Few guards went down dragging the corpses and cleaning the bloody floor, the one in charge of the puke started pouring it in a bucket over the broken weaponry parts, one scoup after the other, he found a ball of white floating one of them, strings kept it intact, he stared at it for a moment
A shill went down his spine as he stared behind him the moment he wished to squeeze it, his eyes met the armless commander's, glaring at him as if wishing death
"What is wrong with him—" the guard couldn't finish his words before a tiny rock his palm causing the ball to sink inside the waste and the leftovers
It was the needle warrior who did so, using his fingers to through it, he mocked him with a smile as the guard continued his work not minding it
"You got some weird warriors there, lord Brone" said the king to the great Reader of the Varish kingdom, not removing his eyesight from the cage pit
Entering the point of no return, the knight took a small shield from the guards, as they looked confused not accepting that, the king waved his hand in agreement for his choice.
The gates closed down, the air went still, they went closer step by step, but no overstepping, for the fight is yet to start, the bell rang suddenly, slashes from that needle like sword
The wooden shield managed to stop some that was heading to naked parts, the leather armour did the rest,
Each time the knight wished to fight back, the need danced carving a path through the leather he wore, he was lucky not suffering from any injuries
Guarding and fighting back, the knight got exhausted with each hit, and all of a sadden he fell on one knee
Looking down a strike managed to infiltrate his armour causing an injury, beneath him he noticed a shadow moving so he guarded upwards, the needle went through the shield who barley stooped it from going through his eye
He pushed it away forcing a stand up, no luck in doing so
The Vikings started toying with him, circling and striking random places, trying to disable the rest of his body parts
Slowly the second knee fell, his sword, and lastly his shield
He sat there awaiting death, but he was met by a kick, rolling to the side, moving like a worm pushing with his shoulders until a stab went through his calve tearing the muscles apart as he screamed
"How does it feel now," said the Slave boy "Is it fun? Why aren't you laughing", the crowd was silent as he took the needle out
He started cutting off the leather slowly as he walked towards the head, giving little stabs in the back along the way
He kicked him to the side making sure he watched it. the knight meeting the Viking's eyes, staring him coldly he said
"Have mercy"
"Mercy?" said the Viking "Sure, why not, I spare you the pain"
The crowd went confused, as the guards opened the gate, wanting to reach inside they watched as the slave raised his hand upwards, his blade pointed down, and with a quick stab to the face he ended it
He stood there staring the blood colouring the grounds, staring his reflection he was out of this world as the guard yelled at him to move back, the crossbows were pointed towards him
The armless Viking caged, understood what was happening and shouted
"No—", the needle was thrown towards the king, arrows pierced the slave from all sides, but it was too late, the hit slowly reached forward to his highness eyes
The sound of colliding steel was heard, a Sigel knight of the shield stopped the strike
The crowd broke out, everybody startled, worried, and scared, "What will happen now?" some said
"Is he going to execute them publicly?" said some others
"Enough" Shouted King Gerdon standing up "Bringe me the damned jar" the servants ran towards him with haste, he picked the paper" Dafer, shield and spear, self-assigned" he said patience running out
"Number 1" said King Gerdon, the guards rushed forward opening the gates, some cleaned while the rest looked hesitant before the cage, inside of it stood one of the big three, he one handedly picked up a Club of pure Iron
The guards ran away scared
The knight walked in, bones rattled in fear, his legs forcing him inside as the gates fell startling him, raising his shield and pointing his spear forward, the king ordered for the bell to ring, and it did
As the knight wanted to walk sideways his upper half disappeared, more blood drenching the scene, the huge monster stared at the eyes of the king with an indifferent and a cold gaze, mocking the scene he walked back
King Gerdon clinched his teeth as he started raising his hand for the jar
"Stop there, big man" Lord Rafam, heir to this kingdom "I have a suggestion, for your highness"
As he got King Gerdon's attention he talked "We seem to be both short of luck, and of time, continuing this shall bring pathetic fights with boring outcomes"
"Speak of it already and stop the fancy talk," said King Gerdon
He smiled standing up pointed at the king "You will choose the fighters, wither it is a Sigel knight or not, you have the upper words of who fights who"
The king liked the idea as he stood up, stay there, giant," I will be naming my own, a Sigel knight of the long spear division, let's see this to the very end"
The man was almost as big as those Vikings, he walked down stairs slowly as the giant stared at him picking his club, the body was dragged out, leaving only the smell of blood to dived them
Both sides were certain of the win, A Sigel knight against a Viking of the front lines, each of them kept watch on the other, weapons in hand the bell rang announcing it to begin