2023-02-15 04:14:22King Lauihnio read the jerk of one of his captains elbow as he made to thrust his wooden sword and quickly sidestepped dropping his right shoulder and leaving the captain stabbing the air.
He blocked the effort of the other captain that swung his wooden sword vertically over his head in an attempt to strike it on his shoulder, noticing how he left his torso unguarded, he raised his right leg and gave the captain a powerful kick making the captain to grunt in pain holding his stomach. The first captain lunged towards King Lauihnio and swung his wooden sword towards King Lauihnio making him Dodge to the left. All efforts made by the captain to strike king Lauihnio was blocked. Tired and frustrated the first captain halted his effort at King Lauihnio. The second captain lunged forward in full menace behind king Lauihnio with the aim of striking his back but king Lauihnio turned quickly and blocked the effort, he used his strength to push the captain backwards freeing himself and buying himself more time and space.The captains circled around king Lauihnio like two feral alley cats in an attempt to charge towards him in a way that would make him confused and fumble. King Lauihnio Put up a one sided smile as both men charged towards him from different directions with the first captain to the right and the second captain to the left, raising their swords in an attempt to strike him.King Lauihnio blocked the second captains attempt then he quickly turned to first captain and gave him a powerful kick to the jaw making him drift backwards, King Lauihnio began to strike the second captains sword which he used to block the king's effort but King Lauihnio did not relent in his attempt to strike the captain, finally king Lauihnio was able to disarm him making the wooden sword to fall away from arms reach, laughing sinisterly he struck him on the neck then bent to strike him on his stomach, with the second captain crouching as a result of the strike on his stomach king Lauihnio jumped behind him and raised his wooden sword and landed it on the captains back sending him to his knees. the first captain charged towards king Lauihnio then stepped on the back of crouching captain who was on his knees causing him to leap forward grunting with the aim of striking king Lauihnio. King Lauihnio quickly ducked, charged down the effort that came after then gave him a knee to his stomach, he struck him on the face causing the captain to turn away from him while holding his face in an attempt to recover.Without hesitation king Lauihnio struck his calf causing the captain to get on his knees letting out a sharp groan. king Lauihnio chuckled then glanced over to the second captain, seeing that both captains made no further attempt to keep on fighting he felt satisfied and proud of himself at being able to flawlessly beat down his veteran captains."Pheew you captains stretched my back a little, anyway I appreciate your efforts." he said while helping the first captain to his feet. Lord Mordian who was watching the skirmish started clapping slowly smiling at his nephew."Wow that was beautiful of you, you were able to beat down your veterans, you know seeing you fight like this makes me proud, proud at the fact that I am responsible for the way you fight - I must have been a really good teacher." Lord Mordian said as he moved to the second captain and helped him up to his feet. "Yes you taught me but I spent time training myself trying to get familiar with the sword.""You know Lauihnio do you mind guessing what my proudest moment is?" king Lauihnio looked upwards trying to guess the answer. "um well I think your proudest moment was when you killed one Lord Bali severing his head after killing twenty of his comrades who were guarding him." Lord Mordian smiled. "When did I tell you such tale?""When I was eleven - you told me that was your proudest moment, you said with that kill you put an end to the Elerian civil war." King Lauihnio said confidently."Yes - that was my proudest moment then - but not now." Lord Mordian said.King Lauihnio looked puzzled. "what is it then uncle?"Lord Mordian took in a deep breath. "My proudest moment was when I heard news of you fighting in the Frontline in the battle of Harenia - you know people may call that stupidity, your men may have thought of you as a mad man but that is the bravest act of a king, putting your life on the line willing to die for your comrades, for your soldiers." Lord Mordian said then moved towards king Lauihnio and tapped his left chest. "I respect that. That proved to me that this stubborn arrogant boy - has finally become a man and because of that your soldiers hold you in high regard, these men look up to you and would gladly give their lives for your cause." Lord Mordian said pointing at the captains who nodded in affirmation. King Lauihnio grinned proudly."You know uncle, what gave me the motivation to be a fighting king, was my passion for the sword and the effort I put in when fighting at the arena during my days as a gladiator - that's why I was the champion of Bauthinia three times, the best record in Bauthinian history." King Lauihnio grinned. Lord Mordian put up a disagreeable look."Yeah whatever, that was because you were the crowned prince, no one dares hurt a the crown prince in the presence of his father." at this statement King Lauihnio scowled at his uncle in resentment."So you are are saying I didn't deserve any of my victories at the arena." he yelled in enragement.Lord Mordian put up a sinister smile. "A big yes I would say."
