Chapter 43
Announcer: Can both step unto the designated area?
[Alan nervously walked towards the ring, Alan was a shy boy, short in height, he had brown hair and green eyes and wore plain slightly tattered clothes.]
Announcer: Hm...? Where's Sir, Chase?
Chase: Over here slow poke.
[Chase was sitting in the middle of the ring with a chair and table enjoying some wine, with his legs crossed.]
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Aiden: Huh?
Draven: Huh?
The Audience: Huh?
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Chase: While you were toddling up here, I had more than enough time to eat a delicious meal with wine, but the slow and weak wouldn't understand this, would you, Peasant?
He glared at Alan.
Alan: H-hi, I'm-
Chase: Silence! You're pathetic voice is ruining the flavor of my wine!
[Alan's had an expressionless look on his face.]
Alan: *Sigh...* Aren't you too young to drink? Wouldn't want you wobbling around here, some of us are trying to take this seriously.
[Everyone looked in shock, "Where was that nervousness he showed before" were their thoughts.]
Chase: So the toddler has a voice, too bad you're going to lose your teeth in a few seconds, so talk as much as you can for now.
He chuckled.
Alan: ...
Announcer: Uh...Could you please remove those from the ring?
[He suddenly stood up and used wind magic to blast the table and chairs outside the ring, where they hit someone...but that is of little importance.]
Announcer: Begin.
Chase: Don't blink...
Chase used speed magic to immediately blitz his way toward Alan but found himself stuck.
Chase: Tch, what happened?!
[He looked down and saw that he had been trapped in a thick mud puddle.]
Chase: M—Mud?!!!
Alan: I'm a commoner so I can't use much magic, but against you, my ability should suffice.
[Chase fell silent for a moment as he faced down.]
Alan: Admit it, you've been beaten.
[Chase looked up in a fit of rage.]
Chase: You dare sully my trousers, with MUD!!? Do you have any idea how much I loved these pairs!? They were my 700th favorite! Oh, the humanity!!
Alan: Uh... I didn't mean to. And technically you ran towards me.
Chase: Unacceptable!! This. Is. UNACCEPTABLE!!
Alan's POV
This guy's crazy...but he has some valuable items...the earrings his wearing could fetch me a high price, hell even his pants could be worth a lot.
I thought I could fane weak and defenseless to let him drop his guard but he was very annoying, and these types don't take too kindly to peasants like me.
Alan: Since I've Immobilized you that means I w-
Chase: [Wind magic: Tornaediic flow]
[A massive twister appeared in the middle of the ring, freeing Chase from the mud while spinning violently enough to dry and clean his trousers from the mud.]
[Alan was blasted back and hit the ground.]
Chase: You...
Alan: Tch!
Chase: You made me use my elemental magic to free myself from you... UNACCEPTABLE!!
Alan's POV
Looks like I've gotta fight this incredibly powerful weirdo.
[Chase dipped his hands into his pocket and brought out a pair of gloves with diamonds on the knuckles.]
Alan: Wait, Announcer, is that even allowed?!
[The announcer didn't reply.]
Alan: Shit...!
Chase gave Alan an unnerving smile.
Chase: I'll make it slow enough that you'll suffer, I originally planned on just kicking you out(Very hard) but you've committed three major offenses;
1) Staining my 700th Favorite pair of trousers...
Alan's POV
Why is he very specific about the number? And that's not even his top 10 favorite.
Chase: Two!! Forcing me to use a fraction of my magic to free myself...
Alan: ...
Chase: Three!!! ... You're a peasant who thinks too highly of himself...
Alan: I-Gahh!!
[Before his words left his lips, he was hit 50 times in the stomach by Chase.]
Alan fell to his knees...
Alan: What the hell happened?!
[Chase grabbed him by his hair and raised his face and said;]
Chase: I'll make you suffer before I throw you out of the ring. Try not to pass out.
