《I, the last black dragon, 6 year old. (TOME 1 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)》A hard fight
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Attali appeared before me with the shaman, Heakfor.
This one, no longer had any tusks for reasons.
I was allowed to eat near my family as well as near Brutus and Akaar the hunter.
Akaar: "You were impressive without using your powers. Respect!"
Me: "I have a lack of technique! It will be a loss. They are elites!"
Brutus: "I don't know how to make it up to you, but here you go"
He gave me my Luger and his silencer and my bullet belt.
B.: "I hope you find it useful!"
"Oh, thank you, you save me!" I replied.
B.: "They want a show! Give them what they want! Don't kill too fast!
Use the gun against a bow or crossbow or magic missile.
Use a long sword, you have the strength and a shield! Also get some jet daggers and a spear. Knee pads. The rest is useless, they'll destroy you with their strength. Be mobile! Fast and enjoy your lightness and strength!
Aim for the knees and tendons, forget the muscles, it's a natural armor.
Then, I had an hour left before the fight and I began to meditate: "TENEBRION, I CALL FOR YOUR KNOWLEDGE! BY THE BLOOD THAT UNITES US, TEACH ME THE FIGHTING TECHNIQUES"
A violent flow of information and automatic reflexes came into my memory and the shock was so violent that I had to take a nap.
The Orcs were understanding following my victory over 1 teenager and 1 adult warrior.
But here, I would have been hard!
One of the leaders introduced himself to me and said to me:
"You have earned your place here but you are given a chance to go with your mother or to stay here as an allied warrior. We can still cancel the duel but you will have to serve Attali for a year as compensation for the honor!"
I: "Thank you but I want my family! I'm not leaving without her! Whatever the cost!"
Chief:" You are brave! May you survive or die honourably!"
He made a gesture and trumpets sounded.
This time we went to a larger arena with stone structures, a real Colosseum.
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The Great Chief Orc was there with the Great Shaman who was to activate the portal.
It was a similar portal to the one to go to Azeroth but smaller, and less powerful, although... It should allow an entire army to teleport into Kanda'ar or Magestia at once or summon a demon lord like Bhaal or me and his army. That's what Mom is doing, flipping a rune and making a transfer instead of an invocation. Moreover, we see no difference. No traces of sabotage if done properly.
But what bothered me was that Heakfor had his defenses back, I was getting paranoid?
I could use human magic in moderation according to Argentrix.
I then cast a spell of illusion to mask my life points and my mana, to make it normal.
Then I put an enchanted stone on the blade to make it catch fire and another spell of reinforcement because it was going to be subjected to a severe test.
Then I did the same thing on the shield to make it resistant to magic and a reinforcement against blows.
An armor spell and I had a few magic missiles and a couple of fireballs in reserve
The rest is too powerful and would violate my word.
I talked about it to my friend who was looking after me from a distance. She sent me a kiss. I tell her to be ready to run for us or waltz through the portal when it is activated.
The drums began to roll and the orcs shouted: "DEATH"
The shaman would scan me and stand behind Attali for the buffer.
I detected that he was holding a magic shield and sending him strength.
I let myself be overwhelmed by the spirit of Ténébrion, who has centuries of experience in combat.
I took my spear, which forbade the orc to jump on me. But he grabbed it and sent it further away.
I then took my sword in my right hand and tilted my shield down at 45°, my sword in the diagonal.
This gave me a stable position.
Attali had a two-handed axe and was also in a stable position but ready to jump, knees bent.
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He gave a shoulder blow with his axe in support and pushed me back. I fell and he wanted me to fall on my back but I turned and got back on all fours and he had, in the meantime, raised his axe whose iron had passed over his shoulder, ready to cut down on my skull and open it in 2.
I had the reflex to rotate the shield to protect my head and a thumping sound of metal against metal was heard. Sparks appeared from the contact between the 2 weapons.
A bestial scream came out of his mouth at the moment of impact.
Then, having taken the initiative again, I turned on myself and raised the base of the shield which comes to hit him in the jaw by the base, finally the corner.
A growl of pain was heard.
The surrounding Orcs and Minotaurs also screamed and encouraged the 2 fighters.
Then I repivoted in an anti-clockwise direction and retaped into the belly with the corner of the shield and continued my rotation to strike it with my long sword.
Sparks also sprang up as a result of the encounter between the metal plates of his glove and my sword.
Then he ran and hit my shield with all his strength with the opposite side of the axe, like a hammer.
The shock was so severe that my shield was torn off and flew 10 meters more lawful and I was thrown into it and fell back on my dazed butt.
Attali "You are doing well, like a champion! Aside from the weight, it's a shame one of us has to die!"
Me: "But, I have no intention of dying. I want my family, that's all! Gold, glory, honor come first!"
Attali: "I like you. Then die!"
GRAAAAAH
We were out of breath but we were fighting with our eyes!
The wind was rising and the clouds were announcing a storm.
I looked at the sky for a moment and then I didn't see it anymore! (Damn shaman!)
I turned around the tree in the arena and it rushed behind my back
We parted with each other, protecting each other from my blows with the dish of his axe which also served as a shield and I, I seemed with my shield that I had managed to regain. The orc was fighting, fair play
The exchanges were very fast and in succession and he kicked my stomach between 2 passes. and I fell backwards, but made a curled roll and parried with my shield to dodge the axe that was coming down on me, lying on the ground.
We backed up and wielded our weapons as if to touch an invisible axis.
There were panting screams.
I'd clench my fist and we'd measure each other.
Then I activated the fire of my blade which became super sharp, inflamed.
He was surprised and backed away sharply.
He put his axe on his right shoulder and I pointed at him with my sword and we were going in circles.
We had blood on our foreheads.
I tapped violently on the plates of his forearm which started to heat up.
Then I stuck a right hand to him with my shield that sent him to the ground and he had to lean back with his right hand to get upright.
The weapons were exchanged and he turned on himself to give me a traitor blow in the back and I put my shield barely level with my shoulder blades otherwise I would have been fixed!
We backed away by provoking each other and then walked in parallel of the arena by staring at each other and wielding our weapons.
Then we threatened each other with our weapons and made a series of exchanges and exchanges of kling and klang and suddenly I hit the shield to stop the movement of the axe. Then I continued with my sword and he hit me back with the axe.
An exchange but this time the impacts were closer to the sword guard.
And, suddenly, he dropped my sword out of my hand......
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