From Prisoner To God Of War

Unpredictable Beast Fighter

Anthony Pitbull was his chief guard. He was a turf, burly, towering dude of about 6’2 inches, large palms and wider shoulders. He weighed 280 pounds and had a successfully history in street boxing and swords manhandling.

Whenever Rodrigo Was with Anthony his pride was bigger than the universe because often than not, Anthony had single-handedly taken down one hundred men without any stain on his shirt.

“Anthony did you see that?” he queried hiding behind him, who the fuck is here to cause chaos, huh? Some assholes have got guts but he won’t survive tonight,”

Anthony tossed his head and his neck cracked several times, before he molded his rugged fist, getting ready to take down Lucas.

Like a blast of a missile, Lucas smashed into the room through the roof and landed with the aura of one that had magnet under his foot. His burly tatted shoulders were turned to them as he faced the wall.

The rest of the guards stood out, their chests held out as they pulled out their swords, pointing them at their intruder and ready to take him down.

“Perhaps you came to the wrong destination. Now, I will give you the grace to vacate my crib before I make you lick up my pee with a straw,” Rodrigo prided and lit up a cigar to smoke.

Lucas was still facing the wall, his tatted back was shining glossily in the beam of light that fell on his body. “Look closely at the faces tattooed on my shoulders,” Lucas groaned, his voice beaming like drums, “You murdered them, my parents were murdered in cold blood like birds.”

Rodrigo who seemed to be lost, dimmed his eyes, and snapped, “What the fuck are you talking about, you rotten maggot! Be straight with me and stop playing pranks. Do I look like your lover? Show your face, motherfucker!”

Lucas clenched his jaw, his fist cracking as he molded them. In a pivotal movement, he gathered energy and slammed his fists into his palms, releasing a deafening thunderclap of sound and force that left the guards flying, and smashing against the window and walls.

“Ar! Ah! Oh fuck! Who the hell are you?

Scared to his ribs, Rodrigo held Anthony, seeing the display of unimaginable force that Lucas sent.

“Who the hell are you, man? What do you want?” Rodrigo yelled, so much pity for his guards whose ribs and heads had cracked, as they wailed and petted themselves on the floor.

Forcefully , Lucas turned around, his hostile face still aroused some memory in his head; he still knew that young naïve Lucas who couldn’t hurt a fly;’ that boy of his at the seaport.

“Lucas! Is this you?” He gaped at his beholder.

“I am back!” his voice echoed off the wall, “But this time to serve vengeance as picnic to my enemies.”

“Oh damn, I can’t believe you displayed all that. Small boy Lucas and who told you I am your enemy, huh? Is it because I sent you to jail? Oh come, it is called the game plan of playing the victim. Sorry for sending your ass behind bars. You were naïve.”

Lucas took out his pendant, and held it out, “Take a look at this woman. Where is she?” he asked.

And Rodrigo foolishly came forward to have the pendant, and a shock left the pendant lifted him off his feet and smashed him on the floor.

“Arrh! What the hell was that?” Rodrigo asked, grinning and rubbing his aching body now.

Lucas opened his palms and the pendant returned to him.

Anthony rolled his eyes and shot misty stares at Lucas, waiting for Rodrigo to order him to take down this punk.

“Oh you are unworthy to touch my pendant, huh,” Lucas shot a frown at him, “You killed my parents, kidnapped my pregnant wife and sent me to jail, just to steal a land that isn’t yours.”

“I only sent you to jail asshole!” he barked, “As for your parents they deserve what befall them. They were stubborn to vacate that land.”

Losing his temper, Lucas stamped his foot, and a blurry force raised a glass cup close by and smashed at the face of Rodrigo, blood splattered all over the walls.

“Ah my face! Ah!”

The guards around gathered him to pet him and he yelled, “Take your hands of me and beat up this motherfucker now!”

Jeering, they charged towards Lucas and got suspended in the air once he lifted up his hands, letting out a spark of movement and a shot whisper of wind. Directing them towards the window, they all fell off like nylon bags in the wind.

Their wailing voices echoed in the distance as they smashed their heads on the floor.

“Oh my god!” Rodrigo wailed as he ran to the widow to see his guards lying lifeless.  Are you sure you are Lucas? What are you made of?” he queried.

At the time, Anthony had folded his fists, smiling evilly, his blood boiling, and waiting to face his offender.

“What you just saw is the tip of ice berg, Rod. I am no longer the boy you used to know, start talking,” he fumed at him and began to punch into his palms and each time he did, Rodrigo felt it in his belly.

“Oh please stop, stop, you are killing me. What do you want?”

“My pregnant wife. Where is Alicia?”

“I don’t know where she is, huh? You are not going to kill me for what I don’t know. I said I only sent you to jail!”

“And play alibi in the snatching of our oil-rich land, huh,” Lucas fumed and stamped his foot, the ground shook when he did.

Anthony pulled back.  “Master, you don’t have to break words with this uncircumcised pig. Let me beat him up and make him drink up my pee.” He prided.

Like a hawk sighting his prey, Lucas focused his red misty eyes on him.