The Zombie Tournament

Act 46 : A new Contender of Medal

Militistaro was never intended to put those soldiers for Zeno Gunnar’s group. They have been under tumult against Frandemulo and traded blows in a small-scale of fire. No wonder, the army’s equipment has never been close to sufficient for a brawl against living dead’s enormous set of skills. They worn regular suit of armor in advent of the siege, which were mainly expedient for withstanding bullets and common melee assault from their normal-in-physique adversary, but having no future to counter-act against any mystical powers of Tonado’s speedster warriors anyhow.

Indeed, two-hundreds of them being in patience on the other side of the tunnel, only to be annihilated by a group of survival games’ contender at most.

As the fraction of Tonado Fighting club’s group departed to Gastamo, shredded nuisance of their position in the previous conflict has them conjectured to the aftermath of their relation. Militistaro’s highest-rank General will be fumed to listen of the army’s lost against such unknown cause. In his regards, nobody will splat a dime of failure to the face of Militistaro’s advanced weaponry. Frandemulo was known of a gourmet on their plate. Instead of being a perilous threat, their defensive squad would pose nothing but a speck of soup.

So, a loss of mere skirmish scarred the General’s belief, putting them into limbo of uncertainty for denying their opponent’s capabilities to swallow a shadowed enemy in response.

(click-click)

Therefore, Zeno Gunnar’s curiosity has brought him to venture deeper within the pot of wristwatch’s knowledge. He clicked to many features of the technology’s acute augmentation that appeared. For the moment, the young knight has been invested all of his spare time on the sandy path to investigate on Militistaro’s journal update. Spanning from the daily news of their military-themed country to the city’s entertainment, Zeno Gunnar probed to every single portion of information in their system and digested some in the process.

“No follow-up from the governor, today.” Zeno Gunnar blabbered. He closed the transparent display of the wristwatch afterwards,”We’ll need to be cautious for now on. There’s countless approach for a military-based city to react.” He continued.

“For real? We have to be vigilant at all times? Sounds tiring for me.” Frank Terino sighed.

On the other hand, Tanya Rushdi was fairly mild on the news and kept her own interest to the dagger in hand. Damon has been training the sole woman in their team on utilising the small knife for battle and done so separately from the group. Certainly, for her to use dagger and shield on the battlefield, it has severe consequences to trade off and dwell against. An instance of surprise attack was primarily in her control. She could guard herself with a shield for a swift counter-act by the flow of their opponent’s scale of attack, eventually in triumph because of the opponent’s off-guard situation.

Conversely, Tanya Rushdi’s firepower will be surely ceased out towards robust armor of a brawn. Her dagger is lacking sharpness required to pierce a bust of metals due to her own viable-yet-limited power. The weapon’s attack will be sold generously to the armorless ones, but could never do the same ahead of best-suited warriors of the realm before them, hence Damon’s rigorous exercise to increase her strength this time around.

“Hyah! Hyah!”

Damon clapped in each forward thrust that the disciple has produced. A tempo to preserve, for the half-zombie to run a drill by one slap of cheer from his palms. Tanya Rushdi has been doing these for half an hour straight. Her muscle shows a dent of development throughout the game’s afternoon. It gradually glistened in trace of veins by constant practice that follows, phasing in stronger form of power as the right arm constrained.

“Alright, let’s stop for one second, Tanya. You’ve done well.” Damon praised. To the half-zombie’s instruction, Tanya Rushdi swiftly dropped her stance soon after.

“My arm’s hurt! Ouch, Zeno....”

Damon halted her advance by a right palm to the front,”No ‘Zeno Gunnar’ for your training, Tanya. Our captain is busy.” He said.

Of course, being rejected on seeing a significant other made her infuriated. She jutted her lower lips out and scowled,”You’re so mean, Damon. I don’t ask for this much restriction to you...” She frowned. No matter of how much the woman sulked in desperation, Damon shook his head as much.

“A no is a no. There’s no exception to that.” The half-zombie answered,”I kid you not, all you have to do is piercing a plate of steel with your throwing skills. Until that happened, you have to refrain on-“

(rustle-rustle)

Damon’s instinct to battle has been erupted by the crackle of bush around them. The half-zombie affixed both hands with daggers for the upcoming battle. They currently stand upon the middle lane of Gastamo’s forest border, entering the mountain-ish realm of Tonado’s mainland. A smell of maple leaves wafted to the entree’s perception and greet them across. The visible contour of land that divided alignment of dusty terrain to the flourished green has separated them against sweltering heat of the desert.

“What is it now? Is it the scorpion zombie again?” Zeno Gunnar goes full-assault immediately,”Take your short range firearm, Frank.”

“Right-o!” Frank Terino shouted.

Tonado’s group glanced around to look after any blindspot they had in mind. The young knight furled on the white aura, as it has been recharged after being inoperative for some time. He used it to navigate the current threat inwards for its presumption of their chance on the battlefield.

After a number of course-plotting within the brain, Zeno Gunnar pointed towards one of the farthest plot of shrubs of the south,”There is one of them hiding below that bush.” He directed their attention to the lone-positioned group of greens,”He will-“

(tang!)

