《Odyssey Of Zero: Journey Ablaze》Episode 13: Sentinel of Knights
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After that horrible day in the arena Lass was simply shocked. He couldn't do a thing but just stay on his hospital bed to recover, when suddenly he felt warmth and pleasure unlike non other. But as it was starting to fade away from him, he out of pure instinct got up and grabbed on to it and to his surprise it was a familiar face.
"Risa?! What in the hell?! Using your healing powers in the night is one thing but using them in pure daylight during an active hospital shift is another of dangerous!", Lass worryingly yelled at Ikarisa.
"Well I had to do something to not let you suffer like that! Besides no one comes into your room often...you're in much better condition than others. I did see that drakes attacks but...I didn't know it was that serious."
And just as she said that the rooms door opened wide and Anya came busting in.
"Hey big guy I came to see ya! I also brought these flowers just in case!"
"Just in case what?"
"Well I didn't know if I'd need a 'get well soon' gift or a 'so sorry for your loss gift'!", Anya said with a shrug.
"Why did I ever save you?", Lass whispered with a facepalm. "Anyway, enough about me. Where were you two yesterday? Please tell me you where anywhere else but the arena when this all went down."
"Unfortunately we where there, even when everyone evacuated. I saw what happened to Rafgo...even stayed until the drake attack.", Ikarisa said with a frown.
"Truly a bad sight...but I couldn't believe what happened to Rafgo. Even for someone like him he didn't deserve it.", Anya scratched her head.
"However, the event with Rafgo made me certain this time...that was clearly Sentinel activity. I have no doubt about it. However I remember each and every one of those sentinels but...that didn't feel like Kako at all. Maybe I was wrong about the sentinel that was here? But either way it is a sentinel and that's for certain.", Ikarisa said.
"Heh, I see...but at least we now know for certain that we came close to one of them. Now we need to find out who that one is and take them out.", Lass replied.
"Risa explained me the whole sentinel situation thingy and I think I got a decent chance to-", Anya's words where cut from the hospital room's TV.
The news started on the TV.
"My friends the days we're living are dire...yet another attack was performed at the Reingard arena yesterday where this time there was a casualty of the Kavo race's Rafgo, from a giant white drake. Furthermore the tournament has been completely canceled and we now await further notice for the annual KoK administration office as to what will follow. In addition many more where harmed where they're now being treated in the Reindgard Hospital. Now as we...", the reporter kept on going with the news.
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"Damn...guess all this was for nothing after all.", Lass said.
"I wouldn't say that. Before I was allowed in the hospital I was told to give you this from the administrator...so here ya go!", Anya said.
"Oh joy. Another message. Bet this one is gonna be the cost for my funerals coffin. This trip is pissing me off more and more by the day.", Lass angrily said.
Lass slowly opened the letter but as he did, he could see that the two little gossipers in front of him where leaning to read it as well.
"Ehem. Personal space. Both of you.", Lass said as cleaned his throat.
Then they backed off and he of course didn't read the message out loud to avoid questions.
"My friends, it looks as if horrible events have taken place in the arena and that the KoK tournament has been canceled. However I've heard of your valiant efforts to fend off both of those attacks and I'm glad to announce you that the administration as well as the King of Reingard has agreed on an unofficial 1v1 final match between the two of us. Of course the prices stay the same, 1 million in cash, and an additional invitation to a super luxurious party in the kings palace. However the only merit to all this is that in case of a misplay or a wrong move it's worth mentioning that the final match in the tournament is allowed to be one to the death. But I hope we don't have to resort to that. If you wish to have the final battle with me, meet me in the arena at 18:00PM sharp. The arena will be guarded at the entrance however this message will be your ticket in. May we have a fine and honorable battle.-Previous Champion of the Knight Of Knights tournament."
Without any thinking Lass glared at the clock as saw the time. Exactly 17:24PM.He then got up and started gearing at a fast pace
"What's all the hurry 'bout?", Anya curiously said.
"Very funny Anya. I'm laughing my ass off.", Lass said as he didn't fall for the 'Previous Champion' message.
"Lass, would you like some help gearing up cause you seem to be having some trouble ther-", Ikarisa's words where cut by Lass.
"No thanks I'm good. Gotta go but...please don't follow me.", Lass said in an awkward manner.
Lass left with an angry look on his face, knowing about the upcoming match and the opponent he had to face. But nonetheless he couldn't reveal the match to Ikarisa. Based on what happened the past couple of days during their last match and attacks, it was very safe for him to assume that something else would probably go wrong during the match. So he did what he did best and started running to an event he was late to. But he of course should've expected these two to do their own thing.
