Supposed I should try to get this one done? Hopefully, I don't have to take too terribly long on this story.
Honor of the Rising Sun
Chapter 4
Inner Demon
No one understood why the Templar is able to still fight after being stabbed through the chest. It's impossible for someone to survive that unless they've been revived by Dragonheart. In this case, it doesn't seem like he possesses that kind of ability, but he possesses something else that has similar effects.
Bingley finally stood up again, remembering something that he should've realized earlier. Any half-breed bangaa will possess an inner demon that cannot be controlled. Hundreds of years ago when interracial marriages were popular, the citizens had no trouble controlling the inner demon within. However, nowadays, that inner demon is almost uncontrollable.
It took a while for Bingley to be able to put the pain in his jaw behind his head. It's said that half-breeds should only have the power less than a bangaa, and more than what his or her other half is in a bangaa situation. In this case, he has less strength than a bangaa, but more strength than a human, that is if he was his normal self. Now, it seems like his strength matches that of an average bangaa. Bingley could only question whether or not the Templar can be beaten now.
The Templar stood there, adrenaline fueling his thirst for more than the pitiful so-called challenge. Someone threw an apple that horribly failed to reach the Templar, but it was enough to catch his attention. The Templar faced the person, who only appeared to be a fresh recruit. That, however, didn't stop him from slamming his fist into the ground, sending a shockwave of energy at the person. The wave of energy through the form of Earth Render successfully reached its target, severely injuring him. The recruit lie in the stands, crippled from the shockwave. Everyone else in the upper stands began to push each other, trying to find a way to keep as far away as possible in the stands. The Templar can tell that they're all afraid. He turned to his weakened target, seeing that Bingley barely has the strength to stand.
The Templar began to speak to Bingley. "Do you see those people, Bingley? They cower in fear of me. They think they're so high and mighty. Look at them now, cowering in the corners of this coliseum."
Bingley can tell that the people have tried to get as far away as possible. For him, his pride is on the line.
"If I back down, then that'll show my cowardice, ruining my reputation. I won't sstep out of what I sstarted."
Bingley began to charge in once again with his Ogun blade, hoping he can somehow use his offensive capabilities to find a weakness. The Templar merely stood there, letting Bingley charge in. Bingley began to bring his blade down at the Templar's helm, hoping to shatter the helm. The blade, however, made contact with the Templar's right arm that he rose to block the attack. The armlet on the Templar's right arm shattered from the impact, but it did provide for a single use shield. The Templar backed off to give himself some room not to regain his focus, but to use Far Fist. He threw out a punch towards Bingley, letting the energy that he built up fly to Bingley.
Bingley began to run, but he began to run a moment too late as the aftershock from Far Fist caught him off-guard. The blast threw Bingley to the ground face-up, severely weakened from the attack.
The Templar merely turned around, already noticing the arrow that's flying towards him. It took little effort for the Templar to be able to catch the arrow that came from the upper rows of seats. He also noted that the clan leader of that archer is near ground level. The Templar rushed in quickly, running at Marche to satisfy his rage.
Marche can see the Templar coming at him at speeds that have never been seen by a Templar. Marche couldn't do anything but stand there and watch as his legs trembled with fear.
"And if he gets to me, I'll be torn to pieces," Marche thought.
The Templar took a long leap at Marche, preparing to pounce on Marche. Marche, however, took out his sword and tried to fight back. Unfortunately, that failed horribly as the first strike he tried to attempt caused him to be pinned to the ground by the Templar. He can see that the Templar brought his arm back, ready to smash Marche's skull with one punch. Marche couldn't do much but lie there, waiting for the single blow that will end his life. He then remembered something else as he began to close his eyes.
"And if I die now, I won't be able to find Mewt and Ritz. Nor will I be able to defend that girl over there…"
The Templar began to become satisfied, watching as his victim is praying for one more chance.
"And I won't give him one more chance. All of those who oppose me shall die."
The Templar brought his arm back, ready to kill Marche, and then his clan after that. He finally decided that now will be the time of the clan leader's death, and he will give it to him quickly to save him the pain. However, something caused him to stop, leaving his hand inches from Marche's face. What he heard was the cry of a young viera to stop. Not only did that stop him, but something she possesses caused him to stop. His anger began to wane away, letting himself control the demon within himself. His eyes opened wide in realization of what's happening to him, knowing that what he was about to do would've put him in a worse situation. The Templar stood up, and looked to his left to see the young viera crying from the fear of him taking someone's life.
"How can I be so stupid to…"
Marche looked to see that the Templar walked over to the viera and took her by her bound arms. Next to her is his weapon, the Bangaa Spike. He picked that up as well, taking the viera with him forcefully. The owner of the viera came up to the Templar, trying to stop him.
"Hey, she's not yours to take you half-breed!"
The Templar stopped, and said, "I placed my bets on her and won, meaning that she's now under my custody."
The man couldn't believe what he's hearing. He was swindled in a bet that he should've won. But he lost his prized possession to a half-breed.
"You know what? You half-breeds can go to hell!"
The Templar didn't do anything in response to the comment. He merely took the viera out forcefully as the viera kept struggling to stand. Marche got up, hesitant as to whether or not he should follow. Nat came to Marche's side and helped him up.
"Are you alright, boss?" Nat asked.
Marche looked to his bangaa comrade, knowing his concern. "Yeah, I'll be fine."
He couldn't help it but let his curiosity follow the Templar. He left through the same exit that the Templar left through, hoping to catch up to him.
The Templar and the viera finally got out of the coliseum into the filled streets. The viera began to beg the Templar to stop. He finally stopped behind an alley directly in front of the coliseum. He threw the viera to the ground and held her arms down with his right foot. The viera began to struggle, doing what she can to get out. However, her efforts are getting her nowhere as the Templar's foot is planted onto her arms. The Templar raised his Bangaa Spike over his head in a stabbing motion. Without a second thought, he brought his weapon down in a stabbing motion. The only thing the viera could do is look away, waiting for her death.
