Chelos persepctive

Millas (teachers) persepctive

Without any chance to reply I am pulled along by my teacher through a door at the end of this gambling hall. We are following the other guests and even the musicans who go ahead reaching a big distinguished staircase leading downstairs until we reach an even bigger hall than the entrance. More like a colossal underground arena. A huge Battlefield in the middle with stands surrounding it. The stands are quite empty even though the whole people of this building got here. In front of us is the lady waiting for my teacher behind her the bodyguards are holding on to Dumbelo who is still unconscious.

»Welcome to my underground arena! I am sorry for not realizing that I haven't introduced myself so far. I am Safania Taraja Vindat, the owner of this establishment. Miss Parchel, was it? If you may come here.«

She knows Teachers name probably from that seemingly valueable document of my teacher. What kinda thing is that? My teacher still pulls me along until we stand right before Safania.

»This must be one of your students. Hello my little gentlemen.«

Safania bows down to me and smiles gently. This time not a even the faintest sign of malice, mischief or madness reside in that new smile of hers.

»I am Chelo Melosake Widjomson. Nice to meet you Madame.«

»What a good raised little fella. So I shall explain the rules.«

Teacher lets go of my hand. and looks attentive at Safania

»The fact that you are a teacher and that hit you knocked this asshole down with, brought me to an idea. You will fight with these two behind me. One at a time. You loose the first match and your little paper is mine. If you win the first match the depts will be halved. Now you choose to stop or continue either is fine. If you choose to continue, fight the second one and win, the whole dept will be erased and you can all go. Shall you loose the second match the dept will be at 2000 again and that letter is mine. As long as he has further depts you will be his guarantor to pay up. Is this fine with you?«

»So I have to be his guarantor? Don't you think that is a bit too onesided?«

Either teacher doesn't care or she didn't notice that the "guarantor-thingie" was a bait to make it easier for Lady Safania to get on that document. That Lady didn't care about teacher being the guarantor. But should I really say it? Teacher seems really confident in herself about this.

»Well if you want to we can leave out you being the guarantor. But that will allow me to do with him whatever I want. You sure about that?«

»I will take this match but won't be the guarantor. No matter what I dragged myself to deep into his problem. Any more and I would pamper him. Should I loose that guy gotta learn that lesson.«

»Excellent! As a favour you shall have the choice with whom to start. And don't worry, I will takke care of that little guy and I promise whatever happens he will be kept safe.«

Teacher thinks a bit too long to choose between those guys and Lady Safania gets impatient. So I pull on teachers clothes and wave my hand to make her bow down to me so I can whisper something in her ear. She is a bit surprised but does bow down to lends her ear to me. So i begin to whisper:

»I am not sure myself, but judging from Brovurions body he is more of a heavy hitter. Therefore he has to have a firm defense, too. But he has problems with his right shoulder which seems to be his dominant one. Asab has two light weapons so he probably is more a speed based guy. But judging from his height his attacks probably act more like a whip. He has to be flexible, too. If you intend to just beat one, take Brovurion, If you think you can beat both take Asab first!«

I move away slowly from her ear and she slowly moves away from me. Then her head turns to me. She looks with big eyes at me. A surprised expression but not shocked, more like a "that's amazing" and admiring my observation skills. I always was like this and that's the reason my life before ended the way it did. I was bullied as a child but thanks to my alertness and observations I was always able to get back at them quite fast. I am not proud of what I did to them so I won't tell any further details. That was just one of many uses to use my knowledge.

I had bowed down to hear what Chelo wanted to say but the things he said were quite amazing. I knew he is really smart, but that information about Brovurion was a bit scary. So I used this information and chose Asab as first opponent.

»I'll take Asab first«

»So be it.«

Ms. Safania Taraja Vindat answered. Asab let go of Maredelo and Brovurion alone held him confined. Asab bows down towards Ms. Safania and immediately went into the arena. Loud cheers were heard, even though the viewers were just a drop compaered to the sea of audience this arena is able to hold. I stepped forward with Chelo and Ms.Safania held out a hand to Chelo with a kind smile. When she made the deal her expressions were kinda ... dirty. But when looking at Chelo all her feelings seem really honest and I decided to trust her. She would be in serious trouble if anything happened to him and she knows it. So I prepared to fight and went after Asab.

Teacher glares at Lady Safania with serious eyes. Then she unexpectadely loosened the lower half of the skirt belonging to her dress. It was definately made so it can be taken off fasty. Her "new" skirt ended a bit above her knees. revealing something like a shortswords sheath which was hidden beneath the dress. She then proceeds to take of the upper half of her dress and reveals a showy shoulderless black top which fitted very tightly around her chest. I am not an expert, but those kinda clothes didn't seem to fit each other. Like wearing pitch black armour at the top and simple green trousers beneath. But who am I to judge? Teacher then goes into the arena where Asab is already waiting for her.

