Now hand to hand combat was something Oberon had gotten really good at over the years of training, he learned respectively from Master Tebol on how to make the enemy tire himself out and then strike but it was a whole other ballgame if your enemy had a weapon and you didn't. Swiftly Oberon evaded the first attack the spy had launched at him, the spy had a mind-boggling ferocity and speed that Oberon has never even seen before. Too bad I'm faster Oberon thought to himself but just as he was about to smile he stopped himself, the last thing he wanted to do was get cocky.
Cunningly like a fox, Oberon dodged another attack then kicked the Noxian right in the upper thigh, a blow that would have crippled a man but to Oberon's surprise, the Noxian didn't even flinch. Instead, he quickly rebounded and slashed down, allowing only enough time for Oberon to get out with a huge dirty gash down his side. The misty copper taste hung in the air as they eyed down each other waiting for one to make an attack. Once again the spy charged but this time Oberon was ready for him. He quickly swept up his foot that was standing on top of a big rock which was around the size of his hand. The Noxian was so focused on his charge he never noticed Oberon acquire the weapon, and once again Oberon evaded the attack but instead of kicking the Noxian he swept onto his knees and slammed the rock into his face. It made a deep crunch as he could hear the man's nose and cheekbones break. The man didn't make any sound but ran a couple feet back while grabbing his face in pain.
Oberon looked down at the rock and saw blood splattered all over the dirt floor. The young pupil knew his opponent wasn't using his full fighting potential, he was attacking with a sample of his power to get a feel of what Oberon could do and when he had his fighting technique pattern known he was going to slaughter him. The Noxian took a slower approach this time by slowly walking towards Oberon, the look in the man's crimson eyes scared the pupil. With a powerful force the Noxian slashed at Oberon but not with the intent of hitting the student, he used the slash as a boundary so when Oberon dodged the slash he got slammed hard by the waiting Noxians torso. Oberon fell onto the dirt floor, sliding across the arena with a loud sound of dirt moving. To the Noxians surprise, the Student rebounded by slamming up off of the dirt into a standing position, without any emotion on his face he took his defensive stance back.
"I've got to admit kid, I have never seen someone with your speed since I saw Mrs. Du Couteau spar with her brother. You still have the same emotion on your face, the look that tells me your will won't break." The Noxian said with a wicked grin. "I haven't had a good challenge like this in awhile."
Just before the spy could say anything more Oberon took an offensive stance in the blink of an eye and attacked. Oberon charged straight into the spy, a common rookie move because of the blind spots but Oberon had a different tactic. Using his superior speed he slithered behind the Noxian before he could even notice, then grabbed the Noxians left arm, he twisted it straight and then with a swift strike slammed his hand into the Noxians elbow while his arm was straight. It broke the spies arm, bending the limb a separate way. The Noxian screamed in rage, surprise, and pain.
Oberon landed a good blow to the Noxians body but underestimated the spy after. The big brute spent no time crying in pain, instead, he swung his ax around slicing into Oberon's hip but the ax swung through with a clean cut. The Noxian know Oberon was weak and so was he so he ran a good 10 feet away.
Oberon fell onto the dirt in pain; he tried squeezing the dirt trying to distract the pain. His attention was trying to ignore the deadly gash in his side, he looked at his fingers that were clenching the concrete and out of the corner of his eye saw blood dripping off of his hip at an alarming rate. It was a foolish mistake for him to think his blow would have weakened his enemy. Biting his lower lip, he pushed himself off of the floor and retook a shaky battle stance. Focus, if you leave yourself blinded in pain you will not survive this he thought to himself. It was the first time he had ever fought for his life, and it scared him but some part of him was enjoying the challenge. He was always scared when he fought Master Tebol but that wasn't for fear of life, it was being beaten up but lately, Oberon had learned well and had been putting up a good fight against his superior.
The Noxian has lost the ability to use his left arm, but Oberon was disabled from attacking swiftly. The Noxian decided to take the defensive stance and wait for Oberon to strike. Oberon felt the same way but knew he had to strike before he bled out too much, with a quick movement he ran up to the Noxian and tried landing a punch. The spy dodged it then Oberon by the first squeezing it with immense strength. Oberon for the first time cringed in pain, a surprising sight for the Noxian. The spy made the worst, and last decision of his life, Oberon used his scream in pain to use his other hand to grab the ax the Noxian dropped before he grabbed his fist. With his left hand, Oberon gripped the ax with a firm grip and buried it into the Noxians right armpit.
