The Zombie Tournament

Act 25 : Lost of Blood

Valentino Rosta’s entire body was engulfed within a mantle of blood. His blue-haired high-top fade blended in rhyme alongside streamlines of red. To the eagle-beak nose of the man, it smells rather sweet and sour for his own blood’s company across many parts of his body. The blood mage’s portion of injury has been mended up in seconds, to add. He felt a sense of refreshment on the skin, as many slice of his flesh were immersed inside.

The young knight has no further knowledge on what power that the man has possessed, as this is the first time for Zeno Gunnar to witness such power directly. In battle of “Nadera”, the council of Numonia prohibited extra ailments from magical properties. His father fought against bare version of Zamona Sulain, back then, so his true ability was never unfolded to audience within the arena at that time.

“Hm? Ah, your friends defeated my puppet.” Valentino Rosta mumbled. To the commentary the man upholds, Zeno Gunnar shrugged a bit.

“Yeah, Tony Simmons is quite a warrior to me.” Zeno Gunnar answered, then masking a poker face to his expression,”Being afraid?”

“Nah, why do I have to? Even five of you couldn’t beat me up anytime soon.”

Two of his axes has been boosted in size. Due to iron-based components of the blood, one sage could manifest each particle into their weapon for lifting up its mass considerably. Of thirty centimeters’ dimension that both axes has attained, it gained double-boost into more than sixty in length.

(swoosh!swoosh!)

The blood sage plays with either axes and prompting a number of whirling moves on either of them at once. He twisted them overhead, hurling them several times in a roundabout across his belly, even attempting to do a fake throw against Zeno Gunnar before him for a taunt.

As the young knight stayed vigilant, He flinched a bit against such maneuver.

“Definitely a newbie. You aren’t supposed to be surprised with my game, Zeno.” The man buffed his chest up slightly,”Deino had a hunch of this act, as well, so I’ll call him a newbie like you, hahaha!”

“For a new player, my father has defeated you. What’s that for a shame?”

Valentino Rosta raised one of his eyebrows,”If I could handle your father’s power with blood, I can decimate him in minutes.”

Before long, the blood sage sprinkled many specks of blood from his veins towards Zeno Gunnar’s entire figure. The young knight could evade some, yet a few sparkle of such fluid has been smeared on his golden-tinted armor beforehand. Zeno Gunnar tried to wipe them off with his palms afterwards. Yet, those red-glittering liquid could no longer be erased.

(tap-tap-tap)

As to the other axis of brawl, Zeno Gunnar sprints forward to lay an assault. No way for him to allow Valentino Rosta to speak off another otherworldly spell onto the battlefield. The young knight has to disrupt the small period in-between with instinctive pursuit. To stab, or to s***h, there are countless path to flash.

‘lock’

The blood sage recites one-word spell of incantation after his ritual has beckoned. Shortly after, many small particles of blood has been multiplied into a heap of drizzle. It rolls down to Zeno Gunnar’s feet and formed a line to the tail of its trail. In a second after, the young knight’s track were embossed in reddish nuance, as if he was dragged into a murder and being plunged as the one in charge.

(clap!)

“What?”

Puddles of blood fastened his way around the rooftop. The young knight was locked in place and stuck within the flood of red-induced liquid across the floor’s tile. Zeno Gunnar was never estimated such strategy could present, hence his trouble ahead against the smirking blood sage.

“Look, how could you evade me now? Just admit it, you’re not good enough to fight me.” He said, insulted the man on the other end.

“Try me, Sulain. I’ll never concede against mere loser like you.”

Hearing such reply, The blood sage’s neck goes back in astonishment,”You have a big mouth, herr Gunnar. How can you speak of things in that state?”

“I just love to hear you scream, so let’s do it, shall we?”

Valentino Rosta dashes towards his foe in stern expression within every step of the run. He rolls the left-side axe for amusement, followed by a small juggle, then sliced Zeno Gunnar’s left leg after reaching his target in swift fashion.

“Argh!”

