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Fate Twister (Redux Edition)
Act II Chapter VI
"Varo Military Academy III"
H.D. 2:00pm March 11th, 2529
"D'rok… Close the door and come to the desk" Major Vekamee said to D'rok in a casual tone.
D'rok quickly complied and stood at attention before Major Vekamee. "What is it, sir?"
D'rok looked down onto his Major. He sat behind his desk with his helmet resting beside him. "We are starting the first short skirmish this afternoon…" The Major rubbed his eyes for a moment. "The higher ups were not all that pleased with the insignificant rival you have randomly created with Recruit Nalah. They wish to test both of your strengths in the skirmish today. It will be our common room versus common room 27 where he resides…" he sighed. "I know that you and your friend are the only saving graces in the barracks. The rest of you are low mediocre and lower." He spoke softly, trying to not have his voice travel.
"Well… what would you like me to do?" D'rok asked.
"Do what you think is necessary… I know somewhere up in your skull you will figure it out." The Major stood and looked out his window for a moment to look onto the field nestled between the barracks. "I want you to blow this out of the water… Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." D'rok smiled.
"They also wish to deny your kill team form until you have a second skirmish. They don't think you will stay consistent with your performance."
D'rok simply nodded.
"You will prove them wrong?"
"Of course sir.
"Good… then get too it. The call to armory will be in 30 minutes." Major Vekamee informed him.
"Yes sir!"
"You are dismissed, Tallaham."
D'rok turned and left the office. He went back to his bunk to take a few minutes to quietly think things over while K'an and Sig currently weren't present. He spent most of the little time he had to collect his thoughts. Of course he would have to somehow be wrapped up into the politics of the academy. He suspected that there was rivalries between the Majors of each individual barracks. Maybe some sort of quota or rank standing that their jobs depended on. Of course his quiet was ended soon as K'an and Sig returned to the barracks, K'an talking loudly as always. The two came and sat immediately next to D'rok.
"There is the big guy!" K'an exclaimed. "What you up too, D'rok?"
"Not much… just waiting around." D'rok sighed.
"Well… let's go to the shooting lanes or something."
"No thanks" D'rok sighed. "We have a skirmish in a few minutes."
"No one said anything to me…" K'an looked confused. "You been givin' head to the Major again, D'rok?"
D'rok just shook his head.
As if on cue, Major Vekamee exited the office at the other end of the barracks to instruct everyone to rush to the armory for load out retrieval.
"Well then… Let's go then!" K'an got up quickly and was already on the move.
"What's gotten into him?" Sig asked as D'rok and he started quickly after K'an.
"He is crazy." D'rok sighed. "Do you not know that?"
"Well… Yeah, but you are crazy too, right?"
D'rok chuckled. "I guess I am."
The three made their way to the armory only to join a line of recruits from both common rooms 27 and 34. This of course caused some silent tension to rise as if each of the recruits of either common room seemed to try to avoid any contact with each other. Slowly but surely, one by one the line for weapons shortened. Eventually two Phantoms lowered themselves nearby, two for each of the common rooms. The Majors of each barracks stood below the specific Phantom to identify which room would go on which.
D'rok, K'an, and Sig grabbed their load outs; A Type -31 Needle rifle with a Type – 25 Plasma Rifle, a Type – 50 Beam Rifle with a Plasma Rifle, and a Type – 51 Plasma Repeater paired with a Type – 33 Needler respectably. They went to leave the armory when they ran into Malik and Titas who seemingly were waiting outside for them for some reason. D'rok rolled his eyes slightly and sighed as he stepped passed them.
"Oh? Where are you going, Tallaham?" Titas tried to tease.
"I have no time for children like you." D'rok spoke without even the turn of his head. Sig followed D'rok closely and K'an took up the rear.
"Oh, well fine then! See you on the skirmish field then!" Titas sneered as if he just had struck gold.
"Hey Tight ass!" K'an turned and smiled to him and Matik. Titas grimaced at the deliberate mispronunciation of his name. "Be sure you give your pet a treat when he does well!" K'an spat with a deep laugh.