"Uh Anya? We're not gonna leave Lass with that short notice are we?"
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"Nope. Also that's a duplicate message I was completely lying him. I opened the original one before giving it to him since a letter with the official kings seal is both interesting and weird considering he is still a nobody besides the tournament. C'mon! We will follow him and sneak our way in the arena!", Anya said with her tail wagging.
"But I saw guards taking a stand in there when I was passing by in the morning."
"Not to worry! I know the arena inside out! We will surely find our way around. Now come on let's go!"
"But are you really sure Lass is going in the arena? What for..."
"I do have an idea for it. You'll see!", Anya said with a chuckle.
Lass didn't even realize they where right behind him. He managed to reach the arena at precisely 17:58PM and got in showing the two guards his message. The arena was dark...too dark. Then out of both sides of the arena torches began to lit up. And there they where...the previous Knight Of Knights champion standing tall and proud in their big shiny black armor. But little did he know that he was about to discover something unusual as unusual can get.
"Wow. Bet you paid for all of these too huh? Anyway, mutt, the score will be settled now. I'm not gonna sit and dwell on yesterday's event either. This shit is starting to become daily life anyway...", Lass said towards the armored figure.
"Heheh stop with the long ass introductions kid...just pull that little twig out and show me what you've got. And by the by, calling me "mutt" isn't exactly a nice way to start a battle with me.", the armored figure said.
"Wait a minute...that voice. And that language...Heista?”
"Well you sure as hell do have a nice sense of hearing I'll give you that! But I don't think hearing will help you swing that little blade around.", Heista said as she took off her helmet.
"You're the previous KoK champion?! What the hell?!"
"Well to be honest, officially, I'm not. Anya and I faced off in the last KoK finals but...she was different back then. She was wearing some wonky ass battle dress and used some shitty weapon she was clearly forced to use. I wasn't about to claim a tittle where my final opponent didn't give it 100%. So I surrendered. She got the tittle and we both got a drinking buddy. Besides I'm happy that Anya finally showed her true colors on the arena grounds and the world. You really did change her kid!", Heista smiled.
"Wait what? That's so bizarre. But you're also the-", Lass got interrupted by Magi.
"Yea-yea I'm the Reingards Royal Family Paladin. 'Woohoo' nice to be one. It's not that the job pays badly, but just doing chores and chores without battling gets boring after a while. Hence why I decided to join the KoK tournament last year in the first place."
"I have so many questions...how even-"
"Well ask what you wanna ask now, because lore wise you're supposed to kill me Mr. Goddess Protector."
"Kill you...what? And wait a minute...how do you know that Risa is-!"
"Buddy, when I see some weird ass dude holding a mini-Excelsior next to the goddess it doesn't take me too much to put one and one together!"
"What?! But how did you know about Risa?!"
"Oh. Swapped to Ikarisa, eh? I see...", she whispered. "Well it's not that hard I mean she was spreading her aura everywhere not really trying to hide or whatever. Strange...first time I've ever seen ;Risa' not running away or trying to hide. Maybe you are different than all the others...he indeed made the right choice. Though I've gotta give it to him, his sword trainings were pretty good and he told me to be at the ready. But we will see.", Heista shrugged.
"Hmm. Alright. I see what's going on now.", Lass said as he slowly reached for his weapon.
"Heheh...it's not that hard to point out things you're used to. Besides, I was hoping she would've figured it out a bit earlier. But better late than never I guess.", Heista chuckled.
"Believe me...she had a hunch. But still...this can't be. Such a powerful position to be given to someone like you...", Lass said as he began to draw his sword.
"Unbelievable...even now you don't get it? Very well. Let me tell you this. You remember when you first got to the administration office at the Blood Moon hotel?
"Name and warrior nickname please.", Lass remembered the words of the administrator.
"I think you've gotten a breakthrough here. Heista is nothing but my warrior nickname...or rather, what I actually go by these days."
"Say it before we begin. Who really are you?", Lass said as he took his fighting stance.
"Let me properly introduce myself then...Sentinel of Hate Magi at your service.", Magi said as she bowed.
"Hmph...so all this time..."
"Bingo kid. By the way before you go all, 'stab, stab I'm gonna murder you', mode on me, can I get one second to explain you a couple of things? Or do you want me to go all out?"
"Let's just get this over with already. Once I'm done beating your sorry ass, I can finally get a moment of rest in this crazy city.", Lass said with a cold look.
"Watch it kiddo! Remember what they say to respect your elders! Turns out I'm gonna have to beat your little ass to the ground first before any words can be spoken...now come at me!
Her stance impeccable, her will robust. She was the Sentinel of Hate. But at that moment, she was Lass's opponent...
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