One humongous axe was arrived. Its dimension exceeds Zeno Gunnar’s twin swords and glowing in white, but deflected in haste by the young knight’s expert swordplay. Zeno Gunnar has noticed of its peculiarity beforehand by the white aura’s foresight, but still unsuspecting of such person’s decision to throw them out nonetheless.

(jab)

The axe stabs into the ground. A crater emerged beneath the sharp edge of the steel.

“State your interest on our wagon, and we’ll try to do something about it.” Zeno Gunnar stated to the nothingness before their group. The young knight has known of their opponent’s entire figure, so it was merely on point for such person to show up rather than being obscured against them.

And he does so onwards while summoning back the axe to his aid. It flies to return in exact moment of the warrior’s right arm gesture up front, placing its wooden handle to the man’s grip in smooth fashion.

“Good day, proud warriors of Tonado!”

A braid-adorned bearded man has appeared from within. He wields a brown axe with two arms attached to the handle. No wonder, it has over one and a half meters in length. For a slight terror that the man has advised to the battlefield, the red-skinned man puts the axe’s handle down to the ground,”My name is Haltein Jorgensen, but you better speak of my name with Jorge only.” He introduced. Haltein’s tidy-fitting beard twitches in sync to his lips.

Frank Terino blinks to the loud presentation of their opponent, rubbing his own beard by the scincillating shape of Haltein’s own facial hair ahead of them,”You’re too polite to be an enemy, mate.” He commented,”I’ve never put a fight against a non-rude combatant like you lately.”

(tang!)

“You’re a good warrior, red one.” Haltein got surprised, yet still capable on withstanding Zeno Gunnar’s overhead assault. The bearded man stood firm in defensive posture and parries many instances of attack from Zeno Gunnar. In spite of its heavyweight structure, his brawn could manifest dexterity into the axe’s handle.

“...”

Without much to speak about, Zeno Gunnar does the trim before anyone else think of the same. The young knight will spend no giggle against any opponent nearby. To converse in the middle of their clash, Zeno Gunnar slashed everything to his triumph before yielding a bit for a talk. He has to break Haltein’s weapon for it to happen, so the young knight’s instant submission to the opponent’s ground.

“You’re a good match for my skegg, huh.” Haltein complimented,”I’ve never found-“

“Speak less, battle more.” Zeno Gunnar interrupted with a grin. Against such quote, the bearded man replied with a raising eyebrow.

“Yeah, you have our clan’s blood in the vessel, but have you seen our mystical technique?”

In contrary to Zeno Gunnar’s white aura, Haltein’s physique is shrouded in black. The bearded man’s white-tinted facial hair also shifted into one common form of shadow. In such fear-mongering event, Zeno Gunnar will never withdrawn from any fight he commenced. The young knight unleashed rapid motions of attack against Haltein’s sudden transformation and releasing more of them in every second of their battle.

(jab!)

“Urgh!”

Zeno Gunnar landed one strike to his opponent’s arm. It bleeds heavily as the young knight’s twin sword skewered it by the tip. Instead of forfeiting, however, Haltein goes even stronger to pummel his own abrasive assault against him, putting even more shudder to each transmission of the sword’s attempt to block.

(bam!)

Before Zeno Gunnar could lay his further assault, Damon suddenly intercepted his advance by ramming onto the bearded-man’s side and knocked him away to the maple trees nearby.

“What are you doing, Damon? Is that necessary?” Zeno Gunnar complained. He glared against the half-zombie’s eyes and going head-to-head in anger,”Did you know how not to meddle with someone’s battle?”

In a threat of his leader, Damon pushed him back and pouted,”You have no idea how’s that black hole does. You’ll have to use range attack on that man, dumbass!” He shouted,”Tanya, have you released that magician of yours?”

“Yes, it’s on duty now.” She replied.

Tanya Rushdi’s arcane-powered living dead is on the course to let loose. It brews a magical concoction under red-eyed tremor and generated those energy exclusively below the bearded man’s ground. In comparison to the late Gorand’s magician zombie in the past, she owned rather-lesser ones for the battle ahead. After all, Tanya Rushdi has found him within random circumstances in a stroll outside of Gastamo, back then, so there are no further expectation to behold.

“Well, well, look at this petty magic!” Haltein Taunted. Of course, the local earthquake’s emergence has him stalling at the moment. He is unable to move a centimeter, even to stand in proper manner for assault.

A question still goes unspoken to this period of their soft victory against the immobilized adversary before them. Zeno Gunnar was pondering about Haltein’s allies for the time being. He would never hunt a medal alone in the wild and took a sip of damage on his own. Must be somebody out there for him that the man felt needless at certain point, but having a hunch of their beneficial impact to the quest implied.

(whistle)

“It’s my fellow Sanza’s to arrive. Prepare yourself, prey.”

Haltein’s whistle brought four additional person to the game, alongside another four of their living dead partners to reckon on their utmost percentage of victory. There are two bowmen, comprised of one human survivor and her zombified partner. On the left-most side of the bearded man’s area of tremor, one two-headed dog snatched him out from the crumbled-up surface of earth, made him returned to prime for another round of battle. One robe-person stood behind them all, protected his own stance by transparent shield and producing several bolas of flame in his hand. Two axe-wielder has brought the same feature of axe to Haltein, but with no mystical power embedded in similar ways like Haltein does.

And for the last, a horse-rider, completely zombified from top to bottom of its shoes.