The spy howled in pain and let go of the ax while falling backward. He caught himself before the fall and stood shakingly while looking at Oberon with those wicked red eyes. The Noxian knew the fight was over, the ax that was turned against him had dug deep enough to strike arteries. He gripped the handle of the ax and pulled it out with a grunt. The Noxian walked slowly to the young adult, with a limp in his step he trudged his way, almost falling a couple times. He's disarmed and to slow to fight me, let's see what he's doing here. Oberon thought to himself but nevertheless kept cation.
"You bested me, kid." The Noxian said once he was standing toe to toe with Oberon. He Noxian wasn't the only one who was weak, Oberon's body was growing weak from blood loss, his muscular arms were cut up and dirty. The Noxian was smiling, a smile Oberon couldn't read. Faithlessly the Noxian pulled a dagger out of his belt, an unnoticed blade that Oberon never noticed. Before he could even flinch the Noxian dove the dagger into Oberon's liver, a wound that no matter what would kill someone without immediate healing. The Noxian let go of the dagger and stood straight up watching Oberon wobble around lightly grasping the dagger. An event happened that Tebol had never seen in all of the years of fighting; Oberon slouched forward onto the Noxians shoulder. He was using the Noxian not to fall over and just as the Noxian was going to push him off Oberon dad something truly remarkable.
The "S" tattoo that was on his arm glowed a bright blue and then the light jolted into Oberon's body. Oberon pushed himself off of the Noxian with ease, as if he had no injuries then proceeded to grab the dagger with two hands, then pull it out swiftly. With lightning speed, he plunged the blade that was just in him into the Noxians heart. The spy immediately sloped to the ground dead.
Oberon felt the power he had fade away faster than he got it as if once it sensed the threat gone it disappeared. Just like the Noxian Oberon fell on the ground while grasping at his stab wound. The winner was clear, although Oberon should never of let the Noxian get that close he was the winner. Master Tebol signaled for his healer, Nebula to go heal the winner. She ran up to him on the ground and immediately got to work.
He had a wide cut on his hip and a scary stab wound that severely damaged his liver. Nebula was worried that he wasn't going to make it, and from what she understood he was a very important person. Her healing spell cast into her hands and she got to work by clotting the injury on his hip and focused on the liver right away. What she did was her magic would sterilize the wound then clot it with blood so it could form into a healable wound, once the healing wound was formed she would boost the healing by essentially giving the damaged cells a magic form of steroids sending them into healing overdrive. The problem was the magic could poison his blood if she channeled too much energy into it so she had to take her time, giving his body more time to shut time.
"I hope you realize how important it is that you heal him, Nebula." Master Tebol said with a trace of surprise still on his face from the fight. She hadn't even noticed that he walked up behind her.
"Yes, sir." She stated. "I understand he is of great importance in this world, though I'm still trying to figure out what, that tattoo on his arm looks familiar." She said while healing the young adult.
"He is a great warrior, far better than I am," Tebol said while looking at his pupil's closed eyes. "That's why I have trained him this long, he is ready even if he did make those mistakes he will know not too now."
Shortly after Nebula healed him, Tebol had his servants bring Oberon's passed out body to the temple bedrooms. Once they had his body laid down Tebol dismissed the servants and sat in a chair next to Oberon. He looked over his pupil; the young man's body had definitely changed over the years for the better. He had grown more muscular within the last 4 years then he had ever seen someone. He was definitely stronger than his Master, a trait that meant Oberon was going to surpass his Master but he didn't have experience. With a sudden shout, Oberon sat up on the bed with wide eyes. He was breathing heavy and scanned the room for any threats.
"Where am I?" He said loudly, clearly shook up.
"You're inside the temple." Master Tebol calmly while sipping his tea. After Tebol said that Oberon looked around a little bit more than laid back down. "What do you remember?"
"I remember getting stabbed, then I became very weak but suddenly I gained my strength back then stabbed him back with the same knife, I am trying to figure out where I got all of that strength from." Oberon said while stroking his chin, over the past few days he had grown a 12' o clock shadow.