The trio left the flustered pair for their Phantom. Once onboard they found themselves a spot they could be together towards the right mid of the craft. It was not long before the Phantom became cramped with the full 45 recruits of the barracks who were now fully armed and shaken up. Soon Major Vekamee joined them and the Phantom rumbled as it lifted higher into the air. With several sessions of mild shaking the transport was rocketing of for some destination.
Major Vekamee stood from where he held too as the craft began motion. "Welcome to your second skirmish, Recruits!" he started as he walked to the center of the craft. "This will be different from your first engagement as this is a close range skirmish. Your time allowance is two hours… Two hours to smite the enemy barracks. The map is being provided to your data pads. I hope that you brought them with you." The Major sighed as if severely bothered at something. "Good luck, Recruits!" He finished quickly before returning to where he previously was.
D'rok grimaced curiously at Major Vekamee actions. He was holding back it seemed from something as if he knew they were to lose or something. Maybe this was D'rok being paranoid, but Major Vekamee never was one to hold information on anything, lectures and physical conditioning too. Maybe this was a test of some kind; if it was, he was going to act on it.
"Alright, Recruits!" D'rok started loudly over the rumbling of the Phantom's engines. "We are going up against the barracks with the current two highest individuals attending the academy." D'rok passed Major Vekamee who was silent to what D'rok was doing. "Despite whatever rumors you have heard, do not let those two intimidate you!" D'rok looked around to see all of the recruits watching closely for what he had to say. "What needs to happen is that you need to have some sort of leader; a chain of command if you will… I propose, with all of your permission of course, to nominate myself as a mock officer for this skirmish. What do you think?" D'rok looked around for any response; stopping for no other reason besides him not being that great with speeches.
The recruits all quietly gave some sort of response. Some simply nodded and others gave 'yes sirs' and such.
"Good… Here is what I want done." D'rok started loudly again. "I want three teams of 15 recruits. This is including three captains who I will assign to command each of the teams. Each captain will be logged into a comms channel with me so we can play ear and phone with each other. This will work… Trust me. D'rok looked around yet again. "Sig, K'an, and I will be the captains for the teams…" D'rok looked at his data pad for a second. "We have five minutes before touchdown. Separate yourselves into those groups, Recruits! Get to it!" D'rok yelled at them.
The recruits moved and began to loosely organize themselves into groups of 14 through the Phantom's troop bay. D'rok went over to K'an and Sig who were just holding onto the side trying to imagine what D'rok was doing. Everyone seemed to be having mild difficulties with standing as the transport swayed mid-flight from side to side softly. The only one who had no problem was D'rok thanks to his sea legs from working for Voro.
"So… what is the plan, boss?" K'an asked chuckling as he crossed his arms.
"Give me a second…" D'rok said as he pulled out his data pad to look at the map that had been recently sent to him.
"So you put us on the spot without knowing what to do?" K'an prodded.
"Shut up, K'an. We will make it work… Here" D'rok held up his data pad so the three of them could see it.
On the screen was a bird's eye view of a section of town. The map was broken down into a virtual grid of nine blocks much like a tick-tack-toe board. To the furthest north east, or the top right of the three north blocks, there was a mark behind a pair of small buildings of where the opposite team would land, which was in the furthest north east square; an open asphalt parking lot lay in the center; and to the northwest there was what looked to be some sort of small building or store.
The center row of blocks was where the most buildings were. In the eastern block there was an open courtyard or park with vegetation heavily scattered around; in the center there was a large restaurant with balconies on all sides except for the north side because of a connected apartment complex that was attached to the restaurant building. In the western block there was a food market with a large elevated walkway that opposed the balcony of the restaurant.
In the south blocks there was very little to even describe as most were just a field with a ramp and two stair cases to get to the town. The field itself was below the level of the town by being about 50 feet lower than the town's street level. On top of the rock face was a cement wall for whatever reason. Other than that, their landing point was in the south western portion of the field.
