The Zombie Tournament

Act 43 : A Fellow Rats

The young knight rushes in to the scream with his swords on point of assault, putting one other to the back as he sprints across the fading leaves of the redwood trees. Zeno Gunnar sensed a boost of adrenaline within the veins brought him to leap forward in ameliorated proficiency. The bionic legs helped him so much to travel, as well, and the young knight never regretted his choice to affix those artificial limbs in this game so far.

Truly, since the man could sprint faster than he ever could, with lesser stamina output and enhanced dexterity attained by each steps of the run.

(smash!)

Zeno Gunnar felling down a tree for a ploy to frighten. The creature will stop by to listen on the constant uproar, interrupting its attempt to land a vicious one to her throat. Either way or another, a minute window could provide him with space needed to lay down a surprise attack, so the man pursued another mind game by picking off another redwood tree to the ground.

(tap-tap-tap)

At last, Zeno Gunnar finds the source of such staggering screech for help. A wolf-like humanoid creature with gray fur has been in fight against a woman. Without anything but a dagger, his apparent victim seemed capable to hold off the creature’s sharp claws. Upon her blonde hair, there was a splatter of blood, yet none of hazardous laceration could be found on her shirt. It was from the creature’s waist. The beast was bleeding profusely and turned up wobbly by the pressure of his deep wound. Instead of standing firm on his feet, the gray human-wolf goes limp and putting a pitiful stature against her might.

(jab!)

Straight away to the beast’s handicapped stature, the young knight jumps directly to the wolf-creature’s back and pierced his heart afterwards. No time to dwell against empathy in the battle of death. It is them or theirs, a move to kill or to be killed mercilessly because of needless compassion within the mind.

“Graaah!”

(stab)

Zeno Gunnar shoot down another strike and lay a force to behead. The young knight’s mercy brought him to finish any opponent and cleansed them off from their agonizing pain. A Numonian’s warrior would never let a world of hurt immersed to their adversary for longer than a minute. Their legacy of white aura will fade away in every moment of torture that a knight had attempted.

“Zeno? What are you doing here?”

Tanya Rushdi goes flinched by the young knight’s emergence. Her plain shirt has been shredded from vigorous strength of the wolf-human beast. No sign of perilous injury on her body, only a few deep scratch across her stomach that was caused by the creature’s grip. Otherwise, Tanya Rushdi’s slender figure was spotless to the bone.

Gazing at her blonde hair and how much futility that occurred, Zeno Gunnar could do nothing but to kneel. The young knight slightly whimpered, even, putting Tanya Rushdi in a stalemate to respond,”I’m not worthy to be apologized. I just want to forfeit myself under an oath of honor.”

“What are you...?”

Tanya Rushdi has been completely astonished by her man’s sudden approach, yet Zeno Gunnar goes even further into the realm of humiliation. As for now, the young knight bring forth one of his arm upwards. He draws one of the jet-black meteorite sword in his right palm, putting it up to be aligned against the left arm’s aloft stature.

“Please, don’t stop me on doing this. I’m a failure to-“

(brak!)

Of course, Zeno Gunnar’s seemingly oblivious reason is quite straightforward to discern. Tanya Rushdi embraced him tight for intercepting the young knight’s effort to rip off the left arm apart. Zeno Gunnar has told her of the truth about knight’s code of Numonia. Whenever a misappropriation happened within their duty, one of their limbs has to be purged right away for an act of purity. White aura of Numonia will be kept intact under benevolent character of its owner, hence the young knight’s affirmation for his legs to be consumed.

“No, you’ve done nothing. I’m the one in fault for this.” Tanya Rushdi placed both palms to her man’s chin, putting his gaze to her eyes at once,”You are a good person, Zeno. Please, don’t harm yourself because of my ego.”

Zeno Gunnar raised one of his eyebrows to her statement,”So, what’s the problem? Why are you running away?” He asked,”I thought it’s due to my order. You wanna be close with me, but I’m putting you pretty far away, and this man-wolf showed up.”

“No, it’s Damon’s fault. He said that I’m weak, and this is a werewolf, for your information.” She confessed,”I’m sorry for being reckless, Zeno. You’re worried about me, but...”

Against his partner’s veracity, the young knight kissed him right to the lips. They did this almost everytime as the night comes, smacking in-between to the flight of their meandering fantasy, yet all of them were tainted in lust. A bliss of romance showered their tongue as they are intertwined to each other’s slippery slope. Those bad days of guilt and mockery shifted into delight in every pluck of their lips, inviting them to the

(tap-tap-tap)

However, the peace was disturbed by two stranger’s presence to their vicinity. She stared to the grey werewolf’s cold remains alongside her male partner on the right. Glints of wrath emerged from her red-pupils, so does the male ones in blue.

“You’re killing my father!” She rattled, chillingly looked at them with utmost hate,”You’re all dead!”

