The Zombie Tournament

Act 10 : Dead Man of Steel

(Clang!clang!)

The Spearman’s technique was fairly remarkable. He could unleash numerous instances of assault in such a tight space of their contact. Zeno Gunnar has withstood a handful of mysterious warrior’s attack, but having to struggle against its fierce swiftness of a long-range weapon in essence.

“Ouch!”

Spear’s tip scraped a bit of Zeno’s skin over the back of his palm. The wound was annoying for the young knight because of its position around the weapon-side knuckle. As the fight goes on, Zeno Gunnar could still move the black sword in liberation and smashing his own response to the consistent thrust of the Spearman, but his agility was slightly reduced by the immense pain on the back of his palms.

(clang!clang!)

(tang!)

Their conflict were over, fair and square to nobody’s victory at both axis of the warfare. The Spearman withdrawn backwards and retreated from their heated clash. On the other hand, Zeno Gunnar does the similar to his opponent’s stance for taking a breather over their battle’s pressure.

“You’re deserved such honor, mate.” The Spearman shouted from afar, applying his spear before his chest to put a stance of admiration ,”I’m Sam Vratili of Gorand Industries. Nice to know you, master swordsman.”

“Gorand Industries?”

Sam Vratili tilted his head to Zeno Gunnar’s query,” Really? You have no idea of our rivalry?”

“Nope. Why do I have to?”

“We’re not on the same boat, then. Let me introduce you to our latest product.”

(blast!)

A glimmering monstrosity barged into their field of battle. It is stood in five meters tall, much alike to the gigantic zombie of late. Below its waist, there were no common human legs attached, as a fully-functional four-legged bottom was affixed in one piece.

(drap-drap-drap)

On the top of its metal-coated arms, The zombie boasts a golden axe for measures of assault. Its radiant color shines up as the beast bolted through the edge of the second floor, galloping headway to Deino Gunnar’s position at the time.

(clang)

“Graaaaa!”

Deino Gunnar laid out a vigorous scream towards the four-legged beast. The legendary warrior’s artifact weapon was brimming in radiance against such fear-mongering opponent. Its vein filled in bloodlust, charging against an enemy that could outwit Deino Gunnar’s blunt assault with ease.

(clang!clang!)

Deino Gunnar started to lash out a pair of overhead strike in diagonal fashion to the four-legged zombie’s chest. However, all of them missed the mark by the golden axe’s obstruction in the middle. The four-legged zombie was applying its least interest to give an adept response by wriggling the golden axe slightly to the top, which would later become sufficient to appease the legendary warrior’s style of fighting all at once.

(s***h!)

“Graaaa!”

In one single sweep of the golden axe, The four-legged beast chopped off Deino Gunnar’s left arm.

“Nooo!” Cried Zeno Gunnar out of his father’s fate.

The young knight has realized of what to do, but incapable to make off quick. The blue-eyed phase of Deino Gunnar could no longer be useful for fighting such formidable opponent right now. However, Sam Vratili has begun another instances of spear attack towards him, occupying his time limit to spend on switching modes of attack.

“Graaa!”

As the four-legged beast attempting to tear down another limbs, Deino Gunnar’s vigilante mode was starting to take effect. He fends off one other charge of attack by dodging it out, then proceeded to run across the right side of the foe before him in advance. To count of the issue, the legendary warrior’s instinct of fleeing away has making headway of its dying-out mind. The nail-coffin’s vigilante mode was constructed to find a most effective path for resisting their enemies’ situation and preserving one’s life to the fullest, while also putting its uttermost control on assessing their opponent’s whereabouts.

Until the system has to suffer yet another blow of attack.

(boom!)

“Yes! you’ve come short at the right time, brother!” Clamored the Spearman to the arrival of his last collection of zombies to the battlefield. It is the other flying breed of the living dead in his collection, apparently. Many of its parts were built in the same way to the regular-sized airborne zombie, unless for its silver-coated wings on its back. Sam Vratili seemingly upgraded its claws by employing launchers on both calves of the beast.

As a result, the winged zombie’s opening attack was devastating enough to instill an instant knock-back upon Deino Gunnar’s front. Its explosion was humongous, for them to be adequate in demolishing such a mighty beast on its run to escapade, dragging him back to the four legged beast’s vicinity.

(jab!)

Deino Gunnar’s right hand got caught in the trifle of the four-legged’s golden axe. The opponent, similar to the humiliation in their previous contact, does a small dose of power to the leaning-down beast as soon as it has the time to do so.

(s***h!)

“Graa!”

A foe in delight, indeed. Zeno Gunnar has now been vulnerable to elimination by the finale of his father’s mobility. Being arm-less, Deino Gunnar could no longer handle the Golden Greatsword’s might. The zombie was struggling to stand up, even, making Deino Gunnar’s effort to rise himself up has become a laughingstock to its own past glory.

On the other hand, Sanna’s powerful arcane capacity has been in a stalemate for about half an hour of their battle, because their master tied-up arms over the Spearman’s constant threat brought him to be absent on calling the speedster zombie to the warfare at the time.

(clang!clang!)

Towards the opponent and his considerable earnings of mourn, Sam Vratili raised one of his eyebrows in mild fashion, “How was it, master swordsman? Happy to see your pitiful zombie being smacked up?” the spearman smirked.

(click-click)

‘vigilante mode initiated.’

The man has shut down both of his zombie’s pursue on Deino Gunnar. It seemed as Sam Vratili was longed for Zeno Gunnar’s mental deprivation, and he was succeeded in making one at the time.

