"Many Eons passed and we never encountered other lifeforms amongst other planets. They call themselves 'Humans.' They say they come in peace but I feel there presence here is intended differently..."
(Shick) I stood without a smile as I was victorious at hunting yet again. Though I wasn't hunting to eat this caylshia, I was going to use it as a bet for the fight I was attending in the next few movements of shadow. I walked over to it, picked up the other half of my spear and carried it over my shoulder. The tentacles on it's mouth dangled as it gargled its last breath, and it's hooved feet drug the ground seeing as it was taller than I, though I had no problem carrying it. I began walking back to the village. A few Zexcha flew over my head, but they do not irritate me like they do everyone else. The beast I had killed started bleeding worse than before and it leaked down the spear and onto my jet black fur. It made my fur clump together and turned it a really dark purple. I did not mind it, I continued walking; weaving around the trees, and following the scent of herbs that we cook with our meat.
Shortly after arriving to the village, the gate opened and my people bowed respectively. I saluted them the hand sign the hunters give off when they are successful. I placed my right hand across my chest and made a fist over my heart, then followed up with the Schexlian fire hand over my forehead, and pulled my spikes forward to finish the salute. They stood and I relaxed my spikes, and extinguished the flame on my right hand. I continued through, the blood from the beast leaking on the ground behind me, showing my path. I walked to the middle of the village and slammed my spear into the ground with the beast still on it.
"I place my bet, and I'm ready to fight!" I shout in the native Schex tongue, which sound like a series of gutteral screams and roars.
The male that challenged me stepped out and shoved a bounded woman to the ground.
"If you can beat me the woman is yours, but if I win I get your throne, this womans life, your Caylshia and your rank." He used the language outside of the village. He was an outcast I could tell, he only had two spikes, where us Schex born had three spikes, unless female then we had eight.
He had beaten the woman badly, she was bleeding from her left ribs, and her eyes were extremely grey instead of moonlight white. I felt some fury in me, but I brushed it aside to keep calm. I removed my cape, drooping over my right arm, and tied it to my staff indicating it as part of the bet. The cape showed all, what I was. Cheif of the military, Master of all three kinetics, and an a Veteran of war. It was painted with blood and tattered slightly at the bottom, but you could still make out the insignia of our Planet.
I walked to him, the silk garments that covered me from the waist to mid thigh waving from the wind, and shining from the sun. I stopped in front of him, just out of arms length.
"Call your rules, outcast." I said calmly
"No shapeshifting, no kinetics, and no weapons. All Close Quarters Combat. Fight to the death." He said in the outcast tongue.
I nodded in agreement. He nodded then stepped back and put his hands up in a right handed Schexlian Electrokinesis fighting stance. His right hand was close to his chest, and palm up to channel electricity from your core, his left hand out from him and palm down to draw electricity from the air to recharge your core.
I stepped my right foot back, my pronged toes directly across from my heel. I lifted my hands in the air, closed, my right hand drawn back to the middle of my chest, my left hand away from me, but bent at the elbow with my knuckles level with my shoulder.
He squinted and threw a gouge with his right hand, causing him to stretch out. I opened my left hand, directed his hand away from me, and grabbed it with a death grip. I opened my right hand, curled back my wrist and curled my fingers to my second knuckle, I turned my entire body down to my ankles and crossed my legs at the knees, and threw the palm heel out to his stomach, with my knuckles facing down. I pulled him into the attack with his pathetic gouge. I hit him perfectly in the pelvis, giving it a hairline fracture, but I only hit with forty percent of my strength. He fell back with a loud howl, also messing himself with urine. He curled up slightly because my fingers slapped his genitals when the palm heel hit his pelvis. He rolled over to his side clutching his abdomen, slowly getting back up. I stood still in a fighting stance facing him and looking at him.
He got to his feet, and walked back over to me in the same stance. He threw a punch this time with his left hand. I redirected it's path with a strong block, gave a palm heel to each shoulder, pushing him back slightly and knocking him off balance. I drew my left hand back to my chest and punched his groin, causing him to bend over in pain, and threw my knee up as hard as I could just as he collapsed forward. The contact from my knee, broke all of his teeth, his jaw, his neck, and sent him flying backwards fifteen feet.
I set my foot back down, with my toes even with my heel. I watched his lifeless body hit the ground and tumble backwards onto its stomach. The black blood that inhabits our body dripped from his mouth, and finally his teeth came back to the ground in pieces. I saluted him with the Schexlian Fire Hand. I picked up his body with my telekinesis and impaled it on the stakes we have set up specifically for hostile outcasts. The unlucky ones are placed in front and are still alive...barely.
I used my telekinesis again to retrieve my cape from my spear. I held the cape in my right hand, as I walked over to the woman. I lied the cape on the ground, cut the vines that held her, and set her on the cape and wrapped it around her naked body. I lifted her up and carried her in my arms, her head drooping on my arm, and her legs dangling from my other arm. I held her closely to me as I carried her to the Szachkra for healing.
Ten movements of shadow passed and she was bandaged with herbal vines, and cured from her ailment. She was breathing abnormally, and had four broken ribs, and a stab wound.
"Will she need to stay here with you, Szachkra?" I asked
"No, she can return her home village." He said with a pitch of our language that humans would consider slurring in their language.
"She is in her home village." I replied heartily.
During the ten movements of shadow I had cut the head of the Caylshia off and skinned it, along with the rest of the what you would consider snake like skin, and made a set of female clothes out of it. The head of the Caylshia was going to be her Tiara. Caylshia heads are just the perfect size and shape to fit around a female Schexlian head once the bottom jaw is removed. And their skin made perfect tributal clothes for they made our fur shine ever brighter from the black-ish purple color the Caylshia's skin was.
"Should she be woken, or should she rest?" I asked concerningly
"She needs some rest, but if she is woken up long enough to get to her hut she'll be fine. Just make sure she doesn't get hit in the chest or stomach, she's going to have problems breathing already." Szachkra said this rather quickly.
"Good enough." I muttered.
I wrapped the cape around her to keep her covered and had the tiara and clothes for her at my hut, where I was going to keep her. I picked her up gently, and carried her to my hut on top of the hill my village is built around. Everyone gawked in amazement as they saw me carry her to my hut. It was a first for any female. Most of the time I kill the male and let the female go on about her business...but I felt something special for this one. Hopefully she would feel grateful that I rescued her and will stay, but if not then I guess another female will turn up that will fall to my likings and stay. I pushed through the wooden door, and my guard snapped to a Schexlian Fire Hand salute. I continued on my way back to my bedroom. I used my telekinesis to pull the silk covers on my bed back and I lied her down gently then pulled the covers up to her shoulders. I walked over to the hammock made of silk wrapped around each other mutliple times. It hung over my head above the floor by two stakes sticking out of the walls. I climbed in it, lied on my back and fell asleep.
The End of Chapter 1