"Did you tell him to do that? DID YOU?" Sarah snapped. Jason, Sarah, and I were having a little heated group discussion. "Well, if I didn't, you would have swept the floor with him," I defended. "That's exactly what was supposed to happen! Anyways, what in the world was that?" Sarah sighed, as she began calming down. "It was one of my mix-up styles. When I was younger, I used to watch a lot of fighting shows and tried mixing up two or more techniques." I recalled.
"This, my friends, was the Modified Chicken Wing Hold! This one was a mixture between the Japanese art form, Aikido, and the Joint-lock classified Hammerlock," I concluded. "The Hammer-what?" Sarah teased. "The Hammerlock, but also known as the 'Chicken Wing Hold'," I specified. "Oh, that! I remember watching that somewhere," Jason babbled. "Of course you have! But with Aikido mixed in it, helped with the element of surprise, this usually works for any hot-headed, rash bulldozer that comes at you," I added, hinting at Sarah, who was now beet red with embarrassment. "But either way, that was totally not fair!" Sarah squeaked. "I'm sorry, I won't do that again." I apologized. "Yeah, it's better if you don't," Sarah added. "So, who's next? Since first was gold, wouldn't second be silver?" I inquired. "Well, that would technically be correct, but Pride thinks since Copper and Bronze are more important than silver, he keeps them as second and third respectively," Jason explained. "Well, that's... different?" I commented. "I think the word you're looking for is abnormal," Sarah chuckled.
I looked around to find the copper-colored paper holders, but it was in vain. There were just too many people on this vast ground. Just how big is hell in its entirety? I walked around, in hopes to find the copper paper holders, and found many others instead. Pink, green, yellow, white, and a lot more. I wonder when my match begins...
Faith's been finding different ways to silent chant without letting Pride or anyone else know I can use Lucifer's magic, but so far, I can only see is Faith failing, because occasionally, she whispers out 'Devil's Might or 'Devil's Knight', and Faith's internal screams following right after. Since Jason's and Sarah's match, Faith has been trying harder and harder, and it might be taking a toll on her. Realizing what I was going to say, she quickly interrupted my train of thought. "Master, I've come really close to silent chanting, please lend me some time," Faith begged. Though I wanted to stop her from taking so much stress on her, I also needed her now, more than ever.
"We will now commence with the second round! Welcome the two duelers, Adam and Sir Lucian," Pride exclaimed, his voice booming all around, making everyone's ears ring. There were whispers, traveling through the crowd like a wildfire in the Amazon, and I managed to catch on to one of the conversations that two demons (or demi-demons, at this point, I have no clue how to differentiate between them) were having. "It's Sir Lucian? The same Sir Lucian who's said to be from the direct bloodline of the Lord himself?" One of the demons with long shabby hair asked. "Yeah, it's crazy! To be able to witness a noble dueling? We're plenty lucky!" The other demon added.
"But who's that Adam character? I've never seen him around, is he a demi-demon?" The long-haired demon inquired. "No clue, maybe he's new. Now, since that old hag Oracle gave out that dumb prophecy, every demon family out there is getting themselves a guinea pig to hopefully hit the jackpot. It's pathetic," The other demon replied. "But that other new fella, the one who actually managed to tick all the sins, he could actually be a candidate for the prophecy," The other demon added. When I realized they were talking about me, I quickly scattered away from there. From what I gathered from there, I have to steer clear from Sir Lucian, because if we were to lift off on the wrong foot, it'll surely come to bite me later. I walked over to Jason and Sarah, as the two combatants strolled over to the stage.
Sir Lucian, the one walking over from the right, with a strong resemblance to Lucifer; long, dark purple hair, tied behind his head as a small pony, bright red eyes, just like Lucifer's. He was somewhere in the realm of 5 foot 10 inches, and wore a red jacket, that complimented his eyes, with a white tie, giving it some contrast. He carried a silver rapier in his hand, and looked ready for whatever was to come. As soon as Sir Lucian was visible, the whispers turned to loud cheers and claps. "Go Sir Lucian! This will be an easy win for you!" I heard a demon (or demi-demon) say. While everyone's focus was on Sir Lucian, I looked over to his opponent, Adam.
As I looked over to the left, I saw a sunken kid, around the same age as me, with huge dark circles under his eyes, like if he was awake all his life. He had dead, lifeless eyes, pale skin, with medium-long, dull and unkept red hair. He looked 5 foot 7 inches, and wore a pitch black shirt with a broken heart on it. He carried two small bronze daggers, that were on the verge of breaking. As Adam walked, a few demons and demi-demons began giving him attention, then quickly regretting their decision. Many looked at him with disgust, while many just ignored him and fed Sir Lucian's ego.
Both of them climbed over to the stage, and took their stance. While Sir Lucian bent over a little, preparing himself for the fight, Adam just lifelessly looked over at Sir Lucian, spinning his daggers around in his fingers. "Place your bets, ya'll! Will it be Sir Lucian or Adam?" The guy who I previously deprived of cash was at it again. Before I could walk over to him to place my bet, his eyes met mine. He looked at me as I walked over to him. "Oh hell no," I heard him say under his breath. He tried escaping, but I caught up to him before he could leave.
"I'll place my bet on Adam," I announced. Every demon and demi-demon in the vicinity looked at me as if I was crazy. "Are you retarded?" I heard someone yell. "Can't you see his opponent is Sir Lucian himself?" Someone else yelled out. "A poor chump like him doesn't stand a chance, and yet you bet on him? Do you have too much money from your last bet, that you want to spend it all now?" The bet collecting guy asked, completely bewildered. He could not comprehend that someone would be stupid enough to bet on someone else when Sir Lucian himself was on the battlefield. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Like I said, it's always the silent ones that you need to be on the lookout for," I said, giving him a cynical smile as I gave him all the money I had earned from the previous bet, and walked off, leaving behind many enraged and astonished demons and demi-demons.