The Zombie Tournament

Act 44 : A Gruesome Truth

As the nightfall goes down, the small group of Tonado fighting club advance to the tunnel’s entrance. Over any alternative course available to traverse, there are no other paths for them to venture otherwise. The southern mountain range has none of such passageway in similar means to the one from the western side of Militistaro. They have to hike its fairly-steep terrain and wander around without any sort of navigation from their wristwatch. Indeed, they will be the first to track the mountain on their own, but also has possibility on being the first to be killed in cold wilderness nonetheless.

(tap-tap-tap)

Frank Terino assembled Goni to the strategic position for their blitz assault. There are almost two hundred full-armed soldiers below the ledge of their standings. No hints of Valentino Rosta amongst them to this extent. He might be within the clutch of Altagrada already, patiently waiting for Zeno Gunnar’s arrival to his domain for a third contest upon each other’s might.

“All set and ready, Zeno! We’ll blast them in a flurry.” Frank Terino patted his mortar operator zombie in pride,”For me, I’ll be sitting around the northwest and cover your six there.” He continued, putting a sniper rifle up front.

“Okay, how’s your body, Tanya? All’s well?”

Tanya Rushdi nodded a bit,”Don’t worry, Zeno. I’m recovered, really.” She said, donning her light armor to the torso, “So, I’ll have to lay down a rear-end defense of the wagon, right?”

“Yes, your shield will be more than enough to protect any intruders from behind.” Zeno Gunnar nodded.

Damon spoke nothing to their small-time conversation, even neglected their keen preparation ahead of the battle. He laid an utmost interest before the tunnel entrance’s panorama and absorbed everything in a glance. In mind, the half-zombie advised himself on which person he should banish firsthand. Samila’s prowess in-flight could only be assessed when one team-mates was injured. It flies to exact their fallen friend’s revenge and pummelled a death blow in return. To him, her magnificent prowess is useful within critical situation against a small group’s encounter, but never does the similar against many people in a row without repercussion of their wrongdoings.

Being the leader of their group, Zeno Gunnar makes a stand and bring himself to the front. The young knight took a deep breath and sipping them softly to immerse on the set of battlefield before them. His fellow warriors of Tonado put their attention to their captain in an instant, tracking the man’s steady moves near the high-end of the mountain’s slope to the right.

“Now, let’s settle this in a rush, alright?” Zeno Gunnar stated in confidence,”We’ll do a charade first with Goni’s rain dance to the party. Two or three explosions will surely scatter them off, maybe spotting them out to ease off our job better.”

The young knight pointed towards Damon afterwards,”And for you, Damon, make sure no one is escaping from our hunting ground. We’ll gonna hit them hard with our zombies, for sure, but having a little bit of insurance will be gladly helping us out.”

“Yes, sir.” Damon uttered.

The half-zombie furled up both daggers to the front and stationed close against the sloping path. His keris shuddered in joy against so much blood that was adjacent to the team’s ground. Being in depraved manners for so long, Samila has been fattened up by Valentino Rosta’s blood image, yet its soul yearned for more of them soon after.

With one arm aloft, Zeno Gunnar marks a cue for the shot as it descended down in speed,“Okay, rain them with fire, Goni!” He commanded. In spite of the man’s direct order, Frank Terino has to select on the cue manually. After all, he was one of the main controller for the mortar operator’s choice to blast off, so his own maneuver to realize Zeno Gunnar’s instruction is necessary to begin with.

(beep-beep)

The stout man plays with his beard. His fingers dance across the field diagram of their enemies’ controlled terrain. Frank Terino handpicked areas of detonation for an essence of scramble and measured its effect by a pre-emulated explosion. It is surely obvious to him that Goni will process everything in different manner regardless, but having a prior design of its target will ensure consistency to the zombie’s decision in general, especially during a quick judgement step of their nail-coffin’s mind.

(blast!)

Goni started to unleash a pair of shells for the first string of fire from his mortar. Unsuspected warrior of Militistaro were panicked and running away as they perceived the flame, yet many of them goes too deep in their slumber for observing the homing assault above them to escape. A few got trampled by their own associates’ disarray and stomped to death. Nobody cares about their teammates’ well-being any longer, as it is about them and their own trouble to stick around.

(boom-boom)

“Argh!”

An utter m******e for their enemy’s entire force, and surely one total victory for Tonado’s group and their unorthodox strategy to inflate. Damon jumps in place for a warm-up into the site, preparing to blast away whenever it is needed, since a cue from his captain will become the half-zombie’s main instruction to boot. No sign of enemies behind their back, as well, for Tanya Rushdi has nothing to fend off against.

Zeno Gunnar took a glance towards the enemy’s station and found nothing but pools of blood. There are about half a hundred of them that could dismiss and running to the east with no time to spare. In this stage, any mortar shells will be useless and a waste to unload, so a back-up reinforcement could done fairly well for a stampede against the deserters in essence.

“Stop the fire, Goni. They are all down in morale for now.” The young knight placed his left palm upwards,”You can do the job I have assigned, Damon. We don’t have to release any of our zombie right this time.”