"You don't recall what happened to your tattoo?" all attention Oberon had gone straight to Tebol.
"What? Something happened to my tattoo?" He asked while looking down at his tattoo making sure it was still there. The young man was clearly confused and shook as if he learned his wife died. Oberon's Master looked at his pupil with a long and blank look, he was clearly contemplating something.
"I suppose you don't know yet do you?" Tebol said while taking a sip of tea.
"Said what?" He asked with curious eyes.
"Tell me, Oberon, have your parents ever told you what your tattoo means?" Tebol's eyes flicked from the students face to his arm. Oberon was bewildered. Finally, I might get some answers.
"They told me it's important and it's to much pressure on me to know, they also said it means I'm a great warrior." He said interest in the subject was at an all-time high and he knew his tattoo was linked to his last fight.
"It's time you know the truth Oberon, whether you are ready for it or not. Hold out your hand son." Oberon did as asked and held out his hand, bending his wrist to show his tattoo. "This Symbol is something any warrior of any nation would be proud to wear. The "S" is a symbol of Crude power, it gives the user the immense crude power to wield at their disposal. It is only a power that this planet knew was coming, but we have been waiting for many years, and finally, it has come. It is said that the Gladiator God wields the power of Aurelion Sol but can do something he cannot. As you know from the story's when you where a child no being that we know of has been stronger than Aurelion Sol except for the void because it can adapt, become stronger and learn how to fight. When Aurelion Sol created the Gladiator Gods vessel he gave it a unique power that not he even possessed. The Gladiator God can adapt to the fight, turn it into his favor in the blink of an eye, whether that is changing his form or gaining power for a short period of time. Your deathmatch just confirmed that those myths are true."
Breathless. Breathless was all that could explain how Oberon felt. What…? Me…? How? A good minute passed as they both sat there, Tebol knew it was a big pill to swallow and gave Oberon time to soak it in.
"Why me?" Was all Oberon could rasp out of his lips.
"Many think the carrier was going to be a being with a powerful soul, a soul no evil could taint," Tebol said with stern eyes.
"You think I have a soul that could never be tainted?" Oberon was stunned that his master would ever say something like that. "It should of never of chosen me, I never asked for this either!" Rage was clearly building in the young man. Instead of being mad at his student for his outburst Tebol surprisingly remained calm.
"You were chosen because of something special about you, also this isn't about you Oberon. It's about the very planet we live on. It's your duty to train more and prepare yourself." Tebol said with an extremely serious look on his face.
Oberon wanted to protest with his Master, he wanted to convince him that he wasn't the right person for the job but what good would that do? There is nothing that he could say or do that would change what he is. "So I am a god?" He asked while lifting his tattooed hand up in the air. "What am I the god of? You said the Gladiator God but what does that mean?"
"It means that you are the best duelist there is, no being known can defeat you once you have unlocked your full potential. Legend has it that he can crush armies with a flick of his wrist and take down a single opponent without breaking a sweat." Oberon was somewhat satisfied with his answer.
"If my training here is over then why do you say I will have more?" Tebol was ready for this question and immediately responded.
"I have a personal friend who lives in Demacia. He is a much better fighter than me or you and has mastered every single weapon possible. He is such a skilled fighter he fights with a lamppost and could take on all of the most skilled fighters in Valoran." Tebol said with pride, he was excited his pupil had the chance to train with someone such as Jax.
"What's his name?" Oberon said, still not sold on who this person was.
"Jax. He lives in Demacia training with the Grand Duelist. About a month ago I sent word to him that you would be going to Demacia to train under his name and learn what he knows. You have learned all that you need to know here and now all that is left is for you to craft your weapon." Tebol stood up and brushed the dust off of his robe. "Four years ago I told you never to get yourself involved in a personal relationship with a significant one correct?" Oberon nodded. "Good well, you need to forget that now. You need a distraction from the real world and a woman will do exactly that, with how much you have changed, it won't be hard for you. Now come here tomorrow at your normal time and we shall begin crafting your weapon." Tebol smiled then left the room for Oberon to be all by himself.
He had two choices, to stay the night or run home. The thought of not having to move and stay here in a nice cozy bed sounded good. He knew he had to go home though, otherwise, his family would worry. He slipped out of the bed and put on his bloodstained Tee shirt but before that, he looked at the hip scar on the mirror. It stretched all the way from his upper hip to his lower thigh, a mortal wound that would have killed him if not for Nebula. Oberon etched to the door with a slow movement, the pain in his leg searing into his thoughts.
