Running up the stage, was their little announcer. He lifted the arm of the winner of the match in the air.
"We have our winner, Raten!!" He announced and everyone cheered.
Getting off the ground was Jarett being helped up by his friends.
"That was entertaining and surprising. You usually don't get this hurt." Standing by his side, a boy with blonde hair tied in a pony tail, putting on white robe with a club in his hand, spoke.
"Now I have more will to get stronger." Jarett said looking up at Raten when he saw another walk up to him. "Twins? Am I the only one seeing this or they actually look pale?"
"I guess I wasn't imagining things." Lecter spoke from behind Jarett. He too, from the first day he met them, noticed the look of their skin, but chose to say nothing.
"I didn't think you still watched this, Lecter." Jarett said trying to get up on his feet but failed.
"I came to watch them." Lecter pointed at the stage.
Shoving Raten off to the side was his brother.
"Yeah, yeah, you did well. I want some action." Kiyan said. Turning to their 'announcer', he asked, "I can pick anyone I want to fight, right?" To which he nodded.
"Okay then," he rubbed his palms together searching the crowd of children. A smile etched on his face when he found his opponent. "You with the freckles," he pointed at the blonde boy with the club.
"Hm?" The boy raised a brow.
"Let's give the people a match." Kiyan smiled.
Everyone turned to look at whom he pointed at.
"Chandrel?" One of them called out his name.
"If he is as good as his brother, then, this will be another amazing fight." Another spoke with a wide grin.
"Come on. You're wasting time." Kiyan, not being able to hold the excitement, groaned as Chandrel remained unmoving.
Glancing at Jarett, he said "I will prove finally that I'm better than you." Slowly making his way up the stage, Chandrel kept his gaze fixed on Kiyan.
Now standing face to face, both boys readied their weapons. Chandrel held his club while Kiyan held onto the handle of a wooden stick that ran up his arm till his elbow. Unlike his brother who used just his fists, Kiyan always kept his tonfas strapped around his waist.
"Ready on the left ?!" the announcer boy pointed over at Chandrel.
"Ready." He replied, a smile creeping up his face.
"Ready on the right ?!" he pointed over at Kiyan.
"Ready." He answered with a grin.
"Fight!"
Kiyan stood still rotating his tonfa back and forth. Chandrel held his club over his shoulder. They both just stared at each other. The onlookers couldn't tell if they were waiting for the other to attack or they were just hesitating. It looked more like the latter was the right thought.
"Shall we?" Chandrel said and swung his club hard at Kiyan who lifted his arm with his tonfa covering his forearm, he blocked the hit.
"We shall." He smiled. Moving the tonfa on his free hand, he rotated it forward to whack his opponent on the head. As the tonfa neared, Chandrel moved swiftly, striking it hard with his club knocking the tonfa off Kiyan's hand. He struck again at the other arm, causing the release of the second tonfa. He didn't slow down, swinging the club at Kiyan's head.
Seeing the club coming his way, Kiyan ducked and landed a punch to the mid-section of his opponent. Standing to his full height, he received a hit to his gut by the swing of a club. Another to his back and to the gut again till he dropped to his knees. Chandrel swung his club one more time.
Raising his hand, Kiyan held the club stopping it from advancing further. Getting up on his feet, he delivered a blow to his opponent's face causing a release on the club. Kiyan then pulled the club forcefully and threw it on the floor.
Glaring at each other for a while, the first to make a move was Chandrel. He readied his fists and went on the attack. Punching from all sides, he hit nothing but air. For as swiftly as he swung his fists, Kiyan avoided them. Going under Kiyan swung his leg, knocking Chandrel off his feet.
Chandrel got up, only to receive a kick to the head. Still, he didn't stay down. Getting up almost immediately, he was infuriated by the smile on Kiyan's face. Sprinting forward, he went for a punch. Moving to the side, Kiyan avoided it and ended up receiving a kick to the side of the head. Picking up his club, he stood staring at Kiyan, who had fallen and grabbed hold of one of the tonfas that was close to him.
Now both standing face to face, Chandrel, spun his club in his hands, while Kiyan did same with his tonfa. He moved his body up and down slightly as if warming up.
Going on the attack this time, Kiyan moved the tonfa which he held on his left arm a bit low, so he could use his fists. Soon as he was close enough, Chandrel swung his club at him. Lifting his arm, the hit was blocked with his tonfa while he delivered a blow to the chin of Chandrel.
