being pushed back. The additional force managed to send her back a little but that was all it did. Frustrated by his inability to push a tiny girl back with all his strength, George decided to dish out some blunt pain before trying anything again.

He pulled his head back and shot it forward again towards the girl's face, aiming to blind her with intense pain that was surely going to undermine her defense. Great was his surprise when the tiny girl met his headbutt with one of her own.

BASH!!!

"OOOH!" the spectators flinched as they heard the crash.

George grunted in pain and stumbled backward as his vision blurred and blood trickled from his nose. He didn't understand what was going on. Just how could he get hurt from headbutting that tiny girl? How?

His questions took the back seat when a forward kick that lifted him off his feet and unto his ass landed on his midsection. He didn't even have the time to show surprise when he sensed death coming for him from above.

He rolled away to his left just as a downward diagonal slash that sounded like thunder to him met the space where his head had been just a second before.

George wasted no time and swept the girl's feet from under her with a 360 sweeping kick that ended with him on his feet and Aia on the ground.

"I was going to play with you, girl. But now, I'm mad. You're dead.!" George screamed and jumped at Aia who leaped onto her feet and parried the man's attack which was aimed at her head to the side.

Another attack, this time a punch, met her chest and she gritted her teeth as she swerved another slash that aimed to cut her in two.

A horizontal chop aimed at her legs and which was delivered by George Whiles spinning on his knees was avoided with a lunge at the man who dodged it by deliberately falling on his back so that the katana aimed at his neck passed right over his face.

Soon the two warriors were exchanging blows, slashes, and stabs. George was no pushover. He was showing warrior heart as he met the Samurai's superior swordsmanship step for step.

The two fighters clashed repeatedly and sparks flew from the contact between their weapons. The crowd was going wild and Joda and Einarch were all but forgotten as everyone watched the two elite warriors battle it out.

They danced in the middle of the arena. More like Aia danced around the arena as she parried, dodged, and swerved George's heavy and fast attacks. They were almost a blur as they exchanged attacks. George already had some cuts on his body but they did not seem to bother him much. He was just as fast as ever.

Aaargh!!

The man screamed as he upped his speed and power some more. He was now swinging his Mace like a maniac and Aia was being pushed more on the defensive as she had near misses that came dangerously close to ending her.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

the noise resounded everywhere as the heavy mace kept meeting the much frailer katana with each swing from George. The Sparks were now resembling specks of flame with each production and everyone watched as Aia's arm got flung back with each successful parry.

CRASH!!!

"OOOH," the crowd exclaimed as they witnessed Aia's sword break unevenly from the middle.

The girl herself looked shocked for a second.

Only a second.

It was all it took for a victorious George to grab her by the throat and pull her closer to him.

"Howdy, bitch?" George grinned at her in victory.

"I'm dangerous" Aia spoke for the first time and her husky, silvery voice posed a contrast to the dangerous smirk adorning her face. A shocked George made to push her away as he realized he may have counted his Chickens a little too early. But alas, he was too late.

A swift movement of the girl's shoulder sent her now dagger-like katana straight into George's side with little resistance up to the hilt.

The man screamed in pain and made to push the she-devil away but his opened palms were slapped away and an open-palm uppercut met his chin which shut him up at once. A sweeping kick followed suit and George landed on his back this time around.

The crowd watched as the girl picked up the man's mace gently from the ground and walk up slowly to him as he lay bleeding from his side and blood trickling down the corners of his mouth.

Joda and Einarch watched too as she pinned the knight beneath her boot, leaving his neck free for her finisher as she waited for the high blood to take place.

The highest official present, Khiduf who had bet on her victory wasted no time in giving the well-known thumbs-down.

Mothers closed the eyes of their children. And fathers opened them wide for their sons.

With a mighty slash that was accompanied by a yell and a spray of warm blood, George lay headless and lifeless on the sandy arena.

Aia picked up the dismembered head by its golden locks and held it up for everyone to see.

And as everyone watched the gruesome sight presented by the bloody female warrior, they all had one thought running through their heads.

A new god was born.

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Fortune_daine

Aye, Daine here. I think it's time you lot shared your thoughts on this book with me. I'm having plans of rewriting this book from scratch, I don't wanna do it without your honest opinion on this book. should I continue with the original story? or should I rewrite the whole thing? note that if I rewrite, the plot is likely to change as well.

Also, should I show show more arena fights or just the significant one's?

let me know in the comments. also, don't forget to vote with powerstones.

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