Once he got outside he faced towards his home and began running the long trail Home. Once he reached home he stood outside in the backfield his father owned, he was in search of an excuse as to why his clothes were bloody and could not come up with any.
Deciding to bite the bullet he walked around the house then stood in front of the door. Except there wasn't a door, the door frame was caved in with the door laying on the floor inside the house. A mix of fear and worry spiked into Oberon's heart, his house was broken into through the door and his parents, or at least one of them had to be home when it happened. He stepped over the door and looked around with caution, the area was completely in ruins. The wooden table was smashed into bits with mud boot tracks scattered all over the floor as if two people were struggling to fight one another. Dad… His father was the only explanation for who would fight. Blood was scattered all over the floorboards, a clear slash of a sword had sprayed it. The rest of the bloody tracks ran into the living area, someone was struggling to get away. Oberon followed the tracks around the house trying not to let his worry get the best of him if he wanted to have the element of surprise he needed to be silent.
Once he reached the lower level bathroom he found a site he was hoping to dear god he wouldn't see. His father was sprawled out on top of the bathroom sink, his eyes were open but Oberon could see they were void of any life. The old man's neck was sliced open at the jugular, a would that could kill anyone within a few seconds. The sink ceramic walls were stained with blood. His father wasn't the only one who was laying in the room, his mother was right next to him on the floor with multiple stab wounds on in her stomach and chest. No mercy was shown on his mother's body, her body was cut up so bad he could see some of her organs. Her eyes were closed unlike his father's. Weak. Weakness was all Oberon felt, he dropped to one knee and felt a wave of weakness hit his body like nothing he ever felt before. With extremely shaky hands he reached out held his mother's hand. It was had its warm soft touch he was used, he grabbed it firmly and let out a deep sob of pain. Anger replaced his sadness in an instant. WHY THEN? THEY NEVER DID ANYTHING! He swallowed his anger and reached into his mother's hand, he tenderly pulled the ring off of her ring finger. It was a fine silver ring with a Topaz that was infused diamond in the middle. The story of how his father got the ring was for him to think about later but something else happened, he heard a loud fearful scream from his parent's room.
"PLEASE JUST LEA-" the voice was cut out abruptly. Calla. Oberon immediately pocketed his mother's ring and followed the voice to his parent's room. He cracked the door open just enough to see the inside, two big tall men were inside. One was at the side of the bed holding Calla's hands down, the other was at the end holding one of her feet down. He was fumbling with his pants, trying to unbutton his button. His sister was sprawled out on the bed with her pants ripped off, her face was bloody with bruises all over it. They are going to rape her. Rage instantly flowed into the young adult's blood, he slammed the door open and lunged at the guy about to rape his sister. Unseen power was shown as Oberon grabbed the man by the neck and slammed him against the wall, lifting him off the ground.
With great swiftness, he grabbed the man's forehead and slammed it into the wood walls it cracked the wood. It stunned the man, buying Oberon just enough time to turn around and put his attention on the other person. Oberon screamed in rage, his eyes were crying but his face showed pure rage. The tattoo Oberon had on his arm glowed brightly, he grabbed the barbarian by the head and dug his thumb into the man's eye. He screamed in pain but quickly stopped because of Oberon snapping his head.
Oberon's spree of rage wasn't done though, he switched to the guy he stunned and slammed his foot on the man's chest.
"WHAT ARE YOU?" he screamed in pain as he felt multiple bones in his chest collapse.
Oberon didn't answer the man's question instead he said something he never even thought of saying. With an unworldly voice that seemed to echo throughout the house, he said "Celestial blood flows through my body, what am I? Oblivion will tell you." He crouched down and without any force, he laid his hand on top of the man's head. A quick flash of light happened and the man was sprawled out on the ground, Lifeless. Oberon stood back up and looked over at his sister, who was still laying out on the bed, her eyes were filled with fear. Oberon's normally orange eyes were blue as a sapphire, and his tattoo glowed so bright it lit up the room. As quickly as his rage grew, the tattoo stopped glowing and his eyes returned back to its orange color.
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