Chapter 17- Drake vs Agnar

The atmosphere in the Great Mountain was tense and nerve wracking. Two gigantic army as numerous as the sand stood facing each other. Not a sound could be heard as the intensity of their will and their desire to win clash in the air. You could almost feel and see their fighting aura, rising to the sky.

One carried the hope of the people the cloud Kingdom, while the other carried the will of their King. Each is no less than the other and each individual is willing to die from what they stood for.

Movements could be seen on the goblin’s king’s army as the orcs, goblins and hob goblins parted to let their King through. Still protected by his five generals. The 4 ft tall goblin king with green skin who’s no bigger than an eight year child made his way closer King Julius.

His green malicious eyes, observe the soldiers as they tense and grip their weapon of choice harder. Some archer in the back line prepared to knock the arrows on their bows, ready to shoot if need be.

The goblin King smile maliciously at King Julius.

“I have a proposal.” He announced in a menacing high pitched voice. The two antennas on his head twitching with glee.

King Julius simply nodded, prepared to hear what this proposal was about.

“If our armies clash and fight it out till the last man standing. Both side would suffer huge losses and I’m sure you wouldn’t want that. My proposal allows us to decide the winner, with less blood shed as possible. What do you say?” asked the Goblin King. His mouth turned into an evil smile.

“I’m listening.” Answered King Julius simply.

“Excellent.” The Goblin King laughed. “What do you say, we let our five strongest warriors fight it out. Whichever side has the most losses, has to surrender and the winner can do whatever he wants. What do you say?” proposed the goblin king.

King Julius took a long time to answer. The Goblin King’s proposal is the best way to minimise bloodshed to his army and his people. This proposal could save a lot of soldier. The soldiers waited, tense. They were all waiting for their king’s decision. While most of the general’s looked excited at the idea. They were all dying to fight as strong enemy.

“Okay, I agree to your proposal. Where will be the stage to this fight and when will we held this fights?” asked King Julius.

“Right here. Right now.” Answered the goblin king.

“Ragnar.” Said the goblin King while pointing to a huge area that is barren.

The fat ogre standing next to the king, dashed to the place he was pointing, dragging the gigantic steel club with him.

Off in the distance. They could see the ogre raising his weapon.

“IMPACT!” he roared and drove the club on the ground.

An earthquake resounded and the ground exploded. Various rocks of different sizes were all scattered.

As the dust clears. A circular crater could be seen on the ground. The crater itself was ten ft deep and the circular arena was as wide as the largest pond.

“That will be stage.” Smirked the goblin king.

“So who wants to fight first?” roared the goblin king.

“HAHAAHA.” Laughed drake excitedly.

“I’m going to fight first. I’ve been itching to since I saw the enemy” Drake eagerly volunteered.

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The two armies, made up of two different species. Were now watching the two combatants inside the ogre made ring.

Drake Dragon. Head of the Dragon Clan and a general of the king’s army were facing against, a thin, lanky ogre, who’s body moves like a snake. Despite his body being much bigger and taller, his movements were not affected by his physique.

From here you can tell he was an experience fighter. The thin ogre compared to the other generals who was much too bulky and obviously favours strength instead of speed. Moved gracefully. His strikes could be compared to an assasin. Vicious and very precise.

Agnar holding his favourite weapon. A dagger made of the darkest metal, that even light cannot touch. Using the reach of his arms and the length of his legs. He weaved in and out between attacks. Either to dodge Drake’s sledgehammer or to try and wound the smaller but more muscular general.

Agnar was twice the size of Drake. But the size did not faze him. Although it gives an opponent an advantage. What matter’s the most is his ability to fight and utilise his abilities to the fullest.

Agnar jumped back after swiping Drake with his dagger. Using the momentum as he landed. He bent his legs, and shot forward like a speeding bullet as he thrust both of daggers at Drake.

Drake not expecting this manoeuvre and could only use his giant hammer as shield. The sheer force, put behind the weight of the attack. Cause Drake to fly back. Hitting the wall hard. Leaving a physical imprint of his physique.

“You’re not bad. Ogre.” Laughed Drake as he wiped the blood, from his cut lip.

“I guess time to get serious.”

Agnar merely laughed in contempt. “Give it up tiny man. You cannot win against me.”

“We’ll see about that.” Roared Drake as he dashed forward. His surprised attack, took Agnar off guard. Before he could get away from Drake. Agnar found his body, heavy and slow and unable to avoid the oncoming strike of the sledge hammer.

The ogre’s thin gigantic body fly to the wall. Agnar screamed in shock and pain.

“Still think I’m no match against you?” bragged Drake arrogantly.

“That was merely a fluke. Time to finish this.” Said Agnar coldy.

Dark smoke could be seen rising from, Agnar’s body. They wafted in the air and seemed to grow denser and thicker.

The soldiers in the front as well as the hob goblins and goblins who happen to breathed the dense gas. Fell dead, with foam frothing out of their mouth.

“The dark gas is poisonous!” exclaimed May.

“Solid Script. Barrier!” May activated her ability. And wrote barrier in the air and activated its power. Forming a transparent barrier that blocked the hazardous substance from being spread to her allies.

All the soldiers who were too scared to move, could finally breathe out a sigh in relief.

King Julius and the rest of the generals were staring intently at the battle that was happening inside the ring.

Due to density of the toxic gas. The whole arena was covered and nothing could be seen.

Drake tensed. He lost sight of his enemy.

“Gravity Field times a hundred!” Drake activated his ability. Increasing the gravity inside his gravity field to a hundred. This does not affect the user, as he could choose to make the weight of his body the same as before he activated his gravity field.

But for anyone foolishly entering his zone. Their body would weight a hundred times than normal.

“HAHAHA. Careful. The gas that you’re inhaling right now is poisonous. Made by mixing my blood. I guarantee you. There is no knows antidote to his poison.” Laughed Agnar, as he used the poison smoke to cover his location and presence.

Drake did not respond as he stood by alert. Waiting for his enemy to strike.

“DIE!! HUMAN!” screamed the ogre. Sure of his victory. His daggers, were coated was dripping in deadly poison. Each dropped of the concentrated poisoned, was very deadly. If hit by this poison, the person body and bones will be melted and nothing would be left.

Drake merely smirked as he felt a movement behind him. He turned around to face his frozen attacker. His snake like eyes, showing the disbelief.

“HOW?” he screamed. Agnar could not move his body. He fell face to the ground. His body being pushed intensely, imprinting his ogre physique.

"You shouldn't be able to move. My poison would dulled your sesnses and slowly kill you fromt the inside. Allowing me to kill you easily."

“I suppose you will never know.” Said Drake as he lifted his sledge hammer and smashed Agnar’s head into a bloody pulped.

As the poison clears. They could see Drake standing and in front of him, was the headless body of the enemy.

Drake, in order to counter the poisonous gas. Transform his internal organs, in that of a dragon. Dragon's has a higher resistance compared to other species.

The triumphant roar of the soldiers, filled the great mountains.

They were happy and relieved that one their strongest general won the fight.While the rest of the enemy. Look down. Ashamed of their defeat.

The goblin king’s eyes glowed red in anger and humiliation.

“The next fights will not be so easy to win. Humans.” He muttered darkly.