I'd better get going on this story since this is actually tied to my other stories (I'm VERY odd, I know).
Honor of the Rising Sun
Chapter 3
The Rabid Beat Within
The arena stood in silence as everyone gazed at the legendary weapon that could never be found. Not until now that this weapon has come back under existence. The Templar has a firm grip of the Bangaa Spike as the trident like weapon points to his target. The Gladiator stood there with his Ogun Blade rattled in his hands.
"I see that you're shaking," The Templar mocked. "I thought the Gladiators were fearless."
The Gladiator snapped out of his trance as he heard that. He brought his blade up and held it in his hand. "I will never losse to a half-breed like you! You're jusst a fool who doessn't know my sstrength."
The crowd began to jeer at the Templar once again in favor to the Gladiator. The Templar merely smirked as this is something he'll be taking into his advantage.
Marche sat there, bored once again as he wished to see more action and less talk. His mind kept rewinding to the time he first saw him yesterday, noticing the physical features. From what he's listening to, he also notices that this bangaa doesn't slur his S's like how the other bangaa has that trait.
Marche came across a thought of how this match is getting nowhere as the two combatants are only standing there, doing nothing. "Now I'm having my doubts about hiring this bangaa to the clan…"
The Gladiator stood there with a cocky smirk, holding the blade up to attack, regardless of the weapon the half-breed wielded. He isn't prepared to lose to a half-breed quite yet, and he won't do so now.
"Jusst remember. I am Bingley Tarboyzhe, the reigning champion of thiss arena," the Gladiator called. "Remember my name as I slay you."
"Technically, Bingley, you can't kill me," the Templar said. "He must uphold all the rules regardless of race."
"I don't care what you tell me, you fool. I will sstill defeat you one way or another."
Bingley began to charge at the Templar with reckless abandon, not taking any strategy as to how to get around. The Templar hoped for this and rolled out of the way. He took the tail end of his Bangaa Spike and jammed it into Bingley's ribs. Not only that, but the force that he applied is enough to send Bingley flying a good 3 meters. Bingley stood up again, not knowing how this is actually happening. He's fought against everyone, including any Templar that got in his way; but this guy, he managed to avoid an attack that should've left the opponent too paralyzed to move. The Templar can see the shock in Bingley's eyes.
"Bingley, you can't win with intimidation. I've been psychologically trained for situations like this, and I won't lose to you if that's the only strategy you have."
Bingley can see the Judge from the corner of his eye as he also knows that the Judge will take his side. The Judge gave a nod, knowing that this is the only way that he can win. Bingley began to lash out at the Templar with everything that he's got. The problem now is that the Templar is blocking every single strike, anticipating the next after the other. The Templar's patience began to wane away, knowing that if this keeps up, there'd be no end to this. The Templar took one opportunity and caught Bingley's wrist with his Ogun Blade swinging. With one quick reaction, the Templar twisted Bingley's arm around, causing Bingley to fly into a front flip onto his back. Bingley would've been catching his breath if he hadn't seen the Bangaa Spike that began to plunge for him. Bingley rolled out of the way and stood up again. The Templar still has a firm grip on his Bangaa Spike, seeing that the Templar is now turning the tables with the psychological intimidations.
"And I believe I have no other choice then." Bingley thought.
Bingley can see the Judge again, but this time, he's facing the Judge. The Judge nodded in compliance to what Bingley will do. If it'll take anything to win, then he'll go to that extreme.
"I guess thiss iss good-bye to your betting chip!"
Not only did it surprise the viera, but it also surprised the Templar as well. Bingley turned to his left and began to run to the crowd with his blade still at hand. The Templar kept running as fast as he could, not wanting anything to happen to her for whatever reasons that only he knows. Bingley jumped over the wall and into the crowd, preparing to kill her. He landed in front of the viera, pinning her in the process. He had his blade in a reverse hand position and prepared to thrust it at her. The viera could only look away, shrieking in fear as crowds ran, sat down enjoying the match, or were prepared to fight Bingley. The blade made the sound of puncturing through cloth. He did get what he wanted, which is blood to be spilt; however, it wasn't the right person. The viera looked up again, seeing a blue cloak draped over her with a body in it. Bingley looked to the foolish Templar as he made his last breath in attempt to save her. He can only smirk, taking his Ogun blade out of the Templar's back. Not even a half-breed could survive that.
"Ssuch a fool, thinking that his ssacrifice iss worth ssomething."
Bingley turned around and stepped over the wall and down to the arena, where he can claim his victory. The viera, crying in sympathy for the Templar, held him close as she felt that he deserves her tears. Marche and Montblanc came close to the Templar until someone held their shoulders. Marche looked over his shoulder, seeing a very concerned Lita.
"What's wrong?" Marche asked.
Lita doesn't seem to be answering, but her gaze is either to the viera or to the Templar. Either way, something is going on there. Lita began to back away, seeing that what is to happen now is dangerous. Marche looked as well, now seeing movement in the Templar's body. The young viera also felt this as the Templar began to stand once again. Bingley couldn't believe his eyes as he didn't know what to make of this. He then whipped his head to the Judge.
"I thought you weren't going to save him!"
That comment gave Marche and his clan members a feeling of uneasiness as they heard of this. The Judge is breaking the laws of the Sphrom fighting arena.
"But…I-I don't know what's going on here!"
Bingley refocused his attention back to the approaching Templar. However, there seems to be a bone chilling expression in how he's coming. Head barely down, arms limp, but he's walking in a straight path. Not only that, but those that can feel energy began to sense something and began to flee to higher grounds; mainly the Magic casters and Nu Mou. The Templar stopped with fifteen feet of space between him and Bingley.
The Templar looked up to Bingley once again, meeting him eye to eye. He began to speak with a raspy sound in his voice. "Bingley, you can't win if you have no courage. Like the others, you're just a cowardly bastard!"
The Templar began to charge Bingley with his bare hands. Bingley began to back off, avoiding the various punches that are swinging at him. These turn of events seem to be making things a bit more interesting for Marche. However, the rest of his clan took the upper levels for safety precautions. Only he and the young viera remained at front row. A part of him is telling him to run, but another part of him is telling him to stay to watch. His mind kept pulling him in two directions, not allowing him to move at all. It's as if something is telling him to stay and watch the rest of the fight.
The Templar kept throwing punches at Bingley with reckless abandon. Bingley couldn't keep up, seeing the punches barely missing him as they flew by. He can feel the energy that forms around the Templar's hands with each punch. His actions became more hesitant with each and every punch that kept coming at him, not knowing when the best opportunity is. He avoided one more punch and proceeded to attack the Templar. However, the Templar can see the blade lunging at him with killing force. He rolled to the left and stood upright once again with his side to Bingley. The Templar made one small hop forward while his right leg curled in, body bending back, and Bingley turning into a jaw breaking side kick. The bottom of the Templar's booted foot that took human shape made contact with the right side of Bingley's jaw, shattering it upon the force that exerted from the powerful kick. Bingley landed on the ground, holding his jaw from that kick. No bangaa could do that, but the Templar having human limbs helps increase flexibility for him, giving him an advantage at speed and flexibility. As soon as Bingley stood up, he can see the bone chilling glare that comes from the most trained Templar to exist.
"Bingley, this is the end for you."
