Here ya' go! Lol I know it's been like, months, but I made this chapter extra long for you guys. Sorry though about how fricken long it's been. Again, like I said on my other story, don't feel bad if you want to message me or review and tell me to hurry the hell up. Sweet, so R&R! Enjoy!
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They had found keys in Sampson's pocket that went to a cargo truck located two blocks away. At this moment, Eragon was helping load the crates into the truck with the two men he'd be on this mission with. Inside the building, Arya and Orik were in the process of setting up surveillance and getting all the required supplies. As soon as the last crate was added, he sat on the edge of the floor of the cargo truck and watched what little traffic there was. A police car suddenly tore down the street and past them, heading toward some unknown issue. It led his mind back to a much different time.
He sat at the edge of the roof, looking out into the darkness. Next to him was a girl who he hardly knew. Both of them were drunk but she was to the point of passing out. Just then, sirens flared below and cops poured out of their cars and towards the house. "Cops!" was shouted by several people as they started at a run towards their cars and to the woods behind the house. Eragon stood rapidly, swearing, and pulled the girl towards the window. She was too drunk to get away but if he left her on the roof she'd probably end up falling off. As soon as he'd lifted her through the window and inside, he climbed back to the roof.
He tried to stay in the shadows but a flashlight lit his back and a bullhorn shouted for him to stop. He turned towards a cop on the ground and met his eyes with a sneer, before running to the other side of the roof and dropping to the ground. He landed just as a police officer arrived around the corner. "Halt!" He froze. He knew if he was taken in, he'd be in juvi. Again. This time it'd be much longer.
Going at a full out sprint, he headed for the woods. The cop behind him shouted again and he heard the crushing of leaves as he was followed. In this state, he wasn't as agile and quick, and so the officer caught him and grabbed the scruff of his collar. Without thinking, Eragon threw his fist out and clocked the officer on his jaw, making the man stumble. No. . . Now he had to escape. Assault on an officer? That would put him away for a long time. He was prepared to fight but before anything, the cop pulled a gun. That was it. He was screwed. Holding up his hands, Eragon waited as he was cuffed and then he was led back towards a squad car. Being shoved in the back, he slumped his shoulders.
He was booked and paperwork was filled out. Just as before, after everything, he was returned to juvi. Many faces he recognized as he entered, smirked. They'd known he'd be back. Just 16 and he'd been in and out twice already. Wasn't a huge surprise. That's what happens when you grow up in foster care your whole life. Shit homes equals shit attitude.
"Eragon."
He jolted out of his memory and looked to find Arya standing before him.
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Walking outside, she found Eragon sitting on the edge of the truck, staring blankly out into space. He was obviously in his own world so she took the opportunity to study him. He was confusing. He seemed like such a shallow tool, but at the same time, he showed wisdom and kindness where she would assume he had none. His eyes were always playful and excited but his words betrayed his true feelings. It hit her then, who he truly was. It all made sense when she thought about it. It was an act. He played a part that he felt comfortable with; made people believe he was an ass to keep them from digging deeper. It was brilliant really. He was just like her but he used subtlety where she used bluntness.
Smirking slightly at her discovery, she cleared her throat. He jolted as if out of a trance and she watched his eyes as he looked at her. This time, behind the jovial glint, she took in his sadness and confusion. His rage and grief. He frowned at her piercing stare before standing.
"What's up?"
She opened the map that she held in her hand.
"The place you're going is in the middle of a huge plot of open land. We wont be able to get to close but Ajihad has about 30 men heading to the location and they'll be four minutes out."
He snorted.
"Yeah, no problem. I'll just call timeout if they catch us. They should understand and wait for our back up."
She rolled her eyes at his douchey-ness. Now it was more amusing than annoying, knowing that he was just putting on an act.
"I'll be following you to your destination until you get close. Then I'll hold back with the rest." She met his eyes. "You're sure you can handle this?"
He nodded with certainty.
"Their lives are in my hands. I have to."
"Good. When you're inside, you have to keep your cover. The moment you see Durza, you're going to swipe your wrist," She lifted his arm and hooked a brown belt buckle leather bracelet to his arm. "across the small of your back. There's a magnet in the bracelet that will flip on a signal."