(Inaudible mumble)

On the opposite side, the young knight has been under state of shock. He could not response in better phrase, mumbling words of foreign in a minute of his self-induced speech.

“So, I’ve put my collections in a trance. You can have a change for that pathetic beast of yours, but nothing would change your defeat at this point.” The spearman added while painting a smug on his face at the same time. However, Sam Vratili has nothing inside his mind but pride, so he neglected the young knight’s grinding teeth of anger.

“Raahhh!”

Certainly, His father’s demise has incited a blast of fury to the young knight. No faithful children of Numonia would be overjoyed by a breeze of death from their own kind. Zeno Gunnar was strong enough to withstand an agonizing pain of beholding his families’ sufferings before, yet a second for his beloved father would be too much for his heart.

(clang!clang!)

“Whoa! Calm down, brother!”

Zeno Gunnar’s wrath wrecks havoc to Sam Vratili’s adamant assault, pushing his opponent to move a step behind for avoiding imminent danger. The spearman tried to utilise his weapon’s range versatility by a change in their distance amongst each other. At first, Sam Vratili’s choice to retreat appeared positive for his advance. He could launch a dozen input of fire towards the opponent’s stance.

(swoosh!swoosh!)

However, the young knight’s fury has overcome all sort of tight space on the heat-up tension in their combat zone. Zeno Gunnar slips out of one of Sam Vratili’s spear assault, locked it up in-between his elbow, before snatched them in entirety by using his back to pull them away.

“How cou-“

(tang!)

After denying on the spearman’s assault, the young knight has no plan to stop by and show mercy on the man. Without further protection on both of the spearman’s hands, Zeno Gunnar could have some leeway to torture him at most.

And for those effort, He chose to rip apart Sam Vratili’s right leg for making amends.

“Argh!”

“You have to be dead for my father’s sake.” A cold swirl of Zeno Gunnar’s leering stare hit him directly in the eye.

“No, I don’t want to-“

The young knight halted Sam Vratili’s reasoning immediately,“I don’t wish for any explanation from you.” He said, putting a puncture to Sam Vratili’s other leg,” It’s just your debt to die.”

(jab!)

Zeno Gunnar squashed the spearman’s other side in a single strike of the black sword.

“Argh!”

A true knight has learned on compassion and forgiveness towards a miserable state of their foe. They have to figure on when to end their pursue against somebody’s fate. For a knight to pay a crime by harassing a weapon-less enemy, they would be punished accordingly.

Today, Zeno Gunnar has none of those ethical code. Sam Vratili was dying under such hurtful blood loss, and the young knight became his menacing felon to arrest.

“Now, you have to be decapitated, too, Sam Vratili.” He mumbled in deathly gaze.

Of course, the young knight has known of the man’s death.

(tang!)

Out of the blue, Somebody has intervened Zeno Gunnar’s attack to his opponent’s throat. One round shield has been flung and received the young knight’s impending m******e in the nick of time.

(roll-roll)

Before it drives out off their reach, a toddler-size speedster zombie has coming down to retrieve the shield in haste.

(snatch!)

In Zeno Gunnar’s observation, there are two of them on the route towards Sam Vratili’s leaning body. The first was formed under small-frame of a speedster zombie who was on the trail to return the shield to its owner, the second, which was arriving with a dagger on the left palm shortly after.

The unknown intruder pats the man’s corpse on the neck, “Sam? Ah, he’s dead...”

No other person would be responsible than Zeno Gunnar at this point. The unknown assassin-caped human survivor investigated on the young knight’s smear of blood, scrutinized it closely in an instinct of warfare. A zombie’s blood would never be boiled in red. Most of them has a rather-green kind of plasma within their vessel, so it should make no way of the splattered blood to be counted from a dead man’s flight.

For that, the stranger unsealed his second weapon to attack, stripping them both for a fight before him. Other than the regular dagger of the left, Zeno Gunnar’s foe has a form of meandering-designed knife on the right. Being an inexperienced warrior of the war, the young knight has based on his knowledge in theory of the weaponry’s craftsmanship.

Most of the thriving warriors of the battlefield introduced them as keris, one dagger of mythical universe on the other continent’s arsenal of damage. Some has said of its legend by telling of how it could fly directly to their opponent’s foul heart, with numerous Numonia’s elders speech for their children to keep away from it at all cost.

And then, the mysterious cape-person murmured a line of word to the dagger.

“He has a wretched mind, Samila. Hunt him down.”

(rustle-rustle)

It levitates on the cape-person’s hand, before then following the master’s order straight away. The golden dagger glides to Zeno Gunnar’s direction in extreme velocity. Of course, the young knight could no longer keep an eye on its trail, so he chose to stay in guard stance for mitigating the steel’s upcoming.

(jab!)

A missed shot. Zeno Gunnar has one of his leg punctured by the wandering needle. Before he could react, the knife has pierced on another.

“Ugh.” The young knight mumbled shortly. He appears in acceptance of death, looking towards the caped enemy’s position in his smile,” I am apologize, Sanna. You have to wander this world on your own.”

(tap-tap-tap)

“Not on my watch, buddy.”

(boom!)

Without prior warning, a form of meat-shield frame has enveloped Zeno Gunnar’s field of vision before the knife could enter his heart by staggering force of power. It was blown up right after an unknown person's disembark. At the same time, however, the young knight’s power has been depleted.

He has no energy left to stay awake.