Morning, Day 11
As the morning rose, the sky was tinted orange. Most people were milling about, minding their business, when out of the orange colored sky: flash! bam! alakazam! the old narrator came walking by. He had changed since the last time we’d seen him. For one, he was more gaunt than before, and his eyes burned with the intensity of a thousand moons, which was to say, they didn’t burn very bright because the moon only reflects the sun’s light and it’s not like a perfect mirror or anything. His hair had gone silky and long in the absence, and when he flipped his hair time slowed down so that everybody could take a good look at his flowing tresses like on the commercials for shampoo. It was widely agreed by the crowd that he could use a haircut. He simply walked in and resumed his job as if nothing at all had happened to him.
The Dragonslayer took the stage first, rather confidently. This was his turf - slaying big, dumb animals. He fed the crowd, making the little "come here" sign with his hand that meant "cheer louder". His monstrous two-handed sword drank in the applause from his back, shining in the light as if to say that it too appreciated the sentiments.
Next, the Ogre lumbered out onto the field, causing several small earthquakes to happen, crushing a few sentient ant civilizations and overall dealing a very severe blow to evolution, especially since all he was essentially was a big slab of meat with a penchant for smashing things. Not that different from the Dragonslayer, actually. The Ogre was completely naked except for a rather dashing feathered hat, which flopped foppishly at just the right angle. The hat, I should clarify, looked like a bunch of dead birds, which was very stylish because rich people have nothing better to do than to make themselves look silly. Why did he even bother, wondered some people, while a few ladies in the crowd fainted at the lesson in male anatomy.
Reality shifted, and the combatants found themselves in the Final Destination of battlefields. It was a simple sandy lot, with no landmarks for miles around. The sun beat averagely on the average arena. The Dragonslayer unsheathed his unwieldy sword, no small miracle, because it was even taller than he was. The Ogre’s thought process went roughly like this: SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH. He began lumbering over, moving across the field in the same way that a five-legged spider would: probably very clumsily.
Not to stand around on the defensive, the Dragonslayer took off, with quite an amazing speed given the weight of his sword and armor. His sabatons bit into the ground, clanking very slightly, as he cocked his arms back, ready to strike with his ubersword (like a greatsword, but better!). The Ogre’s fleshy arm swung, but far too slowly, and the Dragonslayer slid and sliced at it, scoring a solid hit with a beautiful sounding thunk. Unfortunately, the blade hardly made a scratch on the Ogre, and now it was embedded on his flesh, meaning that rather than sliding gracefully under the Ogre’s legs like the Dragonslayer had planned, his body jerked and he remained in a precarious position. The brute roared and grabbed the sword, flinging it away, and the Dragonslayer with it, with such force that Newton winced when he saw the equal and opposite force that the ground exerted on the Dragonslayer when the two met.
After sliding and rolling for quite a ways, the Dragonslayer picked himself up. The concussions had given him a rather annoying headache and his right foot smart. He promptly split in twain. It was obvious to everybody that one of the images was an illusion, but to the Ogre, he had just discovered that his enemy had reproductive powers. Utterly confounded, he stood there dumbly as the two ran, a bit slower than before, but still pretty fast, in mirror images of each other. At first next to each other, as they reached the Ogre, they split ways and went on opposite sides. They then charged forward. Not wishing to be caught in the middle, the Ogre ran towards one, sidestepped the pierce, and clobbered him in the face. Of course, he chose the completely wrong image, and the real Dragonslayer came down behind him and slashed, this time expecting heavy resistance. His sword left a massive wound in the Ogre’s back, which immediately began repairing itself but fizzled out, the wound already turning black.
At this, the Ogre both a) turned around and b) let loose a flock of birds from his hat. They swarmed the Dragonslayer, pecking at him incessantly. He whirled his blade furiously but was largely ineffective. Staggering back, he tripped over himself and fell, dropping his sword in favor of a flurry of arms that was slightly more effective. Suddenly, the birds mysteriously cleared away, in place of something equally terrible: the sight of the Ogre. Content to land the final blow, he prepared to stomp the human like a bug. Scrambling, the Dragonslayer grabbed his weapon and thrust up, wielding the sword with one hand. It pierced his enemy. The Dragonslayer tried retrieving his sword, but he was dealt a cuff and toppled down, sand filling his visor. The Ogre extracted the blade, which was a really bad choice. Blood spurted out with nothing to stop it out, and the beast died a slow death via blood loss. As he fell, the V mark that everyone had expected to see leisurely spun up, to the wild cheering of the audience and contestants alike.
Spoiler :
As the draft horses had dragged the body of the Ogre away, and the medical officials had brought the Dragonslayer in for observation, mister stuck-up sauntered across the arena grass as if it was due to him alone that a Mark had been vanquished. He pulled out his parchment and cleared his throat.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in the next fight we will see the Ghost try to best the Shaman, with the benefit of choosing the arena."
Evening fight: Shaman vs Ghost, Ghost gets arena choice.
It is now day.
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