»Shall be proceed to our seats?«

Teacher seemed to trust her this far and I also believe in her honesty regarding me so I take Lady Safanias hand and she guides me to a seemingly VIP seat. Brovurion follows us. When watching down from the upper position I see that teacher has drawn her weapon which looks like a one handed black longsword and also is equipped with a weird black iron glove covering the other arm to the elbow. Another not fitting piece of armour. How should I say it? She added a black birthday hat to the black armour and green trousers! But who am I to judge? More importantly how did that sword fit under her dress without me noticing?

Her height would be roughly 1,70 m*, therefore her hips are around 90 cm. The swords length is roughly 1,1m. So even tilted it should have left a bum on her skirt. I also remember her having something like the sheath for a shortsword, so maybe some magic is involved? My eyes widen the moment I realized that something like portals and bending the room might be possible with magic. I want to learn how it works even more and faster now! But my mind drifted too far.

Back to the arena:

Asab is a head taller than Brovurion. The tallest guy I have ever seen so far. He already has thrown his white mantle in the corner of the arena. His equipment that was covert by the mantle is a light leather armour and two long curved swords. He has white hair but fairly dark brown skin with blackish eyes. His shoulders are wide but his waist is quite slim. He has keen muscles, but his tall and long build makes them look really slender. His arms and legs are like thick branches of a tree. He stands upright like a statue just waiting for the match to start.

»Would you mind telling me what you have told her?«

»Maybe after the match is over.«

I answer instinctively with a childish grin.

»Okay, if you don't want to, I don't mind.«

While Lady Safania stands up she announces in a loud voice resoudning through the hall:

»Thank you all for waiting. This will hopefully be an interesting Match between Bar Asab and Miss Milla Parchel. Let's all enjoy this. Place your bets! In a short while the fight will start. May the contestants prepare themself physically and mentally.«

After a short time waiting Ms. Safania announces the start of the match. Asab takes his stance immediately. His arms form a square with his left arm over his head and the right one along his belly up to the other shoulder. The sword in his left hand looks like protecting his right side. The sword in his right hand is pointed at me. His whole body is in a crouched positioning to dash. But he is waiting for me to do something.

I hold my glove in front of me, bend my knees slightly and hold my rapier over my head pointing at him. It's a defensive stance for quick counter attacks. We both muster each other and analyse eaches stances to try to predict each others first and following moves.

Looking at his body he seems to be a descendant of one of the normads tribes from the north. But his stance is not from the normads tribes but one of the western or local schools. Unfortunately that stance belongs to 24 of the western and 3 of the local schools I know.

The waiting and mustering feels like an eternity but in the second I blink he suddenly dashes at me. And the sword art schools are narrowed down to 3. still one local and 2 western arts I know. To use the most basic bodily functions of the opponent to strike is on of the most dangerous techniques you could use. To time your dash perfectly to the split second of a persons blinking is a hard to master technique. His wasn't perfect enough and I was able to deflect his right hands stab to the left. His left arm swings immediately at me. So fast I was not able to counter but had to evade it by a hair's breadth. Followed by another slashing attack with his right hand using his momentum from the left hands swing .His swing was faster than expected and just like ... a whip. I parry with my glove and use his power to gain a distance between us.

At this moment my mind drifts to Chelos words and I was amazed what he has forseen. I could have only guessed half of it after Asab removed his mantle, but Chelo amazingly saw through it with one glance. But I have to concentrate on this match so I fixate on Asab again.

His neutral and composed expression more like a statue of a soldier has become a shocked face and moves into the expression of a happy child who has just found something to play with.

This wasn't his full power yet neither was it mine, but we both knew, this match will be exciting for both of us.

Asabs Attack was faster than any human dash I have seen on earth before and my heart skipped a beat. He closed a distance of approximately twelve steps in the blink of an eye. It seemed that teacher was able to parry it and evade the following two attacks with ease. Is this how this worlds humans fight? At the same time it's amazing and scary.

The tiny crowd gives a big cheer. And Lady Safania whispers happily:

»Not bad. I knew she was more than a Level 4. But to be that good was out of expectations.«

And after a short exchange of stares Asab suddenly began to glow slightly yellowish. Excited I wait what happens next.

He activated a magic not only surrounding his body but also filling his body and circulating withing him.

I smile wryly.

And with this the match had begone!