Watching from a distance, three men kept their focus on the fight. They had on red overcoats with a golden emblem.
"It's no surprise what this generation is producing." One of them spoke.
Their faces were rather blank and they all looked the same. Although height and size wise, they were different. But features of blonde laid back hair, brown eyes and even the scar on their jaw was similar.
"What a shame, I can sense their mana." One of them sighed disappointedly. "They are knight material."
On the platform, Kiyan laid on the floor with parts of his clothes torn from the cuts he received from a blade or blades he never saw. He bled from each wound, giving the brown wooden floor a crimson design.
He was breathing heavily as blood dripped from his face. His broken jaw was even more damaged now. He stared at the person who cast a shadow over him. The smile he had on was quite annoying.
"Giving up already?" Chandrel asked. He raised a brow as he grinned looking down at Kiyan.
The stage began to rumble. The audience began banging on it with their fists, cheering and shouting.
"Get up! Get up!"
"Finish him Chandrel!"
They yelled in support.
Chandrel placed a knee on the side of Kiyan and lifted his fist to hammer down at Kiyan.
"There it is," Kiyan smiled seeing a reflect of light from a well hidden small blade in the fist of Chandrel.
"Let's end this." Chandrel's grin grew wider. He sung his fist down hard.
"Huh?" A few inches from Kiyan's face, his hand was grabbed.
Kiyan looked up at Chandrel. While one's smile vanished, it grew on the other one.
Kiyan's palm was bleeding while he held Chandrel. It was cut once more. He squeezed his fist tightly causing the blade to cut deep into Chandrel's arm.
"Aarghhh!" He shouted and pulled away with the might he could muster. He dropped the blade as soon as he got up and held onto his arm. The crimson flow of life essence began leaving his palm through the deep cut, pouring all over the floor.
"Is he okay? So much blood is been spilt here!" One of them said with concern.
"Please, with how much blood that's leaving that newcomer from the different cuts, it's the same really." Another replied nonchalantly.
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…" Lecter was chewing away at his nails.
Kiyan saw his opening.
He immediately rose to his feet and moved forward. He stretched forth his arm and hit Chandrel across the chest knocking him down to the floor hard. The platform shook.
Chandrel coughed up blood on impact. He writhed in the pain that went down his spine.
Kiyan picked him up by his neck and slammed him down again causing a crack on the platform.
*BAM! BAM! BAM!...
Chandrel body was being dropped repeatedly by Kiyan till the point a hole was made in the platform.
Kiyan lifted him up once more and looked up at him. Chandrel's arms fell at his sides. His feet dangled in the air.
Kiyan had realized the blades were in Chandrel's clothes, so he continually slammed him across the floor causing the blades to cut into his skin. Now Chandrel's grey coloured clothes had tints of red everywhere.
As he was lifted above kiyan's head, blood fell from his body to the floor. He was bleeding from head to feet. Some of his blades had fallen off.
"He dominated so quickly." Someone said with his mouth hanging open.
"Awesome match!"
"Finish him! Finish him!" They cheered for Kiyan. Chandrel might have been the favourite to win, but they wouldn't deny that someone went past all his blade cuts and could keep up with his speed as well. Their strength was clearly unmatched as well.
Kiyan left Chandrel to fall to the floor.
Chandrel dropped to his knees. He was barely conscious and could hear nothing but an eerie ringing in his ear. The only thing he had on sight was his opponent, Kiyan.
Chandrel staggered to his feet trying to keep himself going. Kiyan kept looking at him and just grinned.
"Take this back!"
Kiyan stomped his left foot on the floor and gave a straight devastating kick to Chandrel's jaw. Blood splattered all over the place. Chandrel was lifted in the air with his head pushed back. He fell to the wooden floor. Everyone watched as if it happened in slow motion.
*Thud...
Chandrel hit the floor and was no longer moving.
"He's... He's out," they said in disbelief.
"He got a taste of his own dirt kiss," said another.
"I can't believe it. Jarett and Chandrel both..."
"And the winner! The newcomer Kiyan!" The announcer said.
The audience was silent for a while but then slowly started clapping. Cheering and whistling they cheered the fight they just witnessed. Raten and Kiyan showed up and beat their strongest in one day.
Kiyan jumped off the stage and walked towards his brother and Kiyan. Jarett and Chandrel were still out. The twins walked out as if nothing had happened. Even though the wounds on their bodies told otherwise.
"They're not normal," Lecter thought, looking at them as they walked away. He then remembered what he had seen their father do. "Should I really be surprised?"
Snapping out of his daze, he ran after them.
"Hey! Wait for me!" He hurried over to them. Even though they acted fine, they didn't look like they would make it home without passing out. So he followed just in case.
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"Agnar! Why is my store empty?!" Demas shouted at him.
"I took a little parting gift," Agnar said wiping the spit that fell on his face due to Demas' close enraged speaking.
"You took two months worth of food supply!" Demas shouted again.
"Can you stop spitting on me?!" Agnar snapped. He couldn't stand the rain of saliva on his face.
They glared at each other when the door opened to reveal two very injured boys and one unharmed clean lad standing behind them.
"Just what on earth happened to you two?!" Demas shouted looking at them.
"Oh good, you're here." Agnar said pushing Demas out of the way. "Carry those bags, I'll take these," he pointed at some arranged bags kept next to them.
"What do you mean?! Can't you see the state there in?!" Demas shouted again at Agnar's face.
"I see it. They look fine, and.. I said stop spitting on me!" Agnar slapped him across the face. He almost did a full spin from a single slap.
"Marie, bring the bandages, bring everything to me now!" Demas ordered. Marie hearing the urgency in his voice from the kitchen ran up to his medical room and brought everything she could carry.
Demas hurriedly began treating them.
"You're leaving?" Lecter asked looking at the bags.
"Just leaving this house," Raten answered while Demas was still trying to heal them up. Marie was helping as much as she could.
Lecter had explained how the twins ended up like that. Agnar was indifferent to the situation. He just sat there waiting for Demas to be done with them.
"Your bones will take some time to heal. It's a good thing not much damage was done to your jaw Kiyan. But Raten, your nose will take even longer time to heal." Demas said.
"Are you done now?" Agnar asked and got up. "Let's go." He said and picked up his bags.
Demas and Marie bid them farewell. So did Lecter after which he headed home.
"Hey chubby." Agnar called out to Lecter before he left.
"I have a name," he said inwardly.
"On top of that hill," Agnar pointed at the tallest hill in the city far off in the distance. "I want to see you there at dawn."
"O-okay Mr Silverstone." Lecter nodded shakily and left.
"That hill? We're going to live there?" Raten asked.
"Yes, we are." Agnar said. "We're going to have lots of fun!" Agnar
said with a smile and started walking ahead.
"Fun?" Raten said looking at his father's unusual, rare smiling face.
"We're dead." Kiyan said.