(click-click)

Either one of them flicks on their wristwatch to summon their own assailant for a brawl. However, for some reason, no single living dead displayed themselves under their forthcoming call-out. The pair’s input released a spark of light to their eye socket and illuminated them within red-tinted glow of despair. In addition to the stream of instruction embedded, the male ones among them started to grow larger in size. He goes more stronger in seconds as a number of sharp bones sprouts out from his arms and legs, building a fearsome and staggering form of physique ever imagined.

(blast!)

The gigantic ones started to pummel an attack straight away. Of course, his primary target will be Tanya Rushdi and her blood-soaked dagger, as a hunch of killer emanated from her steel armament at this moment. Luckily, the beast’s astounding fist was blocked by Zeno Gunnar’s black swords and got deflected away before it could reach her face.

Nevertheless, the female ones followed suit with a strike, as well. Tanya Rushdi received it in a whole to the guts and send her off to the nearest redwood tree behind.

“no, Tanya!”

In one shot, Tanya Rushdi gone unconscious and stared blank to the ground by the impending force she obtained. Instead of leaving her weakened state around, however, the female intruder follows up with another set of assault. She tried to ram one of her fist into her chest, only to find her attack was caught by Zeno Gunnar’s agility of sword-playing and being denied shortly after.

“Humph, a speedster half. I’ve never seen one like you other than Damon nowadays.” She commented. To her mention of someone he’s familiar with, Zeno Gunnar tilted his head in question. Conversely, the young knight’s concentration flies out more to his partner’s current condition, and it has brought him into bask of fury this time around.

“Don’t speak too much, or i’ll beat you up on the spot.” Zeno gazed in profound to her eyes, to which she returned handsomely with a smirk.  

(bam!)

The female ones smiles to her partner’s upcoming, as he put a blast to Zeno Gunnar’s left and fended him off to crumble against a redwood tree. The young knight could do nothing other than accepting all of them in pain. The white aura could never bolster Zeno Gunnar’s fighting stance forever, and it is gradually wanes away by the course of anger within his mind.

“Urgh!”

“How could you do a match against both of us? You’ll be dead, murderer.” She taunted, “If you can’t beat Damon’s speed, doing us both will be too much for the likes of you.”

For now, Zeno Gunnar has to fight against the two half-zombie before him. Without any help inbound, the young knight need to withstand the male intruder’s bold impact from his fist. The female ones of them is quite agile and powerful, as well, to beckon over the young knight’s countermeasure and dodged it all off with ease.

(bash!bash!)

“Urgh!”

One fist nestled safely into the young knight’s ribs. It hurts him so much, for a spurt of blood to be spotted out from his mouth as he boarded to the nearest redwood tree around them. The spirit of determination has departed in some minutes ago and gone diminished to nothingness afterwards, getting him to normal degree of power against the enhanced creature ahead.

Yes, to him, it is an announcement of death that tingles. Zeno Gunnar has learned of resolution against uttermost demise within a knight’s strenuous exercise. He knows when to accept them in graceful arms, to receive their ancestor’s grant of eternity after painless death beckoned. The young knight figured in his fairly short voyage of life, that a warrior’s legacy to die young will always haunted him back and forth.

(tang!)

Out of nowhere, a shadow intercepted the male beast’s decisive strike to Zeno Gunnar’s wilted up figure. It was apparent for the Gods to stick with their beliefs to the young knight’s future, as another clash against imminent loss of life has happened once more. He is none other than Damon himself, the one that both of their opponents had talked about in admiration. The half-zombie halted the opponent’s jab by the steel of keris and pushed a counter-act by the black dagger on his right palm.

“Damon?! Long time no see, coward.” The male ones muttered,”Selena spoke about you so much, I have puked to it numerous times.”

“Shush, Jonathan, it’s his past that I admired, not this one traitor right here.” Selena hissed.

Against both of them, Damon fashioned nothing but a smile.

“Samila, they have to be punished.” He whispered into the dagger’s golden metals, then glancing at the two of them with a slight smug,”Here’s for beating down my teammates. The two of you are dead to me a long time ago.”

(swoosh)

Damon’s keris instantly penetrated itself into Selena’s stomach and splashed out her entrails in the process. After speeding up around the corner to turn around in mid-air, the dagger has outmatched Jonathan’s speed and followed its own example to the man’s guts. It could broke through the man’s scale of bones and forced a rapid knockout to his life effortlessly.

“That’s my message to Taur Minosa, you bastard.” Damon spitted to their remains and kicked a dirt to their mindless expression, before then turning around to his fellow friends behind,”You okay, Zeno? Sorry for being late, I have to track you and it’s pretty difficult to do this here in some ways.”

The young knight taps onto the half-zombie’s hand,”Thank you for saving me, Damon, but my Tanya needs you more than me now.” He said,”We have to go back, as well, don’t know how much they are out there.”

“Yeah, it is my time to spill my beans, too, so please don’t die, okay?”