He made a face.
"Why can't it just be a watch?"
"Because Sampson had a leather bracelet like this."
He gave it an annoyed look.
"Well, why do I have to do so much just to signal you? Why cant the signal be in the front pocket of my pants?"
"Because you're hand passes it as you move and swing your arms. Putting the switch at your back makes the action deliberate."
He reached behind him and ran his hand along the jacket.
"Where is the signal?"
She gripped his shoulder and turned him slightly. Her hand pressed the jacket into his back at a certain point.
"Right here. Remember this." She released him and stepped back. "Now load up. You're off in ten."
As she walked towards the building she heard him mumble,
"Right. I'll just reach behind and scratch my ass. Put the signal in the back. Jeeze."
The sarcasm was so potent she could basically see his eyes rolling. Smiling to herself, she went inside and told the other two agents to get in the cargo truck. Orik was in a conversation with someone who she assumed was Saphira. He laughed about something and hung up the phone. Looking at her he smirked.
"Saphira says to watch his back or she'd shank our faces next time she saw us."
"Shank? She has thousands of weapons at her fingertips and she chooses to use a makeshift one?"
Orik laughed again.
"I said the same thing. Her response was that she would grab the first thing she saw. Probably a pen or the like. She wouldn't waste time finding an actual weapon."
Smiling, Arya and he both followed the guys going with Eragon outside. Eragon had climbed in the driver's side while the other two sat next to him on the bench seat.
He started the engine and glanced at her momentarily before stepping on the gas and moving out. The agent that Eragon had replaced drove up in blue 2009 Chevy Impala. She's much prefer the 1967 version but they needed to avoid sticking out. She walked over and stood by the driver's door. The agent looked at her questioningly before realizing that she wanted him to get out. Cheeks flushed, he opened the driver's door and slid out.
She took his place and the agent got in the back seat, knowing Orik would be taking the passenger side. Orik came out moments later and climbed into the car. He opened a laptop on his lap and Arya started off after the cargo truck at a distance. As time passed and they came closer to the drop site, an uneasy feeling began to crawl up her spine.
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The two agents next to him had very different ways of coping with what was coming. One, Evan, wouldn't shut his mouth for more than three seconds. The other, Stephen, stared off into space and continuously fidgeted with his fingers. Eragon tried to ignore them both. He was trying to calm himself; to prepare himself for facing the man who killed Garrow. The man who destroyed his life. He'd promised Arya he would be fine and he would be. A mistake could kill the men next to him and that was unacceptable.
As the night passed slowly, he continued to ponder anything that happened to come to his mind. For some reason, it always led back to Arya. Something he'd be thinking about would suddenly bring her image to mind even when he tried to think of other things purposefully. He'd see a hint of green and suddenly her eyes were glaring into his skull. It wasn't unpleasant, but it worried him. If he became attached. . . it wouldn't turn out well. She wasn't one for letting people in.
The sun peaked out from the horizon a little later and his stomach tightened. They'd be there soon. Evan and Stephen both tensed noticeably. Evan stopped talking and looked straight out the window. He sighed and glanced at them.
"When we drive in, we need to be relaxed. You need to forget what lies before you and become the person you are portraying." He reached for the stereo and turned it on. A song he knew well rang out and a grin crossed his face. "Do either of you know Adelitas Way?"
Stephen chuckled and nodded but Evan shrugged.
"Not really my kind of music."
Turning it up, Eragon gave him a sideways smirk.
"Well it's all we got. Try to enjoy."
He rested into the seat as "The Collapse" began to put his nerves at ease.
The rest of the drive was less uncomfortable as each accepted that they were in this and that they must be at their best to guarantee the safety of the group. A few miles back, Arya's car turned of the dirt road and he lost sight of it. In the distance, he saw the outline of the scrap yard and his grip on the wheel tightened. He turned off "Criticize" and straightened his shoulders. A hard look crossed all three of their faces. It was game time.
Armed guards motioned him forward into the compound and he followed their signals until one help out his hand for Eragon to stop. Doing so, him and the agents got out of the truck and hopped to the ground. A guard came forward.