Alan: Mud magi- Argh
[Alan was getting beat up at hyper speed, before he could react he has already received many devastating blows from Chase and his Diamond knuckles gloves. No one could see what was going on in the ring all they could see was Alan being viciously assaulted by blows from all directions and him bleeding from those points of impact but Chase himself couldn't be seen...]
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Draven: Woah! What's going on in there?!
Aiden: Hm? You can't see it?
[Well... Almost No one...]
Draven: You can?
Aiden: Yeah, my dad once used similar magic like this, but he was wayy faster, compared to him everyone else is slower.
[Chase stopped beating up a very wounded Alan.]
Chase: Do my ears hear correctly?! UNACCEPTABLE!!
Alan (In a faint voice): W...what...now?
[Chase looked at him and used wind magic to violently blast him outside the ring.]
Announcer: Winner, Sir, Chase-
Chase: Hold on a second.
Announcer: B-but you won.
Chase: You there, with the grotesque hair-do, repeat what you just said.
Draven: I think he's talking about you.
Aiden: Me? I thought he looked in a mirror or something.
Draven: Heh, Nice reverse.
Chase: You claimed someone was faster than I? UNACCEPTABLE!
Aiden: Hahaha!
[Aiden laughed.]
Chase: And what do you find amusing?
Aiden: I'm sorry, but that "UNACCEPTABLE!!" thing is really funny.
Chase: Fallen Nobel, You claim I'm second best to a common old man and now mock me?! That is truly UNACCEPTABLE!!
Aiden: He's not that old, he should be in his late thirties or early forties... I think.
[Aiden has no idea how old his dad is.]
Chase: Come down here and prove that you can keep up with me if your father is ever so faster.
Aiden: No! I don't wanna, Humph!
[Before anyone could blink Chase was already next to Aiden.]
Draven: Ahh! When did you get here?!
Chase: Is this a joke to you?!
Aiden: Yes.
Aiden said with a smile.
Chase's POV
He didn't seem phased at all. UNFORGIVABLE!!
Chase: Go down to that ring and fight me, Commoner
Aiden: Still don't wanna. You can't make me, bleehhh!!
Chase: Acting like a child? UNFORGIVABLE!!
Announcer: Please refrain from unruly behavior Sir, Cansi.
Chase: I demand to fight this boy with the unfortunate hair.
Aiden: Tch! What's with everyone and my hair?!! Compared to yours mine is a masterpiece!
Chase: Do not compare that unsightly blemish to my majestic mane.
Draven: Delusions are a wonderful thing, aren't they?
Aiden: Ha! Fax.
Chase: Sir Lucius... You're on friendly terms with this fool?
Aiden,( Not sarcasm): My feelings...
Draven: He may be a fool...
Aiden: Hey...
Draven: ...But he is an acquaintance I'm beginning to grow fond of.
Chase: Taking in as a servant, eh? I understand. That is ACCEPTABLE!!
[Chase immediately went to the ring.]
Chase: I apologize for the disturbance that Aiden caused, I believe I won.
So now our school is going to be taking in one less trash.
[He picked up Alan one-handed.]
Chase: Hmph! Worthless.
Aaron: Please, Stop it! You've already done enough!
Aaron ran down from his stand and held the injured Alan in his arms.
Aaron: Please...stop hurting my brother.
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Aiden: Brother, huh...?
Draven: It's cruel watching your family getting beat up like that isn't it?
Without turning his head Aiden's gaze was directed at Draven.
Aiden: Do you have siblings?
Draven: I...do not, I'm an only child.
He faced back at the ring.
Aiden: Then you wouldn't know how that feels...
Draven: Hm...?
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Chase: Trash should stay where they belong... in the gutters.
Aiden: That's not where trash belon-Mmph.
[Draven covered Aiden's mouth to avoid more conflict that his words would have caused.]
Draven: Ew, did you just lick my hands?!
Aiden: Hehe.
[Chase went to his seat, and Aaron took Alan to one of his teammates to help heal him since the school won't attend to his brother.]
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Armin: Something the matter?
Chase:Yes ...I want someone else to know their place is at the gutters as well... Aiden brightfil...
[Aiden has successfully made a new enemy!]