The Zombie Tournament

Act 38 : The past memories

The young knight heard of the information up close and gotten ill of the person that Damon has told. Valentino Rosta is in Militistaro at the moment. It is quite overwhelming for Zeno Gunnar to meet his sworn-enemy in the second day of the game. Unprepared and surprised of the circumstances that appeared, The young knight thought, for his father’s late rival to meddle with political affairs of the city and pretending to take none of such things in private.

Nevertheless, Zeno Gunnar has to grab the opportunity as it comes. He will never dismiss any fruitful prospect and pretended that it is arrive to no avail.

Under his cluttered weave of considerations, Zeno Gunnar speaks to the receiver once more in curiosity,”Please describe it as much as you can find, Damon. When exactly they will arrive?” He muttered. Against the young knight’s solicitation, Damon paused for a bit. A dimmed sound of humming entered Zeno Gunnar’s perception, might be derived from the half-zombie’s own thinking engine when profoundly listening to the foe’s radio transmission nearby.

“Hello?”

Damon fell in silence. Of course, it makes Zeno Gunnar a little bit concerned and twiddling his fingers in precaution. A glimpse of rustling noise from Damon’s ankle emerged, brought the young knight to fall astonished under his considerable focus. Even a small hurdle of the half-zombie’s distressed exhale incited him to jump aloft.

“They are still on the way.” Damon finally spoke off after awhile,”The commander estimated it will be at dawn.”

“Roger. How’s the whole quadrant inspection going for you?”

Damon left it unanswered yet again. Before the young knight could question of his disappearance, the half-zombie sent him a number of pictures to the wristwatch.

“Cover my six, Zeno. I’ll going home.” Damon requested,”I still can do it by myself, but I don’t know if there’s another malformed ones close to me.”

“Malformed?”

(bzzzt)

Damon runs back into the obscurity for a dime to go back. There is no time to hang out in this place any longer. A midnight howl from the pack of wolves sheltered his agile movement around the camp. Nobody is in sight to be dodged out anyway, but the half-zombie’s mind is still alerted.

“Shucks, someone’s up close to the south.” Damon mumbled,”I have to run across the left-“

(tap-tap-tap-tap)

His wristwatch goes bleeping red anytime it has an encounter upon the pre-estimated walkway to travel. The camp’s tidy placement seemed a permanent one to venture. They have laid down every single tent in alignment to each other for a steady walkway on the middle. Easy to follow, but also more than feasible to barge into by anyone who wished a spy challenge in their life for once.

(swoosh)

Damon chose to dash across the left side of an intersection before him, as explained in forewarn by the wristwatch. He took a glance to the presumed threat behind, and it is the three guardsmen of earlier encounter that showed up. The half-zombie’s image was nothing but a beer’s hallucination against their normal vision. He was no way but a myth to their commoner’s feat, or an abomination for their conscience at most.

Until another row of danger appeared in straight direction before him. Three more guards were walking down the lane in sluggish motion. In estimation of their intention, They ought to report of any sightings that they have found in their shift before passing away the baton to the next in line.

“....”

(swoosh)

Of course, Damon’s thundering speed was staggering to oppose. He walk sideways across the tight gap, still in haste. The three guards before him were too tired to even noticed of the half-zombie that was getting past them earlier. One of them yawned, only to be followed by a slight stumble because of a rock down below.

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It is the day to behold, so they have been awaken after nearly three hours of sleeping. Damon has disclosed everything of his findings to the group when arrived. At seven, Valentino Rosta will enter Militistaro’s soil alongside a carriage, which was presumed to be the Queen’s child imprisonment. Valentino Rosta’s convoy will leave to Altagrada immediately afterwards for a reason unknown.

But, Zeno Gunnar has learned of the promise in the past. The young knight has to be triumphed against him for Sanna or losing his little brother for eternity.

They have two exact options to prevail in this objective. Firstly, they could oppose Valentino Rosta’s convoy right before the blood sage makes it to the border’s entrance. This is quite a risk-taker plan for them to bring into reality. A bunch of Militistaro’s guards in the outside camp will surely become the pain to their plan, as well, to add of Valentino Rosta’s fearsome ability to dwell against.

Secondly, They have to postpone and putting a station to the four gates for maintaining cognizance of the carriage’s pathways. Valentino Rosta will never touch the shortcut tunnel of the west. He needs to fly around the mountain range for reaching Altagrada, which means an extra cost of energy to burn and also a reversal to make. The blood sage’s preferences will be the northern ones, even though they have no reason to deduct its probable ways to go forth.

However, it all goes well in plan until they realized of something troublesome. The hostage’s safety is in peril. Her life is still within danger and having possibility to get its penultimate end. Their decision to delay would bring her to the death table, regardless of the political turmoil that occurred between Frandemulo and Militistaro for the time being.

(beep-beep)

“The target is around three o’clock direction from our space.” Frank Terino shadowed the carriage’s steady drive across the tunnel,”They will be reaching bad proximity in around three minutes from now.”

Tonado’s group was leaning down beneath the loaming soil of the forest. They were hidden under the leaves of acacia tree in just a few hundred meters away from their target and cleared themselves behind the bush. Frank Terino posted himself on the top of the waterfall and using Rudolfo’s long-range weapon to assist. The man’s living dead, Goni, stays adjacent to its owner’s position to assemble a bomb shower from his mortar cannon whenever being called up for a scramble.