"Sampson, correct?" Eragon nodded but as the guard came closer his eyes narrowed. "What happened to you?"
Eragon shrugged nonchalantly.
"That merc gave more of a fight than anticipated."
He had to avoid holding his breath while the man pondered his answer. When the guard chuckled, relief flooded him.
"Yeah, we've had that problem with a few others." The man motioned several others over. "Help carry those boxes into the warehouse."
Eragon led them to the the back of the truck and they began unloading the cargo. At least they didn't know Sampson or the others personally or we'd be seriously screwed. He waited as two guards pushed a crate towards him and another guy. Getting a grip on it, he let the guard lead as they headed for a one story structure thirty feet away. The crates were heavy and by the time they reached the doors, both he and the man were straining and sweating. The doors opened into a dark, musty space that caused him to want to sneeze. He held it back and walked forward with the heavy crate. They finally set it next to several others and stood, panting somewhat. The guard let out a puff of air.
"Shit, they're heavy."
Chuckling, Eragon nodded. Both of them waited as the others brought the rest and then they were led to a dining hall. Stephen met his eyes as he passed by and continued on while he followed close behind. They were led through the building and back out through a back door. Eragon was surprised to see several more buildings that were newly constructed. From the outside as he'd driven up, it had looked like what it was claimed to be. A crappy junkyard that had seen better days.
Now though, from this view, it seemed like a military camp. Durza's men were patrolling and walking about. At least a hundred in clear view. His fists clinched. The Varden had no knowledge that this place was so heavily fortified. If they tried to take it they would be slaughtered. Both Evan and Stephen seemed to have reached this conclusion as well because when he looked at them, both subtly shook their heads. He nodded and looked around. They were going to have to improvise.
A man, obviously high in Durza's rank by his dickish air of authority he held about him, walked to stand in front of the group.
"Newcomers stay for a moment. The rest of you get to your duties."
The men around him dispersed quickly in different directions. Eragon watched the newcomer carefully. He could tell he was being studied right back. The man spoke as if to the group but him eyes remained on Eragon
"You will all remained stationed here until all the cargo has been delivered. Tasks will be assigned and you are responsible for completing them. To fail to do so will bring punishment. I'm Jacobs. You call me sir and nothing else. Understood?"
Both Evan and Stephen nodded and replied in accordance with "sir." Eragon just continued to stare Jacobs down. He knew he was taking a risk, but he needed to earn freedom of movement and the only way do that was to make yourself a big man in the camp. But it was a thin line. Jacobs could either take the bait or see him as disrespectful and put a guard on him. Finally Jacobs gave a slight nod and continued speaking.
"You will have your quarters assigned to you by Jeremy." He pointed to a guard standing by the outside of what Eragon assumed was the headquarters. "Do that and then report to the commons," He pointed again. "that building over there. Go now." They headed towards Jeremy but Jacobs spoke again. "Not you." Eragon turned and saw the man was looking at him. "I want to talk to you."
Eragon stayed behind as the other two walked on.
"Yes?"
Jacobs' eyes narrowed.
"You seem to have forgotten something."
Eragon gave a look as if pondering something.
"I don't think so."
There was another stare down and he knew this would decide how he was seen. He didn't back off. Finally Jacobs' face broke out into a grin.
"Alright. You intrigue me. What's your name?"
"Sampson."
Jacobs' nodded.
"Come with me. I think you'll be of interest to my boss."
Eragon's heart stopped for a moment. Durza. He collected himself as best he could as he was led away. They walked to a smaller building that had it's own patrol of six and four stationary guards. They were waved inside and Jacobs led him through a large corridor to a room at the back. They had passed several doors that Eragon assumed were for men like Jacobs. As he knocked, Eragon stood to the side and waited, his nerves on edge and hands clenched.
"Come in." His voice, scorched in the back of Eragon's head, sent chills through him. They entered the room and his breath refused to come as he looked on the face of Garrow's killer. Durza's eyes narrowed and he leaned back in his chair. "Who is this, Miles?"
"His name is Sampson, sir."
"He causing trouble?"
