Chapter 43

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Brawl at Closterfok

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After a few days of travel we eventually reached a big town to where i decided to make a quick stop. This town/city has a few thousands inhabitant and is quite impressively built. It look a little like an Italian town from my old world. Clay tile roofs, brick walls, and building reaching a maximum of 4 floors in height.

Spoiler :

http://s23.postimg.org/72dkqsmtl/Closterfok_medium_city.jpg

This big town is named 'Closterfok'. I had the dragons convoy stop a few miles away from there to avoid creating panics through town. Even if it was in the middle of the night, 200+ dragons are not what you would call discrete.

I had them make our camps site there while i made my way to town on my own. Obviously it look like i am alone but Shade is always nearby in the shadows. If i couldn't feel his presence i wouldn't be able to tell he is even here.

After a while i finally could see the town. Well is seem in this town during night time... People sleep... Yep.. all of them. Excepted a few guard patrolling there's nothing happening there... I decided to see if i could find a pub (Those usually run 24/24).

So with my hairs hiding my ears and a hoodie over my head i slowly made my way through town. The streets are paved with medium sized stones, nothing remarkable but still well kept. There's street lights but they aren't lit so the town is very dark. I won't use my night vision since red glowing eyes tend to make people panic a little.

“Halt! Who are you stranger!” (City Guard) I got stopped by a guard patrolling nearby.

“A traveler looking for a drink.” (Michael)

“Hoo! I see. We don't see many travelers around here. The only establishment opened at this hour is the pub 'CheezyToes' straight down this road to your left. Don't mind the name it's a really good establishment mwahahaha*” (City Guard)

“I see...Thank you.” (Michael) I said slowly walking in the pointed direction.

After a while i reached the only building with light coming out of it. It's a wooden, 3 floors building with a western style door at the entry. I push my way through the door and enter. At the back there's a wooden bar covering the entire back wall.

All around, some tables and chairs, very rustic. There's a smell of piss and booze emanating from the wooden floor that slightly creek as i walk on it. The pub is completely empty excepted for one person sitting in a corner hidden by the shadows.

I walk up to the bar, sit on one of the bench and awkwardly wait for the tenant. After a few minutes a man peek out through the employee room at the back and spot me.

“Ho!! Sorry sir i did not hear you come. What can i serve you?” (Bartender)

“What's your best seller?” (Michael)

“Bhaa that would obviously be our ale dear sir.” (Bartender)

“Give me one of that...” (Michael)

“Yes sir.” (Bartender)

During my small conversation i can't help but have my attention directed somewhere else. That man in the corner back there... I can't feel a lot of mana from him certainly... But his fighting spirit is no joke and almost give me goosebumps.

'What kind of man give off such pressure?' (Michael)

“There you go! Good sir.” (Bartender)

“Thank!” (Michael) I say while taking a few sips.

I get up and slowly make my way toward the mysterious man. I sit to a table near him and take a look now that i can see him more clearly. The man is actually an old man... But his muscles are bigger than any i've seen so far.

He has a dense blond/grey beard, long hairs the same color and brown eyes. The old man is wearing light leather armor showing his muscles. His biceps are as big as his head and all over his body are... weapons... Blades, hammer, axes...

The old man must be wearing his own weight in iron weaponry, that just how many weapons he has. Noticing my interested stare the old man spoke:

“Got nothing better to do that staring at me stranger?” (Old Man)

“Sorry if i disturbed you, but your look is most intriguing...” (Michael)

“Bahahahaha!* Obviously a young lad like you never saw a weapons master before i assume...” (Old Man)

“Weapons... Master?” (Michael)

“Yes young one... One who mastered all the weapons of this world.” (Old Man)

“Hoo so you're some kind of bad-ass?” (Michael) He looked a bit surprise by my remark but continued.

“Young one nowadays... I assume you never even held a weapon before Bahahahaha!*” (Old Man)

[...]

