Brutal: Paws of Fury chapter 3
Author: I appologize, once again, for taking so long. I was just unsure as to how Kendo's arrival on Brutal Island should turn out. Once again, it will take time for me to write up the next chapter, so please be patient. Also, I've noticed the way this fiction has yet to receive any review comments, making it difficult to know if any parts of the fiction need work, or if the progress of the fiction is not capturing interest with fellow authors. Please comment, and tell me if my story is good, bad, or in between.
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For two days Kendo sailed, following the map's course to Brutal Island.
It was sun set, as Kendo looked to see no land in sight in any direction. Suddenly in the distance, he saw an island, barely visible by the sea fog. Using the boat's telescope, Kendo looked closely and instantly knew what it was, Brutal Island.
The island itself was covered with thick jungle. Kendo could barely make it out, but he knew he could see a mountain that stretched high into the sky. A ring of sharp jagged rocks surrounded the island, as if to warn outsiders to stay away.
Still, it took several hours for Kendo to close the gap between him and the island. As well as careful maneuvering to make it past the sharp rocks.
It was night, when Kendo at last anchored the boat on the sand beach of the island. As he jumped off the boat, he suddenly noticed a series of other boats lined and anchored to the beach. Each with a different design.
"I hope I'm not too late," Kendo said as he quickly followed a rock path which lead deep into the thick jungle.
Soon, Kendo reached the end of the path. In front of him, there stood a large temple, larger than anyone had ever seen.
Kendo walked up to the temple's towering doors, and banged its golden knockers. At first, nothing happened, but then, giving a loud creak, the doors slowly opened. The coyote nervously entered, and found no one on the other side of the door.
"Heh, must be automatic," said Kendo, who didn't believe in ghosts, but as he entered, the doors instantly slammed shut making a loud echo, like thunder.
He walked down a long dark hall, dimly lit by a few candles. As he continued down the seemingly endless corridor, he suddenly saw a much brighter light at the far left of the hall.
Kendo raced down the hall and came to a large curtain. He drew it aside, and instantly his jaw dropped at what he now saw.
"Whoa," gasped Kendo, his eyes grew wide in amazement.
It was a court yard, as large as a football field. And in the court yard, there were many warriors each of them either training, or talking to the other fighters.
Kendo stepped into the court and gazed around at the competition he knew he'd have to beat. But as he did, he didn't look where he was going, and walked right into the back of a large, hulking figure.
The figure, was a large bear and he didn't look friendly.
"Why don't you watch where you going, little dog," the bear snarled in a Russian accent.
Kendo tried not to sound nervous, " why don't you watch where you stand, tubby?"
The bear growled, angered by what Kendo had just called him. "You want to challenge me, dummkophe?"
Kendo realized he had just made a big mistake. "No no, man I was just kidding about that 'tubby' crack. I mean, to me fat people are quite…"
The bear roared in fury. "Ivan Bearoffski not fat! Ivan, is big boned!"
The bear, Ivan, stomped hard on the ground, creating a slight tremor in the temple grounds. The other fighters stopped what they were doing, and turned to see what Ivan would do to this new arrival.
"And to prove it," Ivan continued, as he glared down at Kendo in anger, "Ivan will crush little dog like twig!"
"Whoa man," Kendo said, trying to get this bear calm, "I'm sorry. I think you're very cool. Very phap."
Ivan narrowed his brow even more. "You still call Ivan fat?"
"No! I didn't say fat, I said phap," cried Kendo, but he was too late.
With a roar, Ivan charged at Kendo with raised claws.
Kendo dodged as the giant bear swung at him with his huge fists.
Tossing his pack aside, he delivered a kick to the bears gut, but Ivan only smiled, it didn't hurt one bit. Kendo delivered a series of punches and kicks to Ivan's chest, but it was like hitting a brick wall.
Kendo delivered a kick to Ivan's head, but Ivan grabbed it in a tight grip. Then, giving a smile, the bear began to swing Kendo around like an Olympic ball and chain.
As he swung around in mid air, Kendo covered his mouth, to prevent his lunch from coughing up.
"Lift off," shouted Ivan as he released Kendo's leg, and sent him flying across the temple yard, and crashing into a row of wooden Shaolin dummies.
Lying in a heap, Kendo shook himself off and rose to his feet. Ivan laughed like crazy, at Kendo's misfortune.
Kendo cracked his neck and clenched his fanged teeth in anger. He was done being Mr. nice guy. "Alright cubby, you asked for it."
Kendo charged at the bear with clenched fists. He leaped, and delivered a hard punch to Ivan's jaw, knocking him to the ground.
Ivan, shocked by the blow he had just received, turned and glared at Kendo. He felt something moving in his mouth. He spat it out; a tooth.
Seeing this humiliation, Ivan angrily raised his fist ready to strike. Kendo also raised his fist, ready to give this fat bear a major butt whopping.
The other fighters gathered around to see this battle. Kendo and Ivan charged. But before either of them could deliver a strike, the sound of a large gong rangd, and stopped them.
From the temple, stepped a grey haired, elderly llama, wearing a red robe and cloak. Kendo knew this creature was old, but he couldn't tell how old.
The creature walked up to where Kendo and Ivan were, and gazed at them with ancient eyes.
"What is this that I see," the llama asked in a stern voice, "a conflict without true reason, without true purpose. Most unacceptable, Kendo Coyote, Ivan Bearloffski."
Kendo and Ivan looked at each other in surprise, since neither of them had seen this man before in their lives, but could tell he was very serious.
Kendo, broke the silence. "Well, he started it," he complained, pointing accusingly at Ivan.
"No, he started it," Ivan shouted, pointing back, "he keep call me fat!"
"I didn't say fat, I said phap!"
"Enough," shouted the llama, clapped his hands together hard, and silenced them.
"Normally, an act such as this, can not be tolerated. However, since neither of you are familiar with the rules, I will allow this conflict to pass. Any further conflicts, and you shall immediately be disqualified from the tournament."
Hearing the message, Kendo and Ivan lowered their fists and backed away from each other.
The stranger then ordered the fighters to line up at attention.
"Welcome, warriors of all," the llama called to the competitors, "my name, is Master Dahli Llama. I am the owner of this land and 'tis I who has summoned you here. For centuries, warriors have been brought to Brutal Island, to take part in the match of ages, the Tournament of Heaven! Each of you has been chosen by the spirits of fate, for your skills, ambitions, and reasons. I know many of you will fight well, but only one shall be declared champion. Only one, shall I bestow the Golden Belt of Heaven.
Now, rooms have been assemble within the temple, where each of you shall rest in preparation for the days that shall follow the tournament. If you wish to continue your training within these grounds, then so be it. But I ask you not to over exceed your energy, for no man is immortal, even those who dare call themselves mighty. Rest well tonight, dear fighters, for tomorrow, at the rising of the sun, dawns not just the beginning of a new day, but the beginning of The Tournament of Heaven!"
With this said, Dahli Llama returned to the shadow casted temple.
The competitors began walking to the temple, to their prepared rooms, when Ivan walked up to Kendo, and whispered to him in a low voice.
"You live now, little dog. But once in ring, you dead."
Kendo simply whispered back, "better watch it tubby, you might lose more than a tooth after I'm done with you."
Then, the two rivals parted ways for their separate rooms. Kendo reached his private room, set in a Chinese styled fashion, laid down on the single cot, and went to sleep. Waiting for the beginning of the event, that would change his life.