The big man wasted no time thinking, his left stepped forward whilst raising his right, striking downwards it made a shock with it being its own bell
The Sigel knight managed to avoid it with ease, stepping towards the Slave's right that had its weapon on the ground, stabbing forward wishing to finish the fight fast, the Viking picked up his Club shielding with its handle
The knight spun it around pushing forward, the spear head went sliding towards the Viking leaving its mark on him
The knight using both his hands to hold the spear up to his chest level, it had a narrow head, made specifically for parrying, achieving both agility and speed
The spear's head looked as if sprouting from the long handle, leaving no escaping edges, if not for the colour difference you would think of it as a single object caved into such a shape
The Viking stepped forward carefully, just to wave his iron sideways, it just went by, most people did not notice it, some thought that strike would be the last, but no scratch on the Sigel knight
The sound of iron making contact echoed, followed with a little spark of yellow
The Viking looked as if he knew what had happened so he waved again, this time some people paid enough attention and understood it, the knight was directing the hits away, utilising his weapon to make them flow,
When the Club reached the spear's iron it made red sparkled, leaving it with a faint reddish colour, caused by the heat, many hits went by, the pointy head grew hotter and hotter, red as blood it was
The Viking seeing himself becoming the knight's blacksmith tried hitting downwards all of a sudden, but it was all empty effort, the knight moved to the slave's side, hitting him beside the knees, it was a swift strike, but it cut deep inside
The knight moved back, as if awaiting his opponent to stand up, but he was still in reach so the slave struck sideways as the Club was going up, trying to catch him off guard, The Sigel knight went underneath it striking once more
The left shoulder of the slave covered in blood, he held himself using his club as a crutch, his left dangled from the bloody shoulder dripping in sweat
Now it was time for vengeance, just like how the needle Viking played with one of theirs, the Sigel knight started making his mark on this opponent of his,
The pool of red grew bigger as the sound of flesh tearing apart was repeating over and over, until it stopped, he fell face first as his eyes closed slowly
The armless slave stared down the body
He left his opponent as he went out, taking some water to clean the blood off him, in wish none of it was his own, the crowd started the applause, A wonderful fight indeed
"This, is the difference between a Sigel knight, and a normal one" said the king Gerdon to lord Brone while both of them clapped
The king noticed the armless slave that was in the dangerous cage type, he was glaring at him from the moment the big one died, his hand's remains rapidly tapped the iron before him
"Why is that armless as dangerous as the other 3? I saw him being brought out alongside them but he doesn't seem to hold anything surprising" asked King Gerdon
"He is the most stubborn, although he lost one hand in battle, he continued to fight the guards of his slavery camp, they ended up cutting the other, I heard he was of commander status" replied Lord Brone
"Commander, you say, then let's test him" said king Gerdon waving to his son's leaving warrior, the spear man, while the guard opened the cage
The knight wished not to take a shield with him, although the armless did wrap two over what was left of his hands, tightening the belts around them
He inspected his surroundings from all the way up beside the crossbows, to the cell's bellow, the big body beneath was dragged out
One with a long spear, and the other duelling shields
"That is a smart choice that I understand, disabling the spears heat functions utilising wood," said King Gerdon
"If he is smart, he'll try and lower the distance between the both of them" replied Lord Brone
The floor was wiped, and the ground once more became clean
The moment the bell rang, the armless used his hand as a whip with a narrow end, making the shield slide through it and towards the Sigel Knight, he tried using the iron centring it to heat up the tip, but it went through hitting a cage
Coming back in front of the Knight, he saw the Viking dushing towards him, the spear user looked, he did not expect this speed of his
In an attempt to slash sideways he was parried by the second shield upwards, leaving the stomach empty, he directed with his torn out arm a hit towards the chest plate
The knight's armour bore a deep dent from the cheer force of the hit, the hit reached the stomach as salvia fled his mouth, before he regained composer
A shield hit his face, his upper body went back as his helmet fell as blood dripped down his nose, a hopeless attempt on creating distance from the Knight's side, but the slave was on his tale, the armed soldier could only defend himself
"I am, being directed?" though the knight, as they reached the shield that was thrown earlier, the Viking threw the shield he had in hand as a distraction
The spear man tried sharpening his tool using the ground bellow, the shield another cage before flying back to the centre
The knight ran towards the Viking who tightened the other shield around his hand, along the way he used the ground bellow as a sharpening tool
Sadly, his idea came to late, the slave had the superior skills and speed, parrying his strike and kicking him in the leg forcing a bend of the knee, another punch in the face with the shield, the spear fell down as his holder went unconscious
One after another they came raining him with his own blood, the sound of bones cracking after each one was horrifying, A Sigel knight losing to a slave? and a disabled one at that
The Viking did not stop until the body before him stopped reacting, an unrecognized dead body
The king stood up clapping whilst the crowd was still in shock, they soon joined him like cheep
"Very good! good work Brave Warrior, give me your name great warrior, I have an offer you can't possibly refuse," said King Gerdon
The lords beside looked at him with surprise, although they knew he'd react like this, doing it this fast was weird
A guard approached his highness in his hand holding a little leather ball of white, strings keeping it intact
"My lords!?" said the guard
The slaves were shocked and terrified, as the lords and ladies were confused
"Don't you see me talking, what is that you are holding anyways" said king Gerdon
"We found this inside the puke of a dead slave" replied the guard
The armless slave had both hands on his stomach, he forcing it out
Before the guards could approach him, a big cell broke apart, from it stepped forward one of the two alive Big Vikings, he snapped the lock open
The king confused watched, the guard squeezed what he held in hand, and just then smoke broke out of it, covering all of the pit and most of the nobles, people started coughing
From the white smoke 3 other balls flew
Big chunks of smoke sprouted from each of them, the safest place in this part of the lands became the most dangerous, the king was escorted out of there, his son followed, the great did the same
As time passed lords and ladies found their way through
It took some time for the cloud in the pit disappeared revealing the empty cages, some guards were dead messing some parts of the armour as well as their weapons
Everybody was looking down at the pit, until a maid screamed, Torden looked at her direction, seeing his father's eyes he knew something was wrong, he stared where everybody did
Lady Elara, Torden's mother, and the lady of House Waster, had a rusty knife in her skull