"What are we gunna do?" K'an asked after looking at the map for a moment."
D'rok inhaled to explain quickly "This is what we are going to do: K'an, I want you to take your group up and against that wall in the south eastern section. Swap recruits with Sig and I to get more of a ranged arsenal so you can watch over the western courtyard. Sig, I want you to get your group to get up onto that elevated walkway above the food market in the west. Once up there you watch closely downwards at the market for the enemy team. I will take my group and rush up straight into that connected apartment/restaurant in the center."
"This strategy will work how?" Sig asked, intrigued.
"Well, it is perfectly clear that the center buildings are the pivotal point to hold in this skirmish, and with you two watching both the west and east sides it will be impossible for the other team getting into the restaurant without tightening themselves into very close quarters. Which works for the recruits and me because we will be waiting hopefully and precise aim isn't quite necessary for those who still don't aim well…" D'rok smiled.
"Intelligent… I like this…" Sig admired.
"The point is to rush forward to grab the yardage we can… Titas and Matik will be without a doubt leading the other team. And knowing their attitudes about us, they will expect us to be unorganized and like a bunch of idiots with guns… This will throw them off…"
"Oh? Will I get another chance to play with the pet?" K'an smiled widely.
"Sure… You two know what I am saying?"
"Yup" K'an and Sig both agreed.
"We touch down soon, so connect to my headset and go to your squads. Let's make this happen!"
The two did so and left for their groups. They decided which of the three they wanted and then exchanged members so K'an had the most skilled range members of the barracks. Once decided, the two started getting set as they informed each of their squads of 15 of their roles and the map of the skirmish. D'rok went to his squad and quickly introduced himself to them before filling them in. As he finished, the alarm sounded to inform the recruits that they had 60 seconds before they arrived to the drop point.
"Which of you are the fastest sprinters?" D'rok asked his squad.
Three in the squad raised their hands timidly.
"Good… I want you three to stay with me when we touch down… the rest of you hurry as fast as you can behind us. We will clear the way." D'rok instructed and received nods in return. "Comms check!" D'rok spoke as he put his finger to his ear to wiggle the earpiece.
"All clear!" Sig answered.
"I'll check anything for you, there, hot stuff." K'an chuckled.
D'rok rolled his eyes at K'an and ignored it. "Alright… good." D'rok fumbled with his harness real quick, checking it. "Sig! Your squad is first on the ground. K'an, you're squad is last. As soon as you have everyone on the ground I want you to hustle yourselves to your positions. Keep a clear head and keep your eye out. Once you are where you need to be, let me know and await further instruction. Understood?" D'rok barked throughout the troop bay.
He was granted the 'yes sir's of the entire barracks.
The Phantom's speakers gave a 'ding' as the craft's gravity lift activated and the craft quickly lowered closer to the ground. The craft quickly leveled out smoothly to allow a safe and secure descent to the turf below. D'rok stood tall ordered all squads to ready weapons before ordering Sig to lead his squad out. The rest watched the leaving squad shuffle out of the Phantom at the ready. The moment the last of Sig's squad left, D'rok began leading his squad out. As D'rok was getting on the ground, Sig's squad was already rushing for the staircase that would lead them to the west center section of the skirmish field. D'rok waited a few short moments for the last of his recruits to touch down before barking the order to run.
From the drop point D'rok sprinted, making his way towards the center ramp that would lead up to the restaurant/ apartment complex. The speed at which he led was only nearly matched by the trio who had previously raised their hands on the Phantom. He eventually slowed down to match their pace slightly as they began up the incline of the ramp. After they had reached the top of the ramp, they continued sprinting across the road for the front doors of the restaurant.
"Recruits! Clear left and right!" D'rok barked as they crossed the street full speed.
"Sir?!" One of them behind D'rok huffed.
Without replying, D'rok pushed on full speed off the street up to the porch of the restaurant. He shoved his shoulder forward as he barreled straight through the wooden door of the restaurant. The frame of the door splintered as the closed door exploded open from its closed position. D'rok slowed to a halt and quickly raised his Needle Rifle to scan the room. As risky as a full blast into the room was, there was no possible way the opposite team had made it there before them. The recruits behind him announced that the left and the right halves of the room were free of life.