Jacobs' shook his head.
"No, I just feel that he's more than a common merc. He could be useful."
Durza stood from him seat, a small creak coming from his chair. He walked forward and tilted his head at Eragon.
"You're name?"
"Sampson."
Durza frowned.
"Has Miles not taught you the rules?"
Eragon's heart was racing and he desired so much to snap the demon's neck.
"He did. I don't listen very well."
Durza watched him for a moment before suddenly gripping his throat. Durza's fingers dug painfully into him, cutting off all air. Eragon was almost sure he had discovered who he was. He prepared for a fight but before he did anything, Durza spoke.
"Let's get one thing straight. You might be a big and tough but unless you want a bullet to the head, you respect me. Got it?"
Eragon wanted so badly to break the wrist that was touching him but he bested that urge. Instead, he clenched his jaw and waited a moment before nodding. Durza nodded and released him, shoving him back.
"Good. Now, just because you act tough doesn't mean shit. I think we should see what you're capable of. Miles?"
The man stood at attention.
"Sir?"
Tell everyone that they're released from their chores tonight. We're going to have a little fun."
Jacobs grinned.
"Yes sir."
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Something had gone wrong. It was almost ten P.M. and Eragon hadn't signaled a strike. She was sitting in the dirt, leaning against the side of the car she'd driven. Her laptop was on her lap and she was watching the satellite feed and it just didn't seem right. Something was off. She'd seen the truck drive in and there were a couple guards, but now she couldn't see anyone. They'd assumed it was because they'd driven the truck into a building but she hadn't seen it. Orik had been on the line with Saphira trying to set up the thermal camera but the system kept failing.
That in itself was strange because Saphira had never been stopped like this before. Arya hear Orik curse loudly and looked over to find him flipping open a computer and quickly checking something. She stood walked over to join him. He was talking with Saphira and it seemed she'd found something.
"Are you sure?"
Arya couldn't hear Saphira's response but it caused Orik to tense and run his hand through his hair. Arya became tired of waiting.
"What's happening, Orik?"
He pointed at the screen.
"Watch."
Nothing happened for a moment but suddenly the screen glitched and she saw a totally different picture. It changed back quickly but it had been enough to get the drift. She let out a breath and held her hand out for the com link. Orik handed it to her without a word.
"Saphira how come we didn't see this?"
"I'm asking myself the same question. Somehow the footage has been blocked. There's a cloak around the camp and a virus in the satellite that keeps anyone from making changes. Whoever did this. . . .Arya it has to be Shrukain. I'm the best there is. I don't know anybody who could do this besides him."
Arya sighed.
"I know. Is there a way to bypass it?"
"Now that I know it's there, I think I can go around it. Give me a few minutes. That screen you're looking at is actually cloned from mine. That's how I was able to glitch the satellite for a second. Just watch it and you'll see as soon as I do. I'll do the thermal imaging first and then try to remove the cloaking."
"Sounds good."
She set the com down and rolled her neck. She had a feeling she wouldn't like whatever was in that scrapyard.
It took ten minutes before Arya began to see a change on the screen. What appeared made her heart sink. There were over a hundred of heat signatures roaming the camp and in buildings. She called Orik over and he cursed under his breath.
"I guess we know why he didn't signal."
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He'd been told to find his bunk and then ordered to remain in his quarters till he was called for. A meal was brought to him but nothing else for the next several hours. Deciding there was nothing to do but sleep, he proceeded to close his eyes. An hour later he was woken by a tap on the door.
"Sampson. Put these on and come outside."
There was a thud as something landed on the floor and then the door slammed shut. Rubbing his eyes, he stood up and looked towards the ground. Laying there was a pair of plain black sweatpants. What the hell? He had no clue what was going on but he assumed he was supposed to put the sweats on. After doing so, he walked out. Immediately, hands grabbed him and a hood was thrown over his head. He struggled violently, knocking two of his attackers off but several more hands grabbed him. A voice chuckled as he continued to struggle.
"Relax Sampson. This is just for the entertainment of the rest of the men. You're actual test awaits."