“Let’s go, then. Blitz operation commenced.” Zeno Gunnar murmured to the helmet’s receiver,”Remember, take everything inside that wagon and leave after four minutes, agreed?”

Damon, his sole partner of the raid, affirmed it with a smile,“Confirmed.” He nodded. On the other way around, Tanya Rushdi puts her own range attack partners and arcane-infused magician to support them from afar. She has no speed to occupy in this particular aggression, but still could influence domination by using her own squad to the battle.

Deino Gunnar and Giga has been immersed in red-powered energy for this sole mission. The legendary warrior wields both of his artifact weapon to both palms. On the other hand, Giga brings the purple sword ‘Kinukage’ for his methods to slice down a beast. Their domineering strength will be useful to counter-act against any supportive vestments from Valentino Rosta’s unknown cohort, made themselves valuable to the ranks at the time.

As for the lion-zombie, Zeno Gunnar keeps it at bay for future mission ahead. It is a rare specimen to many people abroad, and they will be hunted if the young knight dared to show it up so early in the game.  

“Ready when you are.” Tanya Rushdi added as she finished on putting some of the instructions to her wristwatch. She concentrates herself to the augmented tabs, laying some of the prompts on delay,”Do I have to use Rio’s power, too?”

“Nah, that fist-fighter zombie will be useless.” Zeno Gunnar answered in brief,”Now start the engine, Tanya!”

(tap-tap-tap)

‘Wind blows mode initiated.’

Tanya Rushdi’s magician zombie unleashed a massive gust to propel their melee warriors up front. It promotes dexterity to their back as soon as the current hits. Zeno Gunnar and Damon’s swiftness has been endorsed by the wind, as much, making them faster than ever to reach the wagon at most.

“Graaaa!”

Indeed, Deino Gunnar and Giga’s raging speed has been bolstered by the wind’s harrowing force consequently. The legendary warrior’s position on the left makes him capable of reaching the automatic control of the wagon on the front side. However, Zeno Gunnar would never be able to put such intricate command, hence the two human survivor’s early lead to the wagon’s door.

(tang!)

“Heh, you’re coming far too early, Herr Gunnar. What’s the matter?”

Zeno Gunnar and Damon’s initial advance were halted by a sudden disembark of the blood sage. One of his renowned blood mirror intrudes Damon to dash forward. The young knight stays shut ahead of his target and keeping himself in focus. He has mission to accomplish, and his dead father will condemn him if any emotional baggage is taken part in their warfare.

(tang!tang!)

The young knight released the blue aura for two instances of powerful strike to his opponent’s stance and brought him out of bounds by the force implied. Being obstructed along the way, Zeno Gunnar could easily laid out his maximum effort to bash without any chance to dismiss. In the blitz operation that they mustered, a split second is deemed as worthy to the entire strategy, and it is a waste of stamina if they decided to trade blows against durability of a blood sage.

“Ugh, you do an extension to those brawn of yours, correct?” Valentino Rosta getting up from the ground, slightly troubled to make it up for once. He was pummelled hard to more than two hundred meters because of Zeno Gunnar’s abrupt assault and being thrown out of their reach. A time for the two assailant for their objective, indeed, as the blood sage would have a hard time to closing in seconds after.

Yet, The blood sage’s mirror image is there to aid its master in grieving situation. Its agility is enough to manage on fighting against Damon eye-to-eye. Nevertheless, the solid-red blood is still vulnerable to be attacked. Damon’s blue-eyed speed has also been increased immensely by the time that passed. His keris is glowing up brighter in every wound that the mirror image has felt.

(s***h!s***h!)

Eventually, the table has turned to the favor of half-zombie mere seconds later. Before both of their main musclebrain arrived, Damon has seeped in liters of blood and wrapped it up for his own vitality and enhancement to his dexterity by the moment of their brawl. A speedster zombie is one of the only living dead that replenished their energy by drinking, one awful enemies of the blood sage and their forte in bending a clot of red for their own bidding.

(jab!)

One strike landed to the blood image on top of its forehead. The force of jab from his keris made its whole solidity losing constraints and gradually liquefied against Damon’s attack. Instead of pouring down to the soil, the half-zombie’s keris sucked some of them into its own metal structure until it is entirely sipped within the curve.

“Do I have to kill that low-level critter for you, Zeno?” Damon smiled a little,”It seems I’m his natural enemy at some point. How’s that a problem to you?”

“No, he’s far more powerful than that. Stick to our goals and run.” Zeno Gunnar answered and sprints to the bronze door of the wagon.

(s***h)

In a simple horizontal slice of Zeno Gunnar’s meteorite sword, the door goes unlocked. Inside the chamber, a sight of beaten-up gal has come into the young knight’s view. Without much to say forward, Zeno Gunnar quickly tears down the shackle and grabs her out from the metal wagon afterwards.

“Smash it out, father!” Zeno Gunnar yelled,”Frank, bombard them with your mortar!”

(bam!)

Deino Gunnar and Giga thumped down the wagon by their combination of rigorous strength. Its vigor blasted those away to the blood sage’s direction, barely hitting his face in the process. In a short pause afterwards, Frank Terino’s mortar zombie showered them all with its continuous strike.