"Ok, move quickly. I want the building swept! Ten downstairs and four upstairs. You have thirty seconds!" D'rok told them as he took several steps forward to allow the rest of the recruits to flow into the building.
As he asked, the recruits quickly cleared the building of any opponents. They were a few seconds off, but due to the huffing and raspy breaths of the recruits, D'rok knew they were trying their best. He then positioned seven of his squad downstairs and upstairs in prime locations for defense from the North side. He joined the half upstairs to watch out of the windows for the other two squads.
"D'rok, this is Sig. We are in position!" Sig called out over the comm.
"Very good. Stay put and keep an eye out for the opposite team. Do not fire on them without my word unless you are fired on first." D'rok ordered.
"Yes sir."
"K'an, is your group in place yet?" D'rok asked easily with his ear piece. "K'an?" He asked again after a moment of waiting.
"Yes!" K'an panted in return. "Hold your fucking livestock, man!"
"Ok… Do the same as I told Sig. If you see the enemy inform me immediately." D'rok ordered.
"Yup! Guys! Set up yourselves behind the wall… Rest your gun on the top of it and be quiet. If I hear one peep out of you I will beat you back to your mother's house!" K'an ordered over the comms, forgetting to end his broadcast.
"K'an…" D'rok sighed.
"And when I get there I might even have my way with her- What!?" K'an stopped in the middle of his 'pep' talk.
"Turn your piece off…"
"Yeah, yeah… Prick…" A click of K'an's piece shutting off crackled through the comm.
D'rok lowered his finger from his ear piece and bunkered down to wait to see what Titas and Matik would do. Surprisingly they were left waiting for several minutes before hearing or seeing any enemy movement. D'rok coached his squad to stick tight and stay aware despite the quiet. After several long drawn out moments, the comm channel in D'rok's ear crackled.
"D'rok… This is Sig. There is a large group heading into the market between our positions." Sig informed him quietly.
"Good… How many?"
"25? 30 maybe? Titas is leading them…"
"Good…"
"Hey, D'rok… this is K'an." K'an interjected. "We got about 15 recruits in the eastern courtyard… they are heading towards us. I think they are trying to do like … a reach around pinch movement on you in the middle or whatever.
"What in the gods names is a 'reach around pinch movement!?'" Sig could be heard questioning in a whisper over the comms.
"Are we clear to engage?" K'an asked.
"Negative…" D'rok said as he looked through a window at the large group that had just entered the farmer market below. "Disregard my last… We will be busy over here. If they make a move towards us, peg them down. Understood?"
"Gotcha…" K'an clicked off.
"Sig… I want you too, on my command, have your squad fire down onto the group in the markets. Understood?"
"Yes sir."
D'rok turned to the nearest recruit next to him. "I want you to relay this message to the recruits below: Tell them to keep their main focus out to the west to the markets as our east is covered. Position themselves in the corner of window frames to soak up most of the fire. When the time comes, I want them to bust the windows out and give everything they can throw at the group. Alright?"
"Yes sir!" The recruit piped quietly.
"Be quiet." D'rok padded him away towards the stairs.
D'rok instructed his recruits upstairs the same and helped them into good positions before getting himself against a window frame. He raised his Needle rifle out of the glassed window at the group down below in the markets. The group continued on moving slowly around the mock vendor carts. They were spread wide into pairs to cover the most ground and to scout out the entire area as they swept the markets. Titas was seen in the center rear of the group and he didn't seem aware that his large group was walking between two groups. D'rok tightened the grip on his rifle and got ready for the jump. The opposing group finally came into the most open and widest portion of the markets.
"Sig! Now!" D'rok yelled over his comm piece.
