The Zombie Tournament

Act 53 : The Day of Catastrophe

Zeno Gunnar has learned of such knowledge and gone seeped into it more as Tonado fighting club embarked to Gorand industries’ mainland . For the country to recruit talents and customers of the yearly game, Queen Aldana has stated of the gruesome matter without planning to trim the bush. She openly hates the system and its trade-off to Frandemulo’s sovereignty. Kamara is involved to the game’s bargain and doing so by her will, indeed, yet anyone’s parents will be disapproving their children’s intention for murder and blood in certain ways or another.

“What’s up, Zeno? I don’t like your face at all, honey.” Tanya Rushdi pinched on her partner’s cheek.

Zeno Gunnar answered in brief,“Nothing. I’m fine.” He said while looking at Tanya Rushdi’s cheerful expression in a gloomy face. This is the young knight’s usual form in everyday basis. However, Tanya Rushdi’s female intuition has her acknowledged any of Zeno Gunnar’s reactions and emotions without having to look further onwards, especially since the young knight’s face has been wrinkled deep in thoughts for awhile.

“Is it about the game’s reality, or is it because of my new make-up to you?” Tanya Rushdi teased. Zeno Gunnar attempted to run away from his partner’s advance, but having to no avail as Tanya Rushdi does the pinch for the second time in a row.

“Damn it, honey. All you have to do is to relax. Our goal is on board, and you’re putting yourself down before it happened.”

Zeno Gunnar giggled slightly by his Queen’s scheme and smiles a bit to relish,”You have no idea of my feelings right now. It’s because of Queen Aldana’s announcement of the matter, Tanya, and it made me kinda out of focus.” He replied,”They recruited me out of my misery, and I’m started to wonder who’s behind all this currently.”

“Who knows? It could be me, or you, even. Just start investigating with a happy face, champ.” She said in return.

Indeed, Zeno Gunnar could apply a cherishing smile for her amusement, but something odd in the past has been instilled within. It reminds the young knight of his mother’s invulnerability and some of his neighbor’s normal death circumstance. They were out cold in the wild and having no transformation persists. Meanwhile, his mother’s death was mainly because of her contact to Deino Gunnar’s bite, but a code of alteration never happened at all in the first place.

What was the cause, and how it is all occurred, none of his current encounter has that answer to deal with.

Tonado fighting club has themselves striding towards the Savannah landscape before the main city of Altagrada. Juno Rumondor has told the young knight of the city’s progressive technology earlier and felt jubilant about it every time he talked about them in their voyage. Gastamo’s prominent transportation mechanism is nowhere in comparison to the city-state’s regional teleportation mechanics. If the mountain wall-country has a number of transportation box to do them in an instant, Gorand Industries has created such technology to be applied wirelessly within the wall of Altagrada in no further cost to pay for.

Yes, everything a person has to do is to imagine on where would they want to relocate, and they will be transported to their desired location in speed of light. Gorand Industries has installed an indefinite beam of light above the city for that to happen. One man-made sun has replaced an actual ray of star for doing its regular tenure of the day. For the night, an artificial moonlight will be the one on duty to illuminate everything down below.

Being one of the leading group for the third stage has Tonado fighting club on for a petty skirmish against some of their own hunters. From a predator to be the prey, that is one situation for them at the moment after collected half of medals available for their living teammates at present. Their ninja-like outfit reminds them of Frandemulo’s authentic uniform. A hooded cowl protected most of the warrior in their positions, including to the living dead of their group that has them adorned around their head.

“Ha! Time for you to die, bastard! You have to pay for our leader’s death!” one of them clamored.

Against the maroon-red jacket ninja’s accusation, Juno Rumondor replied,”That mirror-man from Frandemulo, you mean? That’s your captain?” He ridiculed,”He’s even weaker than yesterday’s Frank, and that man holds a bazooka, for God’s sake!”

Much against their perpetrator’s warning, however, none of Tonado fighting club’s warrior interested to apply their own roar of vigor as the opponent does.

Under the shade of Alder buckthorn, one of the common form of trees around Altagrada’s outside border vicinity, there are three contenders of the game that having themselves ready to draw their weapon against a full-horde of Tonado fighting club. Each of them has three living dead on the rear, from which immediately taking their position to the commanding position after the human survivor’s commencement of death earlier.

There are two gigantic zombies on the spearhead of the group and a pair of speedster ones to accompany their allies across the left and right flank of the front-line. Two fist-fighter zombies has shown themselves out with bronze and silver brass knuckles to bolster their power in the battlefield. Alongside the second row of their straight-line formation, two of the living dead has aimed their modernised musket for supplementary attack from behind, while the last one of their ranks utilised a crossbow for its mode of attack.

“Hand this one for me, Juno. I’ll mince them to bits.” A volunteer raised his hand. Heimlich Kessler is determined to showcase all of his talent before the young knight. He looks at Zeno Gunnar with utmost glare, as if there is a rivalry held in-between.

The white-haired man even directed the tip of his sword to the man’s position for a glimpse of caution,”Don’t get involved, Zeno Gunnar. I will go berserk if you dare to commit such disrespect.”

He draws the cleaver sword and sprints to them at once. Juno Rumondor’s piece of advice will never suffice against pride, so the captain stays silent and permits him to go up front. Nevertheless, Juno Rumondor still has a token of opinion to follow, for him to put a hand wide across their formation afterwards.on preventing any of his subordinates to move forward without permission.