“With pleasure.” Damon grinned.

Damon dashes to the battleground for fulfillment of his duty. The half-zombie scoured to the few soldiers that were running to the north. Before they could even scream, He cuts their throat and decapitate them effortlessly with the edge of his black dagger. As for Samila and its golden scale, Damon utilized its sharpened tip to penetrate their skulls and decimated some others in one shot, smashing their brains out to smithereens.

“Ah, the power surges in. Thanks, Samila.” Damon mumbled. He could sense a sheer force of energy within the veins, mainly because of the keris’ arcane power to devour blood for an exchange of strength and agility. The half-zombie could develop more speed and precision by elevation of output from the heavenly weapon, hence the blistering swiftness to shadow other renegade’s path for Militistaro before him.

(s***h!)

Damon sliced away more than ten soldiers with curves of winds from either dagger on his hand and put any other that follows to scramble by the wind’s knockback. He puts it in overlapping position to generate two arcs of gust towards the far-away lines of soldiers, eventually ripped their feet and arms off by the horrendous force of reckoning from the half-zombie’s thundering dexterity.

Meanwhile, a number of soldiers decided to fight their assailant back and prompting a counter-act against him, yet none of those regulars could send their regards to the man in speed. Their spears’ nonsensical barrage provided no results for their advance, fruitless and in vain to appease Damon’s thunder at most.

“You need more experience to fight me.” Damon licked a small nip of brain from his black dagger,”How about this?”

Damon’s keris has been engulfed in golden aura after so much blood it chugged. In this state, its mechanical prowess could be activated without any need of revenge. Samila could return back to its owner after being thrown, one least power that the steel could muster by enormous charge of power of the blood’s iron.

And for that, the half-zombie decimates the remaining soldiers before him without much hassle on his side. In the end, Damon’s dagger prevails, hitting every single one of them out by the firm-knitted sharpness in hand.

“Yes, you’re far too slow against me, that’s why.” Damon said, before trying a taste of the smears of blood upon his dagger at once. His face goes shriveled by the forthcoming flavor that arise, ”Yuck, it’s bitter.” He said, spitted some of them afterwards.

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Tonado’s group entered the tunnel for one trip of return to Frandemulo. They have been travelling under the drips of stalactite water for a few hours straight. Zeno Gunnar was engrossed with his wristwatch, happened to have a frown for some of his search result on the platform. Just awhile ago, their group were in painless battle against two hundred common soldiers from Militistaro. It brings him to wander around the second game’s rules about property damages. Each of every soldier was priced in around 200 virtual dollars and counted in identical amount amongst them. It costs Damon a total of 10.000 worth of money from his account, divided to around 30.000 for Frank Terino’s penalty of the mortar shells widened area damage.

“So, I guess I’ll spare my 30.000 for both of you.” Zeno Gunnar rubbed his chin, then flicks a picture of gold pouch towards Frank Terino’s wristwatch,”Here, twenty for you, Frank.”

A smile emerged underneath the bush of Frank Terino’s beard,”I’m in debt, Zeno. You’ll win this game for us!” He replied,”I don’t really need a win, but having a debt in this city will be too much for me anyway.”

The man’s unusual answer brought Zeno Gunnar to interest, c****d his head for the strange atmosphere of mystery instilled,”What do you mean?” He asked in return.

“Minopia. Minopia. Minopia.”

Frank Terino recognized the phrase-censor from Minopia’s airborne technology, and quickly muffled his mouth subsequently. It has detected a number of secret information that the stout man blurted out, immediately amended many of them with a famous phrase from the city’s pride. Whenever a person wants to explain anything close-related to the deep-seated realm of Minopia’s information, they will surely intercepted those knowledge by a raw editing in an instant.

“Damn, I can’t really speak about that freely, huh?” Frank Terino pouted. To his tantrum, Tanya Rushdi chuckled.

“Yeah, we can’t. He’s a new guy in this game, so the management team must be having him on the leash.” She continued.

As the conversation is about to cease out, Damon interrupted their decent talks about money-making issue and putting his eyebrow to pucker,”Because Frank has spoken about Minopia, I’m gonna share my own portion of secret to you all, as well.” He muttered. The half-zombie ensured his action by a shook afterwards,”Don’t worry, they couldn’t block this information. I was bound to nothing other than the rules of the game, currently, but not about this one’s data.”

It brought everyone’s consideration to Damon’s position. The half-zombie contained them all in a glance, as he gazed upon the entire teammates’ eyes to make a stand. A mystery will attract people to gather round, so does Tonado’s convoy within somber ambience of the tunnel. Of course, the leader has inspected their surroundings beforehand, before drifted into the similar tone of interest afterwards.

“For the first one, I’m one of King Taur Minosa’s subject for experiment. That beast wanted to have a full army of zombie, you see.” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes to feel the oxygen flows, before then followed with a smile soon after,”As for the second, about 10 of them in similar form as me were wandering across the city for decades of this foul competition, mainly to influence on who’s gonna win the year’s trophy at that time.”