D'rok snapped the barrel quickly through the window in front of him. The metal of the barrel shattered the glass easily with the level of force that D'rok had pushed behind it. As the glass shattered and fell to the floor, D'rok aimed the rifle and began to pop quickly paced shots at the opponent group. His shots were quickly followed by a huge volley from both Sig and his squad of recruits. The group was taken massively off guard and scattered for cover from the hail of projectiles. Several of the enemy recruits had been locked and fell over to the cobble road beneath them so quickly they hardly had time to react. The rest attempted to return fire as they backpedaled furiously to retreat. Due to their elevation and cover, it would be very difficult for the enemy recruits to get a successful shot off at Sig or D'rok's squad.
The rest of the enemy group, after losing about seven recruits, backed up enough to get a tad bit of cover from the fire. With the two sources of projectiles located, Titas was seen yelling at his recruits. The group then split three ways: one portion backed off towards the Northwest building to most likely get up to the walkway where Sig was and another quickly sprinted for the apartment connected to the restaurant. D'rok pulled back from the window and quickly made his way up to the stairs.
"Squad! We have incoming forces from the Northern half of the building! I want most of you waiting at all entrances to the restaurant. I also want five runners to book it over to Sig's location. They are going to need assistance! Now move it!" D'rok yelled as he ran down the stairs.
His recruits had already repositioned themselves to cover the doorways to the apartment. D'rok saw the runners off quickly and instructed some recruits just to spray towards Titas's forces to keep them down. They barely had left before the sound of a door being kicked in rang out from the apartments. D'rok turned his attention to the doorway at the bottom of the stairs as a volley of plasma bolts sailed through the door; the recruits that guarded the open doorway sunk into cover as the bolts flew through. D'rok leveled his rifle and sent several rounds through the doorway at an approaching recruit. His shields cracked easy as he had already taken fire and he fell frozen as D'rok put a needle square in the center of his face. After the recruit had fallen, he darted quickly around to the doorway. He took cover behind the recruit on the left side of the door.
"There are five left. Three on the left side, two on the right." D'rok said as he popped a fresh magazine into his needle rifle. "Let's take care of them quickly, ok?"
The two recruits on the right side of the door nodded.
"Ok… On three!" D'rok gave a quick countdown.
The recruits all turned their guns through the door, the closes ones propped themselves against the door frame while the other one and D'rok eased out behind them. The enemy recruits had all been in poor cover and quickly fell victim to the bolts and needles that D'rok threw at them. One had managed to send a few bolts back at D'rok's squad, hitting the front recruit on the left of the door. The hit recruit stumbled back only to be caught by D'rok, who carefully helped him to the wall nearby. The recruit's leg was now locked up but he was not down and out of the skirmish yet. D'rok patted the recruit's shoulder before ordering his recruits downstairs forward into the apartment to gain some ground around Titas.
D'rok hurried up the stairs and watched out the windows to see that the one segment of Titas's group had gone up around to the opposite end of the walkway that Sig was located. The enemy recruits threw a large volley of plasma bolts at Sig's group, taking them by surprise to the point that several of them had fallen in lock. Sig's radio cracked through with a loud grunt as he took a plasma bolt to the side of the head with no shields. As his group was cut nearly in half they somehow managed to hold the line with return fire and decently picked cover position.
"Hey!" D'rok yelled at the recruits upstairs both in the restaurant and apartment. "West side windows! Cover Sig's group!" D'rok ordered loud loudly, taking a positing at yet another window. "Up the line! Let's go, recruits!" D'rok leveled his needle rifle and began to pop swiftly placed shots.
As D'rok and the recruits upstairs quickly began to dispatch the enemies harassing Sig's group, his radio crackled from K'an's end.
"D'rok. Matik is trying to get on the move for your direction." K'an chuckled before a loud volley of multiple beam rifle shots sounded out over the comm "Scratch that… his ass isn't moving!" K'an laughed a bit louder before cutting out.
The enemies on the walkway were now all taken out, leaving only Titas with six recruits and Matik with his group who were pinned down now in the eastern courtyard by K'an's squad. Titas seemed to shift order and began to lead his group back into the furthest Northwestern building in retreat. D'rok's squad took two of the recruits who followed Titas into the building. D'rok, before moving his squad to the downstairs of the apartment, sent a runner to the remaining members of Sig's squad to tell them to move forward to the North exit of the walkway.
