* Emory *
* I was afraid that the matches of the second group would all be dispatched like those of the first but it seems that we are entitled to a little spectacle. In addition I had excellent interlocutors to explain to me the holdings and the end of the tournament. For those who came from cities Vincent told me everything. But what looked at the countryside a certain Lerch said it all. Lerch was mistakenly close to an Albino, but his skin was tanned enough that we didn't care. He had black hair and, according to Vincent, he is one of the fiercest warriors on the island *.
-How's the kid who got kicked out first? * I asked *. Don't tell me he's dead.
-The health committee is taking care of him, * Explained Vincent *. If he's lucky he will survive in which case ...
* A kid was thrown from the circle and hit the wall at full speed. Dagur had ejected him with his leg as he it were a soccer ball *.
-He will be denied by his family.
-Incredible is the 5th he one shot? He just broke the one shot record. * Said a spectator *.
-Idiot the record is 10/10. That the easy place 2nd.
* I don't know who made a perfect score here but Dagur looked revered. No mercy for his opponents. The previous one was a young country boy and he had ended up half unconscious. It was amazing that a kid had so much strength in his legs. I say that but on the other side there was this girl Olenna who was fighting like a bully. She had crazy strength fighting with bare hands against armed opponents and twice the size. These 10 year old kids were as strong as a teenager back home to see more. In front of her opponent she boxed but this one blocked had his sword. She had a pair of gloves to keep her from hurting herself, but she didn't relax *.
-She will eventually give in at this point.
-Stop, you're wasting your time. * Said the noble *. And your endurance.
* As she continued to dodge the blows he lifted sand with his boot to blind her and hit her on the head. By reflex she protected her head and it was her arm that caught the blade *.
-Hey this is cheating. * I screamed *.
- Just tactics. * Said Vincent *. It's over.
-You underestimate the guys from the countryside my little Vince. * Says Lerch *.
* Olenna who saw nothing made a click of tongue. Suddenly she turned her arm and grabbed the sword with her bare hands, then she grabbed her opponent by the throat and pinned him to the ground. She clicked her tongue a second time and then kicked it hard until the ref told her to stop. The fight was over and she still had her eyes closed *.
-What just happened? * I asked shocked *.
-Echo location. * Says Lerch *. Like bats, it emits a sound and the echo sends images back to it. No need for eyes when you have ears.
-It was finely played on his part indeed. * Said Vincent *.
* The little brunette had ended her fight with a few scratches and a scratch on the cheek. For his part, Dagfinn had succeeded in subduing his opponent and strangling him with his weapon. He too seemed tired *.
* The other fights ended that said most of them were no longer able to fight leaving only 4 peoples *.
-It looks like it's the hour of truth. * Said Vincent *. Serious things will start.
* The referee was about to coin Dagur's next opponent, but Olenna who seemed to be fed up with the wait stepped forward and entered the circle where Dagur was *.
-Olenna, you don't have the right ....
- Hard to wait sir. I will face him sooner or later so I say I face him now.
* The latter had his hands in his pockets and his gaze was not at all as arrogant as at the beginning, on the contrary. He was cold and murderous *.
-Yes i I like that look.
* She hopped a bit and banged her fists before throwing a few blows into the void *.
-Come over here.
-You are ready ? * Said the referee *. Start.
* They leaped towards each other at the same time. Dagur withdrew his hands from his pockets and gave a kick that hit this girl's fist causing a heavy gust of wind. But what the hell are these kids? What is this tournament? What is this island? A fascinated smile came over me despite the fear that was rising in me *.
-You are doing very dark motherfucker but I just started.
* Olenna continued the blows and each time Dagur parried them with an attack of the foot. Each impact exuded incredible force, but none of them seemed to have the advantage *.
-I'm going to break you in half. *She says*.
-Olenna seems to harbor a particular grudge towards Dagur. *I said*.
-When they were little Dagur bit him on the shoulder. * Explained Lerch *. By withdrawing his jaw he had torn the skin up to the chest, it was not beautiful to see. Since then, she has had a terrible scar.
-He? But why did he do that?
* I hear an impact then a cracking sound. I saw Dagur stepped back and avoided the punches. Rather than cash them in, he set about avoiding them *.
-Why ? I don't know he was just enraged I guess. However, the Dagur that I see today has nothing to do with that of 4 years ago.
-Indeed. * Said Vincent *. The one we see here is just a facade. A character fascinated by Sephora to keep him under control. The real Dagur Hyverson is a true wild beast who would bite anyone even the King.
-The king ? * I say amazed *.
-Exact. And to see this look this beast is about to explode.
* Olenna, who continued to hit, realized that he didn't want to fight. She stopped and took several steps back *.