The voice was obviously Miles Jacobs. He tried to get free again but it was to no avail. Finally, after being led towards the noise of jeering men, he was brought to a stop and his hood was removed. What he saw left him still. A circle at least thirty square feet all around was set up with stakes dug into the ground around it. On those stakes were torches that lit the darkness. Surrounding the arena was over a hundred of Durza's men cheering and talking with one another. He caught sight of Durza and was waved over.
Complying, he took in his surroundings again. When he reached Durza he narrowed his eyes.
"What the hell is all this? What's happening?"
Durza smacked him across the face causing fury to rise.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"What the hell is all this, sir?"
He made sure to put sarcasm in every syllable. Durza smiled.
"This is your test."
"How so?"
The evil man before him cracked his knuckles.
"Well, you'll be fighting until you're taken out. Depending on how far you get determines what you will be. This is how we test somebody's worth here. We could do it privately but the mercenaries need entertainment and the Romans had it right. Blood and fighting are just such a wonderful tool to appease the bloodlust of men. The guys you'll be fighting are of all different skills. This is their punishment as much a your test. They have failed in some way and this will make up for it." Durza moved and touched a table next to him. On it were several different weapons including a knife, brass knuckles, a bat, and a nightstick. Eragon raised his eyebrows.
"To the death, then?"
Durza shook his head.
"No, just maim or brutal injury. If you kill somebody it comes out of your paycheck. You may choose one of these weapons. Something to take into consideration is this; you are trying to impress. Big weapons are so. . . boring." Eragon nodded and quickly chose the brass knuckles. Durza smirked. "You may go far here, kid."
Eragon slid the cold steel onto his fingers and accustomed his hands to them. He turned to find a man in nothing but a pair of black sweats standing in the middle of the ring. Eragon started towards it but Durza gripped his shoulder.
"Jacket and shirt."
"What?"
"Easier to see wounds when there's nothing covering them. Take em' off and then get out there."
Taking a breath, Eragon pulled off his cargo jacket and dropped it before removing his shirt. A cool breeze drifted across his skin and the hairs on his arms raised. Rolling his shoulders, he made his way into the ring.
Before he even had a chance to get situated, the merc had lunged and swung, aiming a blow at his jaw. Sloppy. With ease, Eragon knocked the man's arm out of the way and gripped his wrist, flipping him to the ground. Without hesitation, he brought his fist across the man's face. A small grunt was all that was heard as the merc fell to unconsciousness. Eragon's lips raised slightly. If they were all this shit at fighting, I'll easily complete this task. The mercs around him looked slightly surprised and he noticed a large group of people, about thirty that he could see, sectioned off from the others. Their faces had a scared hint to them. Those are the people he'd be fighting. Giving his nastiest grin their direction, he watched as another was pushed into the ring.
The man was dressed as the last had been, but this time his opponent held back. Eragon didn't even bother to get in stance yet. This man obviously only had brute training. He was large and strong but he had no finesse. Finally, the merc got tired of waiting and approached cautiously, fist protecting his face. Eragon smirked. He wasn't planning on going for his face. As soon as he was close enough he faked a hook at his jaw. The mercenary tensed and waited but Eragon had already pulled back and slammed his knuckles into the man's stomach. He doubled over and Eragon kicked across his body towards the side of the merc's head. The man barely got out of the way as he threw himself back and stumbled to the ground. Eragon didn't give him a chance to resettle. He ran and crouched, driving his fist into his face.
Instead of going out, the man grabbed Eragon around the neck and pushed him back. Eragon gripped the man's wrists and pulled his hands off of his throat. Not backing down, the mercenary slammed Eragon in the stomach. But because of the short distance between them, there was almost no power behind it. Eragon was glad the merc didn't know the technique to make those hits hurt. With quick movements, he ignored the blows to his stomach and brought his elbow down across the man's jaw. Two more strikes caused the man below him to go still.
Standing, he wiped the sweat that was dripping into his eyes and let the light breeze cool his skin. He rolled his shoulders and waited for the next opponent to enter the ring. Around him, Durza's men were cheering and laughing for him. Good. He was winning favor. A large man with a short, black mohawk stepped into the ring. Eragon's eyebrows raised and he took in the muscle mass that covered the guy. Holy shit. His arms are as big as my head. For some reason, a image flashed into Eragon's mind that made him laugh suddenly. The merc frowned angrily.