“I will only use two more of our firepower today. We have a big match against Gorand, and I want everyone to be in shape.” He muttered,”You have to take a break, Zeno Gunnar. The last battle won’t be forgiven to your attitude.”

“I’ll do what you say, Juno.” Zeno Gunnar calmly replied with both palms rested on the back of his forehead,”That white man prohibited me to enter, anyway, so what’s the point of rushing out.”

(bwoosh!)

One horizontal sweep of Heimlich Kessler’s cleaver sword created a strike of blue flame to open their clash in utmost form of assault that the man would bring to the table. Verily, neither of the forefront brawlers would be present to indulge within such blast, as most of them dodged it out beforehand.

“Heh, this is so low-grade. How could-“

(clang!)

Suddenly, the maroon-red ninja goes hand-in-hand against Heimlich Kessler and deflected his cleaver sword with its own blade. Of course, the human survivor will never be the only one to attack, because both brass knuckle living dead has been shadowing the white-haired man’s movement for awhile.

(brak!)

The two of them smashed Heimlich Kessler’s helmet in combination attack to both sides of the armor. It happened so fast for him to fend it off, but the white-haired man’s life is still intact for the time being.

“I’ll go on as well, Juno. I have to prove that I’m a good warrior, too!”

Gina Keaton moves ahead with her claws on prime against their perpetrators at the time. She blasts away in seconds to one of the beast and prompts a one-hand shoulder throw immediately to the bronze brass knuckles zombie. Before the other could react, she unloads a one-hand reversal for grappling the silver brass knuckle zombie’s leg to drop him down to the ground.

“You have to die twice. Sorry!”

(bam!)

In one shot of her claws, Gina Keaton destroys its brain in immediate fashion.

(zuu)

“Whoa!”

No matter how fast the claws-wearer be, a crossbow’s arrow will attempt to hit her grievously to the arm afterwards. Lucky for her, a dozen rows of experience has brought Gina Keaton to recognize any following assault after successful impact. She ducked straight away at the moment of her counter-act and doing a number of roll-out to escape.

(bam!)

“Again?”

And then, a sledgehammer arrived. It was coming from brown-colored vest ninja that somewhat goes quiet prior to its abrupt entrance. Furthermore, the man’s choice of weaponry is quite odd to mesmerize, for him to be proficient in using a bigger warrior’s blunt assault. Instead of using his own hands to wield it, the brown ninja has them attached on a platinum chain to swing it around in freedom.

(bam!)

Gina Keaton’s speed factor has saved her from further harm. She fended most of the attacks in slightly-close manner to death, at times, but never a single one of them ended her life at most. However, she was occupied on evading their mixtures of assault, gradually forgetting on doing a counter-attack at the same time.

“I guess it’s time for me to do something, huh.”

Frank Terino is armed with bazooka for the battle ahead. There is no time to slack off in this take-or-go types of strategy. A volunteer has to arrange his own formation as soon as he entered. For this, Frank Terino blasts a shot towards the back-side of the group at once. It hits them all in certain death because of their own concentration to the two melee personnel on the front-line so far.

“Ha-ha! Look at that! You can’t do anything to run away from me.” He boasted.

(s***h!)

“Ugh!”

Out of nowhere, the dark-green ninja has appeared before Heimlich Kessler and performed a quick-draw assault from his sword. The white-haired man could intervene the initial attack by the edge of cleaver sword, but happened to get injured once the dark-green ninja sheathed back his sword shortly after.

It posed a question, even, because Heimlich Kessler’s armor is unscathed and out of contention from the dark-green ninja’s attack.

“Kess!”

Gina Keaton approached Heimlich Kessler like a greased lightning. The sledgehammer follows, but none of them could reach the claws-wearer and goes on the par with her pace. She is about to lose another fellows in front of her eyes, and something like this is too early for her to bear onwards, therefore one reckless resolution to aid him on the go.

(clang!)

“You have to watch your own six, Gina. I don’t want you to get hurt so easily like that.”

It seemed Zeno Gunnar has no longer approved Heimlich Kessler’s proposal for no-intervention policy. He drives the black swords out of whim, completely blocked the dark green ninja’s attempt to decimate Gina Keaton once and for all. As the man sheathed back the sword, Zeno Gunnar could taste an incision across the chest. It is nothing but a small trip for the young knight’s current state, however, because the white aura has returned to glory once more.

“Ah, Thalsmia Kingdom’s swordplay. You’re familiar.” Zeno Gunnar muttered,”That is awesome delay, indeed, I don’t even want to fight anybody with this sort of power in my day of being a student.”

The dark-green ninja gasped,”You know my homeland? Where were you hailed from, stranger?”

“Numonia, and your journey ends here, because I have been graduated by force.”

(s***h!)

Double hit of the twins sliced away the dark-green ninja’s arms instantaneously. In advance to the man’s wailing scream, the young knight stabs him on the middle of the forehead and slashed them upwards.

On the other area of the battlefield, Deino Gunnar and Giga have been worked their strains to obliterate the rest of Frandemulo’s brawlers. The legendary warrior’s Golden greatsword swallows the fear and goes enlarged by twice the common size to defeat speedster zombies of the group. Giga and the zombie’s purple sword were also capable on withstanding either gigantic zombie’s sledgehammer, commandeering their battlefield with utmost rout to the opponent’s end.

In a matter of minutes, everything is settled in Tonado’s victory by the tip of Zeno Gunnar’s sword. They never learned of the perpetrator’s origin, but nothing will be needed anymore once it has finished in triumph.