"K'an? Update me on Matik!" D'rok requested.
"We still have him down… we took a few of his followers out and now he is down to nine from 14." K'an explained.
"Good… keep it up!"
"Yup…" K'an paused for a moment. "So, how are you?"
"Sig is down… We are down a total of 10 recruits including him. Titas made a retreat into a corner… We are going to get him out in a minute."
"Ok. Get too it!" K'an mocked D'rok playfully.
D'rok rolled his eyes and turned back to his recruits. "One last thing, recruits! It looks like the enemy has backed themselves into the corner building of the field. It also appears that they are not watching the windows and doors… This means that they are snuggled in there in some corner of what have you with the hopes that we enter nice and single file like for them. Well take a guess, recruits…" D'rok snarled. "We are not going to do that!" He paused for effect. "We are going to now storm that building all at once. It is not large enough to have extensive room layouts so just put the pressure down and this will work out." D'rok paced for a moment. "Use close range weapons such as your plasma rifles or repeaters. If you don't have either then switch up. We move in 30 seconds."
D'rok moved to the window of the apartment and informed Sig's group of the plan. They too quickly got ready and waited for his command. After waiting the time he gave, D'rok barked out the order to rush the house. The recruits, who had already been jacked up on adrenaline and anticipation, snapped up and moved swiftly as a group. D'rok followed them behind to ensure they all were doing aright, which they were. There was no sense in him taking all the first hand glory.
The house was entered from the front and the southern side simultaneously by D'rok and Sig's recruits respectably. With the flow of bodies going straight into the house, they all met a conflict point in the back of the house. The resulting exchange of fire was very brief, maybe only two or three seconds. This was followed by an accumulative cheering war cry from D'rok and Sig's recruits as the outcome was clear: Titas and his group had fallen. After a quick body count, only two friendly recruits had been hit; one of them fully locked and the other had a locked up arm. D'rok quickly congratulated them before going to his comm.
"K'an! Titas is down. We are clear over here. What is your situation?" D'rok asked quickly.
"Oh! Fantastic! Matik is now down to only four recruits and boy does he seem pissed!" K'an gloated.
"Good… We will get on the move to get an angle on them, alright?"
"Wait on that… It looked like they are surrendering…" K'an stopped talking to D'rok to tell his squad to hold their fire. "Yeah… they are coming out of hiding hands up."
"Good… No issues?"
"None…Well, there is one…"
"K'an?"
The sound of a beam rifle round being fired cracked off through the comms. This was followed by a following volley from his squad, which in turn followed by quite the hearty laughing session from K'an.
"…K'an…" D'rok sighed, knowing that K'an just took advantage of that situation.
"Clean flush! We are clear, boss!" K'an continued to laugh as he clicked off the comm piece.
D'rok smiled and shook his head as he turned back to the recruits. "We won, gentlemen! Good job! Now grab the down and locked and let us revert back to the drop off point!"
The group all soon returned to the Phantom. Once on board, Major Vekamee quickly defrosted those who were downed in the skirmish and came swiftly over to D'rok. The Major's steps were upbeat and he wore a slight smile that he seemed to try to hide as he got closer to D'rok.
"My gods, Tallaham! That was simply amazing!" Major Vekamee exclaimed. "That was one of the best skirmishes I have ever seen at this stage!" The Major praised.
"It was nothing… really." D'rok looked down mortified; he never really liked the direct spotlight like this.
"Maybe not for a battle seasoned Field Master… But as a task of a week one recruit?" He panted softly like some girl meeting a celebrity. "That is a mountainous achievement!"
D'rok gave a slight shrug. "Thank you sir… If I may; I ask that you not treat me any differently in light of the performance, please…" D'rok sighed.
"Yes… Sorry… Carry on recruit!" Major Vekamee stood taller in stance and moved on to the other recruits.