-Why ? Why are you refusing the fight?
* He remained silent as a carp *.
-Is it because I'm a girl? Ah I'm stupid you don't give a fuck. So tell me ... why are you pretending you want to confront me?
* She gave him an angry look, but Dagur still didn't react *.
-Why ? Fight Dagur Hyverson. Stop with your bourgeois manners. I want to see you as you were 4 years ago. Fast, wild and fierce. The wild beast that leaps at me is ten times more terrifying than the weakling that stands in front of me.
* She jumped on him at full speed and punched her face *.
-Show us your real motherfucker face.
* The blow hit Dagur but an impressive thing was Olenna's fist which shattered. The latter gave a ball at the same time *.
-What a big patient. * tell Lerch *.
* Dagur who until then said nothing ended up sketching a sly smile *.
-Olenna ... Olennaaaaa ... Olennaaaaaa .... I remember you.
* He kicked sharply in the blink of an eye. My childish eyes saw nothing but she leapt back almost out of the circle. Blood was running on the girl's forehead which surprised her because she thought she had avoided it *.
-I remember you now. You were particularly cute at the time with your long hair and your silk dress.
* With a quick step he came up behind her and grabbed her by the hair before forcibly bringing her to her knees *.
-You cut your hair? I like short hair too.
-I didn't cut my hair for your beautiful eyes.
-So they are beautiful? * He asked smirk *.
* She wanted to hit him but he kicked her knees in the face. I'm not sure but her eyes had turned blue like some strands of her hair. Olenna bled a lot from that kick and Dagur smashed her face to the ground *.
-You should have been a farmer.
-That was before you came into my life.
She stood up and gave a blow that he easily avoided before breaking her arm with a knee. She burst into tears, screaming in pain *.
-You want to see the beast eh.
* He hit her in the face and I heard a cracking sound as if her bones were cracking. He kicked her, punched her, kicked her with a ball, uttering roars of anger. His hands were deformed like claws and his teeth had become sharp. Olenna somehow resisted punching them but Dagur barely took the time to dodge them and clawed at the brunette until one of his punches knocked her out of the arena *.
-Wow ... But it's ...
-Monstructive? * Said Vincent *. Yes it is but it is our true nature.
* Dagur jumped out of the arena and landed Sir Olenna, who was already badly damaged, had lost one eye. He sat on top of her and began to punch and claw. The referee rushed at him to stop him, but a sword stabbed him just above his heart. On his back stood a young boy from his class *.
-Dagfinn pulls back it's dangerous. * Shouted the referee *.
* Dagfinn look him with a cold but angry look *.
-You're going to stop that right now.
* Dagur turned his head in his direction and threw him away from him with a claw. Dagfinn returned to fighting stance, being on guard. But against all expectations Dagur returned to normal *.
- Looks like I didn't go dead hand. * He said smiling *. Sorry Olenna I had to make you understand that there is a world between the two of us. Come back in ten years we'll see if you interest me.
-Is that all you can think of to say after having butchered him like you did? * Said an angry Dagfinn *.
-If you feel indignant you can always console her. Your last opponent is in a coma no, why has no one had a reaction as intense as his?
* Dagur spoke like a gentleman it was bluffing. He took off his bloody coat, leaving just his white washcloth *.
-I'm going to do you a favor Dagfinn and finish you in one strike. Approach.
* In the stands everyone was attentive to what was going to happen. It was already whispering that he had no luck *.
-The albino is going to be taken apart.
-Why is everyone so sure? * I asked *.
-Because albinos are unable to use the Efrat. * Vincent explained *.
* Dagfinn stood facing his cousin who was holding his sword in both hands. Suddenly a strange aura surrounded Dagfinn and his eyes and hair turned blue. Everyone in the assembly was shocked except the parents of the person concerned *.
-Lerch what does that mean?
-It's not because no Albino has ever used the Efrat. * Said Ralph *. That all albinos cannot.
* Dagfinn rushed forward and hit Dagur with all his might. The impact created a crater in the ground. It was more violent than the blow that Olenna had delivered, lightning from the friction fired everywhere. Having said that, we were even more shocked to see that Dagur had arrested him ... with bare hands *.
-He ... stopped him? * I say completely shocked *. Who is it.....
-Look carefully.
* Dagur's eyes and hair had also turned blue showing his use of the Efrat. He was staring at his cousin contemptuously. Dagfin couldn't believe the difference in strength at their age. Even Kaleb rose from his podium with a fascinated gaze *.
-I told you Dagfinn, but at the risk of repeating myself ...
* He stuck his claws into Dagfinn's sword and with a wave of his hand he blew it into a thousand pieces *.
-There is a world between us.
*To be continued*.