"What're you laughing at, twinky?" This caused him to laugh harder. The merc became furious. "You'll be sorry, bitch!"
The man ran at him with impressive speed and because Eragon was almost doubled over in amusement, he was off balance and barely jumped out of the way in time. The merc still rammed his shoulder. The large mass slamming into him caused Eragon to be thrown sideways. He stayed on his feet but for some reason couldn't bring himself to stop laughing. At this point the merc looked like a charging bull. This image helped nothing as he gasped for air around his laughter. The man circled him.
"What the hell is wrong with you little shit!?"
Eragon sucked in air and let it out, still somewhat chuckling.
"Well, you look like my character from Skyrim. His name is Lurtz."
Thinking of it again made him chuckle. Around him everyone was silent, probably questioning whether he was going insane. The merc before him looked increasingly confused.
"Why is that so funny?!"
Eragon bent over and caught his breath.
"Because it's an Orc."
Several snorts came from the crowd and the merc's eyes widened. He barreled at Eragon but this time he was ready. As he came within arm's reach, Eragon brought his right foot up and placed it on the merc's thigh. He let himself fall back and kept his arms in front of him, fists clenched, as he rolled and threw the mercenary over him. He rolled to his feet and turned, kicking the man across the face. Eragon, after making sure the man was out, walked to the center of the ring. The three he'd already taken down were still there. He looked at Durza.
"Any way we could get them out of the way before continuing?"
A cruel smile crossed the demon's face.
"I think we'll leave them. It'll be like an obstacle course."
Rolling his eyes, Eragon turned and readied himself to face the next man.
He'd taken down seven mercenaries in total and they were of varying ability. He'd only faced one that had taken a few minutes to take down. And that was because the merc had had a nightstick. He'd taken a couple shots in the arms and sides before he'd been able to beat the opponent down. The next one who stepped in was armed like he was with brass knuckles. Eragon sighed and steadied his feet. This one carried himself differently. He had a confident gait as he headed for Eragon. Ignoring this, Eragon studied his opponent. He seemed capable.
Eragon was the first to attack. He wanted to see this man's reflexes and his style. The merc knocked his punch to the side and countered with a jab at his chest. Eragon blocked him, throwing three shots to the merc's head, shoulder, and chest. All were blocked and then responded to with a strike at his jaw. Eragon ducked, quickly bringing his leg up and around his opponents, he placed his heel in the back of the man's knee. He gripped his wrist and shoved forcefully, causing the mercenary to fly onto his back. Eragon moved swiftly, trying to reach him before he got up but the man flew to his feet, shaking off the dirt from his back. He smirked at him and waited for Eragon to attack.
Eragon moved in closer but didn't strike. Finally, his opponent took the bait. But he didn't do as Eragon had expected. Instead of a full punch, fast jabs were thrown at him rapid-fire. Using the 360 Defense, he blocked every strike with little effort. The merc before him seemed to see that he wasn't getting anywhere and changed methods. He shoved forward with his hands at Eragon's chest, knocking him off balance, and swept his leg at Eragon's calves. But Eragon knew exactly what he was doing and bent his knees, avoiding being hit in his Achilles and then gripping his opponent's arm that was in the process of pushing his chest back.
This way, as he fell, he knocked the merc off balance as well when he stumbled across him. Rolling to his feet, Eragon steadied himself and walked at the mercenary who'd been catching his breath and trying to decide what to do next. Eragon noticed a hint of nervousness in his eyes and grinned. He had him. As soon as he was close, Eragon juked his fist forward and then back. While his opponent brought his hands up, Eragon turned and slammed his shin into the merc's side in a power angle kick. cracking sounded around the arena area and the man bent down slightly, groaning. Taking this chance, Eragon jumped up and slammed his knee into the mercenary's upper chest. stumbling at an impressive rate, the man tried to steady himself. He swung at Eragon who caught his left wrist with his left hand and then Eragon brought his right arm around from behind him and slammed his radius into the side of his neck. This brought the merc to completely lose any form and Eragon wrapped his arms around the back of his opponents legs and lifted him up before smashing him into the ground. Another groan echoed before it was cut off by a massive blow to the cheekbone. Eragon stood and rested as much as he could before the next man came in to fight him. This one had a knife.