Soon the downed recruits were all free from the binding and they were left in lines to quietly gap and whisper excitedly about the skirmish they had just won. They had only completely just wasted the current highest rated common room of the whole academy without too much difficulty. It seemed like several of them couldn't believe the victory themselves. D'rok watched the floor as he tried to rest his mind with the low rumbling ambience of the Phantom engines. Even though he didn't look around at all of the recruits that he just had lead, he knew that most were, without a doubt, watching him nearly the entire trip.
Once the Phantom touched down, the recruits were given free time to return their weapons to the Armory and then to do whatever they so pleased. D'rok spent some time with K'an and Sig at the mess hall where it was surprisingly quiet. The only talking that the three did was of the skirmish; K'an was satisfied that he had shot Matik in the face with his beam rifle, and Sig felt like he had let D'rok down by getting out. After some kind squabbling between D'rok and K'an, the two enforced that Sig had done quite the job in helping them.
The three finished their food and separated from the food hall; K'an and Sig went back to the barracks and D'rok went for a casual walk around the academy. For the most part, the Academy was calm in comparison of what it usually was. There was some quiet sounds of aircraft in the distance, some small wildlife, and a Major yelling off in a distant field. D'rok ended up taking a break from his walk on a bench located on the outskirts of the main field where the leaderboard stood.
He looked up to check the board as he sat town with a sigh. The last skirmish was quite helpful to him and his group and the leaderboard showed this quite apparently. There was a tie in kills for the top spot; the first spot was D'rok with 36 kills in 2 games and the second was Titas with 36 in 4 games. Due to D'rok's much higher average, he edged over Titas on the board. The third place spot was taken by Matik with 20 kills in 4 games. And finally the fourth spot was a dead even tie between K'an and Sig, both having 18 kills in two games with the same averages to boot. D'rok gave a chuckle; he didn't quite remember killing that many recruits last game.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed someone approaching him. With a quick look, D'rok could see that it was a very angered Titas swiftly marching towards him. Titas threw his helmet on the ground and came up to D'rok and shoved him full force clear of the bench where he sat. He fell in the dirt and scrambled to his hooves before Titas could do anything else.
"What did I tell you, peasant!?" Titas hissed at D'rok.
"Do you honestly think I give a single ounce of shit for what you have to say?" D'rok shot back calmly, not letting Titas get under his skin.
"Do you know who I am?!" Titas yelled out.
"I don't really care…" D'rok shrugged.
"Oh my gods!" Titas sneered in an adrenalized fashion "When my father hears about this!"
"I don't care who he is either." D'rok, yet again, shrugged
Titas's eye twitched in anger. "You cheated that last name and you know it!"
D'rok rolled his eyes and turned away from Titas "I don't have time for this." He began to walk away.
"You- You son of a whore! Coward!" Titas screamed loudly to make as much of a scene as he could.
D'rok stopped and sighed heavily.
"That is what I thought! You cannot handle this all! Child!" Titas continued to spit insults.
D'rok turned around and with a growl, gripped Titas be the neck just under his jaws. He squeezed a decent amount and began to pull Titas back off his hooves. Titas gasped and struggled for breath as he frantically clutched and struggled against D'rok's powerful grip. D'rok dragged Titas for several feet before smacking him against a cement wall where he would hold him a foot from the ground.
"Let me tell you something, kid." D'rok spoke softly into the ear of the terrified Titas. "I have spent the last 12 years of my life fighting a lot of men that were once twice of what you are… Do you know what their tough acts and words got them?"
Titas shook his already shaking head to respond to D'rok as he continued to try to breath against D'rok's grip.
"Absolutely nothing…" D'rok growled. "I killed each and every one of them individually in ways you can only dream of, youth…"
Titas continued to struggle, slowing slightly at his words.
"I am more experienced than you… Just remember this when you think about messing with me and my common room next time… Understood?"
Titas nodded furiously.
D'rok dropped the kid and walked away from him harshly, leaving Titas to cough violently as he clutched his throat.