The blood sage failed to cleanse his strike to the man’s feet. Zeno Gunnar’s armor and chainmail has shielded its user from further harm. As a result, Valentino Rosta could only prickled halfway of his entire calves in one instance of attack.

To say the least, there’s the second and third for him anyway, so it has never been botched out regardless.

Against the next upcoming offensive moves, Zeno Gunnar could do nothing in general. From there, the young knight could feel the breeze of the blood sage’s course of assault by knight’s intuition. However, across the left cheek of his calf, numerous instances of twitching ache has brought him fuzzy in mind. It drains concentration and drank some of his vigor at the time.

(jab!)

“Aaargh!”

His opponent struck a second to the left. Only a quarter points of his feet is still intact. To make things more gruesome, white aura of Numonia merely halts the bleed and sluggishly recovered his wound.

“Hyaa!”

The third fixated everything straight away. A tidy incision of his axe settled him handicapped. Zeno Gunnar could stand firm, indeed, yet it needs a lot of effort to keep such motion intact.

“How’s that? You’re lucky, though. My boss wants to keep you alive, so-“ He paused for a bit, then guffawed, “Oh yeah, I aimed to bring your brother as a gift for my boss. You can look at him for one last time.”

“Huh?”

Valentino Rosta applied a thumb before his chest,”That zombie is an artifact! I hate to admit it, your family has a unique quality for collection. To be frank, I wanna take that insolent dumbo away, too, but...”

As Zeno Gunnar look on his brother’s current brawl, he goes astonished by its outcome. The speedster zombie has been sunken within huge blobs of blood. Valentino Rosta’s mirror image was nothing but a cage, as it wrapped his brother’s complete figure into the red pool of misery.

“Sanna!”

Alas, no amount of cry could save Sanna Gunnar out from the intense viscosity of the blood. Non-newtonian feature of such liquid would reject any blatant collision on its surface. On the other hand, it always sucks in every gentle push of power and covered them up with its fluid. Due to the programmed character within its unconscious mind, the blob acted similar to its white counterpart at the moment. It performs white-washing duty of leukocytes underneath and eaten up the blood sage’s enemies in his path.

Zeno Gunnar opponent’s delight ended up with himself detecting a surge of power down below. Valentino Rosta raised an eyebrow on the forthcoming assault,” Ah, I have to dismiss. Your father is arriving...”

“No, don’t get away from me!”

In a single flick of his finger, the blob swiftly reduced in size to be its actual volume of a blood cell. Valentino Rosta chugged them all into his throat and licks a spill of them clean, then beaming glad against his victim in advance.

“Tschüss, herr Gunnar. I’ll be waiting for you at the north!”

(jump!)

Valentino Rosta hopped off from the building’s rooftop, separated the two brother to leave a spark of ire within his heart.

“Raaah!” Zeno Gunnar screamed, before a whimper goes along to follow,”Why I can’t-“

(plop)

Blood shackles below Zeno Gunnar’s feet has been released. However, the man himself could no longer mount up knight’s bravery on either legs. He shriveled within a curl on the ground and being focused to cry than contemplating of his objective at this point in time.

(sob-sob)

“....”

(crash)

On the other flow of battlefield, however, Tony Simmons has seemingly found a legitimate way for tempting Deino Gunnar on rushing back up. Behind The young knight’s back, the captain led his father to depart by stealing lovely chunk of thighs from his meal. His nail-coffin system would be automatically persuaded to shadow wherever such delicacy took off. Most of the legendary warrior’s plate has been nearly finished, back then, but Tony Simmons intentionally sneak away those limbs out of Deino Gunnar’s sight.

“Graaa!”

The captain’s indubitable valor needs to be praised. He was brave enough to snatch a zombie’s food without thinking of any consequences that entails. Deino Gunnar’s uncontrollable rage has been awakened, yet he never doubted of Juno Rumondor’s technology to sort it out.

Unless, Zeno Gunnar was in no mood to solve such problem at hand, so the captain has to do something else as a solution.

