The Ginger sprinted towards me, and I tried to move, but my body was refusing, as I couldn't just make the pain go away. He jumped up high in the air and was going to do a cannonball with his knees and the damn ugly tail swinging around in the air behind him.
"MOVE FOR FUCK SAKE!"
Right before impact, I rolled to the side. It was like a 90-year-old man, as it went really slow, and I barely dodged the cannonball, and there was only one way to keep this fair, close-up fight.
"I HAVE INJURIES. HOW IS THIS FAIR?"
The Ginger laughed, and I heard Victoria's scream:
"DO NOT WORRY! DOCTOR GÜNTHER IS BY THE WATER STALL IF YOU GET INJURED!"
I bent my head slightly and saw the doctor waving at me, like that would make the situation better. The Ginger doesn't even hold back. What human has a tail and smiles all the time with red eyes?
We both sprinted towards each other, and both of us made a high kick as both blocked each other, and the prick ginger went down on one hand and counted with an air kick standing on his hand with sand blocking my view a little bit as I managed to get one of my arms up in the last moment. With a blocked view for a moment, I moved all over the place, lost in balance, when a kick to my head made me stumble backwards as I tried to get the sand out of my eyes. I got the shit out of my eyes and tried to straighten myself up, and I saw the Ginger laughing, making a stance, and making a hard chest kick. I flew backwards, hit a wall, fell onto a table, and made the whole stall fall, with the leg holding up the sheet falling and hitting my head. They are really trying to kill me.
"STOP! HE NEEDS TREATMENT!" I heard Veronica's voice in the air.
No shit, hombres, I wasn't even fit to fight at all, idiots.
The doctor came under the sheet and grabbed my arm to help me up from the ground.
"Your stitches opened up, Berk! You need to end this before you get worse; otherwise, you can get so injured it will affect your whole life." Günther expressed with a worried voice.
I mean, what is the point? I am a prisoner destined to die anyway, so why entertain everyone around?
"I can hear your thoughts. I am sorry that we can not help you. Help yourself by surviving this fight. We are here for you?" I heard a female voice speak to me.
I turned around, and there was no one else, only the doctor.
"Remember our fight! You were always looking down at my feet to know the next move, use it to your advantage." She told me, and I think it was the maid speaking.
Now I get it: she thinks I will not survive the fight and that having an upper hand will make it better for me. I am injured, and the Ginger guy is not, so I suppose it is a good idea.
"Can I borrow your scissors, Günther?"
"Hm...sure! But you are not allowed to fight with any weapons."
"I suppose, but that is not my intention," I answered.
He finished bandaging my back, and I started cutting the sheet into a rectangle and wrapping it around my waist, letting it reach all the way to my feet, and I tied a knot and looked down. While my feet were a little visible, it was not possible to see if I moved one of my feet slightly back, which could catch the Ginger off guard. Combining this with Van Polan's sloppy fighting style, it will catch any opponent off guard.
"I AM READY!" I yelled to Victoria.
"CONTINUE!" She yelled, and both of us moved towards each other.
Ginger tried a round kick, but I blocked it with my arm. I feigned a straight left kick, making the sheet fly towards Ginger, making him put both arms towards his chest. I lifted my right leg in the air, making a downkick, hitting his shoulder as he fell onto the sand and rolled quickly away. The smile was gone, and I threw my hands around like a lady and moved around like a lady to try and piss him off more, as if he was losing to a female fighting style. His smile was gone as he was touching his shoulder.
"Aw...did I hurt your little shoulder black tail!"
He stared at me with his red eyes, no longer smiling. He reached down to his right shoe and pulled something out. He changed his stance and covered half his face as a small black blade was sticking out from one of his hands. His ears changed shape, definitely not from the human world. Is that cat ears?
He sprinted toward me and swung the knife left and right as I backed away quickly and waited for him to try to make a straight move. When he aimed at my stomach, I moved to the side and leaned my body and fell on him, making both of us hit the ground. With a quick move, I snapped his arm, making him scream in the air as I rolled away, seeing the sand leaving a trail of blood after, as my back must be in a horrible shape.
"STOP!" I heard Veronica scream as she moved towards us.
I didn't move an inch as soldiers surrounded me, aiming some sticks towards my head. Are they magic sticks?
"Eh...The weapons are made from a Mage...or?" I asked
"BE QUIET, FILTH!" A soldier yelled into the air, but this was usual. I haven't met anyone who didn't hate me except for Veronica and my brother since the incident.