Flung to the side was the head of Chandrel. Turning around, he landed a hit on Kiyan's gut with his club. This time harder than the last. Kiyan, feeling like he could spew everything in his system, was down to a knee.
"That must have hurt." Lecter flinched after witnessing the hit.
"Well, he wanted some action." Raten gave a slight chortle.
Raising his head, it was flung back by a kick from his opponent. Falling back, Kiyan picked up the second tonfa and got on his feet again. Chandrel, not wasting time, swung his club at Kiyan which he avoided.
Standing directly in front of his opponent, Kiyan hit him on the head simultaneously with both tonfas. Not relenting, he dealt blows after blows at Chandrel. His face, chest, gut, was being pounded. With every hit, the little audience seemed to roar louder with their cheers.
Holding onto his club tighter he swung it at Kiyan's head. Not noticing the club on time, Kiyan couldn't avoid it and resorted to blocking. Still, he was too slow as the club had already connected with his head, sending him tumbling away, landing face first on the floor.
Chandrel licked the blood off his burst lip as he stood watching Kiyan struggle to get up with blood slowly trickling down his forehead.
Everyone watching was surprised that Kiyan was still conscious after receiving a hard swing to his head. Everyone apart from his brother. Compared to the hits they've received from their father, Chandrel's was nothing.
Now on his knees, Kiyan held his tonfa tightly, his breathing unsteady.
Chandrel then made his move. Now in front of his opponent, he needed at least one more swing to end it. He swung his club aiming for the mid-section only to receive a kick to his mid section. Standing upright, Kiyan used his tonfas to hit Chandrel multiple times on the head and chest.
Chandrel staggered to his feet, seeing Kiyan make another swing, he moved and went for a punch. His hand was caught by Kiyan who pulled him in and punched his face and in the process, broke his nose. Blood gushed out of it but Chandrel didn't mind it as all he had on his mind was how he would he win.
The audience seeing how he bled cheered louder for he wasn't backing down. Whistling and clapping, they urged them to carry on. Both boys just stared at each other unmoving. It seemed Kiyan hadn't truly gotten himself after the hit to the head and Chandrel was trying to keep himself going. Both thinking of a way to get an edge over the other.
Chandrel was the first to make a move. He hoped to land a kick on his opponent. But Kiyan moved back and hit him with the tonfa on the face. In turn, he swung his club hard at Kiyan's gut. He fell on his knees and clutched onto his midsection only to receive another hit to the back.
"AARGHHH!" He let out a cry and fell flat on the floor.
He turned now laying belly up, he saw Chandrel upon him, going for a double stomp to his chest. Rolling out of the way, he avoided it. Chandrel hit the floor. Knowing this was not the time to groan, Kiyan immediately got on his feet, letting go of his weapons he readied his fist.
He might have loved using his tonfas, but nothing beats using his fists and feet. Both boys sprinted towards each other. Chandrel swung his club at Kiyan's head again. He ducked just in time and landed a blow.
Kicking the club out of Chandrel's hand, he punched and kicked him repeatedly. Now down on his knees, Kiyan delivered one last kick to the side of Chandrel's head. His head flung to the side and he collapsed on the floor.
Looking at him for a while, it was clear Chandrel was out.
The onlookers cheered the Victor, Kiyan. He then fell on the platform as well. His back, head and gut were causing him much pain.
"I said you and Jarett took it too far. But, these two.. just why did they fight that way." Lecter said to Raten. "And these maniacs enjoyed it."
Raten made his way to the platform to give his brother a hand. He neared and realized Kiyan had passed out, probably from the bleeding from his head. As he helped his brother up, he noticed Jarett lifting Chandrel in his arms. The four of them stood across the stage from each other, with only two aware and the other two, passed out.
The little audience popped as a shrieking sound of cheers and whistles came from them. The four people that took their entire sparring game to the next level. Never before had they seen much blood or anyone pass out during a match, today, they did. Though they were glad their champions gave the challengers a beating, they couldn't deny the twins did make known their prowess.
Turning away with his brother on his back, Raten left the stage limping, he walked off heading home. Jarett took his friend, Chandrel in his arms and left as well.
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Author here: Sorry for the slow updates. More chapters will come in, and more often as well.
Still a novice here, you can point out my mistakes in the comment section.
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