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Saphira was in the process of trying to bypass the lock that kept them from seeing an actual view of the area. She watched the heat signatures and looked for any sign of commotion but nothing happened until almost everyone started to come outside. They all grouped in a circle around one spot and she waited with curiosity. Finally, a lone figure, one that she had noticed staying in what she guessed were the barracks, began to move as another went to the door.
"Saphira I want a visual."
"I know, I know! I'm almost there."
The person was led to the gathering and she lost sight of him in the mass of red and orange. She saw what was happening when a person entered the empty space that the rest were surrounding. She waited for several moments and then another joined them. She called Orik over.
"Look at this. It's like a match."
His eyes narrowed.
"How long till we can actually see them?"
Saphira heard him and basically growled in her ear.
"I'm doing the best I can Shrukain is ridiculously good." The two figures began to fight and one easily beat the other. Something was familiar about the technique and she tensed. Hoping against hope, she waited and watched as another went out.
"Shit!"
Saphira yelled and Arya heard her hit something.
"What is it?"
"There's another fricken firewall! This will take longer than I expected. Sorry guys."
She watched the next several fights and each one made her more sure of her theory. Especially the last one. Still, she hoped against it. Another person stepped into the ring and she saw that they had a weapon in their hand. Looking closely, her veins chilled. It was a knife. The fight began and the one who'd been defeating the rest moved cautiously. The one with the knife swiped at him and stabbed quickly. They seemed rather decent with it which meant bad news for the opponent.
Still, the other had skill and when the guy with the knife attacked with a wide stab, the opponent punched the weapon arm and his chest. The one with the knife fell back a couple steps and the one who'd blocked him took his opening and jumped, spinning in the air and kicking the man across the face. Falling back, the one with the knife hit the ground. The other dropped on top of him and used his knee to keep the weapon arm down. As he punched him, she watched as the man with the knife pulled up his leg and reached down, taking something out of it. The screen went black just as he swiped.
"Got it! It should be coming in a couple seconds."
Arya's heart was racing as she waited. When the image came back she could see exactly who was fighting. She'd been right. Eragon was in the process of gripping the free hand that had grabbed the knife. Blood was dripping from his side as he wrenched the knife out of his opponent's hand. With a single shot, Eragon had slammed the pommel of the dagger across the man's face and rendered him unconscious. Standing and stumbling back in pain, Eragon looked to a place direction. She shifted her view from him and found Durza watching with crossed arms and a smug grin on his face. Eragon said something, motioning to his cut side but Durza only shook his head before motioning behind Eragon as another opponent stepped into the ring.
EmlynMara: Lol yeah he'll be calling her out a lot.
Dracones: It's all good. I rarely review anything. Lol :P Yeah when I thought of it I was pretty proud of myself lol. For some reason I have really interesting ideas at four in the morning. That's when I thought of it and I like, got up and wrote it really quick so I wouldn't forget haha.
DeMoNzMaGiC: Thanks!
Iryan Drottingu: Very soon, actually.
winter wolf: Well I'll be putting up the ending and epilogue of FtP after these stories are over. It will be a while but it'll get done haha. I'm not actually sure about the Spanish thing. I have no skill in learning languages. I'm literally incapable (not really, I'm actually just lazy). I'll be transferring this coming year or the next as well. Thanks! And I play mostly RPGs. Like, Skyrim, Assassin's Creed (all of them), Fallout 3, Mass Effect (all three). I play First Person Shooters but I don't enjoy them as much.
My Generation: Yeah I probably wont go back and play the others then.
The Hero of the Dark: Because they'll be taking it out of Chile and into the open which is when they'll possibly need them. But yeah I could've had them use smaller weapons haha.
.9: Yeah it'll be shown later what his is :D I'm just keeping it a secret for now because I'm actually trying to decide between two :P
eragonfan117: Thanks!