The following days continued with daily brawls between The Ginger guy, but my snapping of his arm had also injured him. While I slowly recovered, receiving extra medical care for my back, a Mage doctor from Valiant came to help Günther out, which was surprising. I have never received this type of care before, and it felt like they hurried to make me recover from my injuries. The Ginger guy also received medical care from the Mage, staring at me daily like he really wanted to kill me. Something is not right here; this is not the original schedule or treatment I usually get. The door opened, and it was ladies who entered the prison, as the sound of high heels echoed through the hallway. The Witches gathered around the cell, looking at me.
"Victoria was right! He is in no condition to enter the building looking like that. Take him to the shower, scrub him down, cut his hair, and shave his beard. Take the rodent with him!"
They opened the cell door, entered without saying anything, and guided me out, as I noticed the Ginger guy right behind me, and other Witches guided him out also.
I was put in the shower naked with two green-haired Witches scrubbing down my body in soap.
"Do not scrub too hard on his back; he has just recovered, and we do not want any incident." The one in front of me, scrubbing my chest, said as her tits wiggled left and right for every movement she made.
Fuck me! Did I go from Hell to Heaven?
"He has so many scars, I have never seen anything like this before." The one behind me commented.
She leaned her body towards my back as both of them were scrapping the front when Pinky, who had... grown in size over the past two years, came in with scissors in her hand.
Of course, I also got a haircut, with Pinky there being very particular. They all left the bath area after they managed to shave my beard so that I could finish my shower alone.
I came out to the dressing room with five Witches waiting there, all dressed in work clothes. They looked behind me as I turned around and saw a black suit with a white shirt, the usual dress code for freelance workers for the coven.
"Eh! What is the meaning of this?"
"You are going away on an assignment, Berk Van Polan!" Pinky told me.
I turned around as I thought I must have heard wrong.
"Is this some Candid Camera by Veronica? Where is the camera?" I laughed.
"It is not a joke! The Queen has personally requested you for this assignment." Pinky responded.
"That I highly doubt, she hates me and makes sure I get my every two weeks of torture."
"Yes, but this is all we have information about the situation. We do not know why!"
"Is my brother not available to take on this assignment, as he is also a freelance investigator?"
"Your brother has entered Perfidia and is not available!"
"Oh, Okay!... Wait...What the fuck! You let him enter Perfidia? What the fuck is wrong with you, Paladin and Valiant citizens? He is just a fucking human! It means instant death for him."
There was no reaction from the Witches.
"Tell me why! How could the idiot enter Perfidia? I have read about it in the books, and it is guaranteed to lead to death there. Why would he even have the slightest thought about going there?"
"We do not have any information. There is a rescue mission, and he said he would start in Perfidia, which everyone advised against. He found a way to travel there, but it caused big problems here in Paladin Woods as eleven prisoners escaped through the gate he opened up."
"Yeah, so it means you want me to hunt down the prisoners?"
"We don't know!"
I took a deep breath and started to get dressed; there was no point in asking the Witches questions. Veronica probably has the answers I'm looking for.
The elevator stopped on the 12th floor, and I got off with the Witches, as I saw two unconscious Witches on the floor. The blue fire barrier was up in her office. How did someone enter it? I hurried through the door, and a foul smell caught me off guard as I started to puke on the ground, as two Witches followed suit, and I caught Veronica holding her hand up. I noticed on the sofa a Witch who ripped off her clothes, and from what I think it was sperm dropping down from...Well, I don't want to even think about it.
"Do not come closer!" Veronica uttered with a calm voice.
A guy in a calm stance behind her held the knife to her throat, and his eyes did not look afraid at all to kill the Witch, who was the boss of all Witches. Is this guy a badass? A turtle was sitting on the table and kept making a 'gah' sound, making the whole situation weird. A sperm squirting Witch, a turtle making odd sounds, and a guy holding a knife to Veronica's throat, and she doesn't do anything about it.
"Eh! Hey! Buddy, I do not know where you came from, but let's talk. I will even introduce myself. My name is Berk Van Polan, a Freelance investigator.
He stared at me without making any movement, and no sign of releasing the knife from Veronica's throat. It was silent for a moment until he responded:
"I am Zan Van Pan, a bounty hunter, and the one at the table is Gah. He came for revenge."