“Hey! Gunnar, switch your father’s off, damn it!” He yells, then throwing the gigantic beast’s thigh somewhere else,”What happened with you, man?”

For now, Tony Simmons laid out one other Neutonium barrier to contain Deino Gunnar’s wrath. He throws the triangular shield as an exploding projectile for such demand. Those particle would halt their progress on the particular objective, for sure, but it also rescued him from absolute fatality in any case.

(Boom!)

Luckily,the legendary warrior has chosen to chomp down the bait than having himself struck against tiny bits of iron-clad smokes. He focused on mesmerising the tenderness of gigantic zombie’s rotten thigh, chewing into it with uttermost enjoyment despite of his living dead state.

(tap-tap-tap)

“Hey, are you okay?”

Tony Simmons propped up his fallen teammates as he cleared off the issue at hand. He inspects Zeno Gunnar from top to toe, learning on many wounds he had attained. At a glance, no emergency situation is in need to be declared, until the captain discovered a loss around his feet.

“....”

Zeno Gunnar leaned on his bottom in silent. His eyes were swollen red due to flows of sniveling pout. Both of his black sword was safe and sound, yet goes astray around the weapon cache’s front side area. Dribbles of blood were muddled below the patch of his ankles, but no further bleeding factor could be seen under his leg.

Within seconds of careful investigation, Tony Simmons eventually traced the man’s current circumstances under one final conclusion, and patting Zeno Gunnar’s back as a consolation of his demise.

“Deep condolences for your brother, Zeno.” He whispered. Against his assumption, however,  Zeno Gunnar barks.

“He’s not dead! I’ll find him!”

“That’s not what I-“

Disregarding Tony Simmons' explanation, Zeno Gunnar suddenly stood up from his own sorrow. He reaps his father’s Golden Greatsword, then placing it to his front.

”You want me to fulfill our mission, right? Come on. Put something to bring that colossal beast here, and I’ll annihilate them with this blade.”

This is definitely no stint of period to protest. Tony Simmons deemed everything is on set of their schedule and walks away to the particle disintegrator’s position. He screws out numerous bolts of the weapon and kicked many of them gone off their reach. After that, he pushed one button across the control panel on the right flank of the weapon in advance.

‘Self-release in 3.....2......1.....’

(boom!)

The particle disintegrator’s gigantic posture fell down from the floor 120 of Welodge headquarter’s building. It would surely attract many contenders of the competition, but its conspicuous design has allured Colossal zombie to come over and finding out what’s on the top. Furthermore, Tony Simmons also switched on missile installation’s infra-red aim to the beast’s pupils, hence its fury towards them goes enacted abruptly in essence.

“It’s your cue, Zeno. Anybody could be penetrated if you’ve achieved greater velocity up above. Can you handle the falling, though?” Tony Simmons questioned.

Zeno Gunnar sighed, “ I don’t know, so I’ll have to entrust my father’s deceased body to you if I turned out dying.”

(tap-tap-tap)

The young knight strolled to the edge of Welodge building’s rooftop. Zeno Gunnar gazed towards colossal zombie’s red-induced rage. His fear has increased Golden Greatsword’s size considerably, it was started to feel heavy within both palms of his hand. In return, Zeno Gunnar could sense a tense vibration shatters on the rooftop’s flat terrain, much alike to his father’s quote on the sword’s maximum potential at most.

“Gaaaar!”

On the opposite end of the battle, the colossal zombie climbs up the structure with bare hands. It could have done so by crawling throughout many pillars within. He took one grasp in every floor and putting its energy into keeping him upwards.

In his mind, only hungers and thirst are situated inwards, a perfect target to disembowel and forget.

(jump)

Zeno Gunnar flies along with gravity to scale down. In every fear of dying he had collected, the weapon’s dimension increased in size. It has been within 3 meters of length at the moment. Of course, He was fatigued by bewildering strength of such artifact, yet he has to pursue on the mission for his brother’s sake out there.

“Good bye, brother. I hope you do well.”