“Well i was getting bored anyway... Wanna go at it?” (Michael)

Now extremely surprised and a bit irritated the old man said:

“Arrogant little kid... I don't fight against weaklings... Nobody get really strong anymore nowadays.” (Old Man)

With my drink now empty i grab the metal mug and slowly walk to his table. I take my mug, turn it over and quickly bring it down on the table. The old man watch with big eyes the mug now going through the table, having made a perfectly circular hole.

I lift the mug back up and the circular piece of wood cut from the table is now stuck inside of it. I place the mug in the palm of my hand, place my other hand on top of it, and effortlessly compress the mug like a pancake. (Like crushing a beer can)

The old man now visibly exited crush his own mug spewing beer all over the table and get's up. He look at me and say:

“Could there still be interesting fellow out there? Bahahahaha let's go out and play young one! But first may i know your name?” (Old Man)

“Humm... I may give you my name if you win... As for you, will you give me your name or do i need to win first?” (Michael)

“Bahahahaha!* I am Berthleron Ogram, the greatest weapon master!!! Bahahaha*!” (Berthleron)

'Well at least he's got confidence.' (Michael)

We got out on the street, and faced each other, a distance of 100 feet between us.

“I see you are unarmed, want me to lend you a blade young one?” (Berthleron)

“No need, i have my own blade.” (Michael) I said as i materialized a butter knife from my dimensional room.

The old man thinking i was mocking him got quite angry. (Well i kinda was) He grabbed his war-hammer in one hand, battle axe in the other, lifting them high above his head he then let out a loud battle-cry multiplying his fighting spirit 10 folds.

“WHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” (Berthleron)

Spoiler :

http://s29.postimg.org/4y1rhph5z/Weapon_Master_T1.png

Infusing my butter knife with mana, making it sharper, stronger, i then struck a pose and did my own battle-cry.

“yhaa!...” (Michael) Trying to put as little effort into it as possible.

The old man had veins popping all over his head out of rage. He suddenly started running toward me at an impressive speed swinging his hammer down from above. I took a step back to avoid it, the hammer then struck the solid stone road creating an explosion, a crater and sent pieces of stone everywhere.

Not even giving me time to make a move i had to jump a few feet back to avoid the battle-axe that was about to strike at my neck out of the dust cloud created by the hammer. As the dust settled down i moved my head to the left avoiding a trowing knife that almost got my cheek.

At that instant the old man was already next to me ready to strike again with his hammer that he wielded so effortlessly, it gave the impression to be a weightless plastic hammer. Sensing that i couldn't avoid it i condense mana in my left arm, my torso and left leg.

BAOUM!*

The old man was standing still, agape mouth and a incredulous look on his face. I had just stopped his war-hammer swung at full speed and strength with only my index finger. My left foot having absorbed most of the force from the blast was now sunk a few inch into the stone road.

If that wasn't enough, with my right hand i was holding my butter knife to his throat. The old man took a step back, dropped his weapons, then spoke.

“Who the fuck are you young lad? Could you be that hero Adonias from the empire i heard about?” (Berthleron)

“Adonias??? Never heard of him before...” (Michael)

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“So there are still young ones choosing the path of power Bahahahahah!*” (Berthleron) The old man seemed excessively happy.

“If you think you are powerful... You really should come to New Heaven... There you may realize you still have ways to go...” (Michael) I said as i left to join my men at the camp site.

“New Heaven? Is there truly warriors worth fighting there?” (Berthleron)

Hearing that as i was walking my back turned to him i simply snapped my fingers. At my signal, Shade came out of nowhere landing between me and the old man. Shade's piercing blue eyes were burning an image in his head the old man would never forget.

The eyes of a beast that could kill him effortlessly if he wished to. Then as quickly as he appeared, Shade and me disappeared in the woods.

“[...] New Heaven eh?... BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!* My life may still be worth living after all! Bahahahahaha!*” (Berthleron)

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Here's the map of the world. Well at least what is known so far, notice the fog of war... The full map is a lottt bigger.

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http://s22.postimg.org/91oatf1xb/MAP5.png

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