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Epilogue:Days had passed since Lord Mordian's successful but perilous attempt to harness the arcane forces and restore the fallen soldiers. The initial triumph had given way to a relentless and sinister consequence that now gripped him with an iron hold.Lord Mordian's once vibrant complexion had faded to a sickly pallor, his skin appearing almost translucent under the harsh daylight. Dark circles etched themselves beneath his eyes, marking the toll of sleepless nights and restless vigils.His once steady hands now trembled, the faint quiver betraying the constant strain he was under. His arms and legs felt as if they were aflame, an unrelenting burn that surged through his veins like molten lava. The physical torment was unceasing, a constant reminder of the power he had dared to command.The palms of his hands bore the brunt of the adverse effect. Sections of skin peeled away, leaving behind raw, tender patches that stung with every touch. Lord Mordian's fingertips were bliste
SHADOWS OF DOUBT: BENEVOLENCE IN QUESTION
"In times of war, there must be consequences for actions taken," Bongan Rodbar's voice carried an air of authority as he addressed the captive commander. "You are responsible for the pain and suffering this invasion has brought upon these lands. And now, you must face the consequences.""I was carrying out my orders!" The chief commander replied coldly, with a malevolent look at Bongan Rodbar.Bongan Rodbar turned to Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust, his eyes steady. "Gentlemen, as a symbol of justice and retribution, one of you may choose to deliver the final blow. The choice is yours."A heavy silence hung in the air as Lord Barthine Loust exchanged a contemplative look with Lord Mordian. Then, in a surprising turn of events, Lord Barthine Loust unfastened his own sword from his side and stepped forward, his eyes locked on Lord Mordian."Lord Mordian," he began, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity, "it is you who deserves this chance. For all you have done, and for what yo
UNEXPECTED IDENTITY
As the dust began to settle on the battlefield, Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust exchanged weary yet triumphant glances. The unexpected intervention of the Elerian warriors had turned the tide of battle in their favor, saving Prodloust from the clutches of Quanian annexation.Amidst the aftermath of the chaotic struggle, a presence drew their attention. Among the Elerian horsemen, a mounted soldier stood out, his demeanor exuding an air of command and authority. Even from a distance, it was clear that he was the leader of this formidable force, and his presence was a beacon of hope and strength.As the Bauthinian soldiers continued to regroup, Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust's eyes were drawn to the mounted leader. His attire spoke of his status and prowess. He wore intricately designed chain mail that gleamed even in the dim moonlight, each link a testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into its creation. His helmet was a work of art in itself, adorned with elegant
RENEWED VALOR TRIUMPH
With a fierce determination, Lord Barthine Loust carefully lowered Lord Mordian to the ground, his movements deliberate and calculated. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, the cold metal a comforting weight in his hand. As the two Quanian soldiers charged towards him, he took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.Ducking beneath the first swing of a Quanian blade, Lord Barthine Loust's movements were fluid and precise. He sidestepped another strike, the air whistling as the enemy's weapon sliced through the space where he had been. His mind raced, analyzing every movement of his opponents, seeking out their vulnerabilities.With a swift motion, Lord Barthine Loust parried a blow and countered with a calculated strike of his own. His sword met the Quanian soldier's weapon with a resounding clash, the force of the impact reverberating through his arms. He lunged forward, his blade finding its mark and carving a deep gash across the soldier's chest.However,
THE SIEGE OF PRODLOUST 7
Amidst the chaos, the spectral warriors led by Lord Barthine Loust and Gorloth charged into the heart of the Quanian forces with an otherworldly ferocity. Their armor gleamed with an ethereal radiance as they clashed with the enemy, cutting through the Quanian soldiers with unmatched skill and precision. The Bauthinian foot soldiers, who had been struggling earlier, were awestruck and filled with renewed hope as they witnessed the terrifying warriors with their haunting helmets fighting on their side.Amidst the clash of steel and the cries of battle, the Bauthinian soldiers couldn't believe their eyes. "Who are these warriors and why do they wear such haunting helmets?" one soldier exclaimed in disbelief. Another shouted, "We're not alone! They should be mercenaries hired by Lord Barthine Loust to help us defend our city!" The sight of these fearsome warriors turned the tide of morale, igniting a newfound fire within the Bauthinian ranks.Gorloth, with his long sword and battleaxe,
THE SIEGE OF PRODLOUST 6
Amidst the sea of chaos and carnage, Lord Mordian's focus was unyielding, his sword an extension of his indomitable will. Every strike he made was a tribute to the countless lives he aimed to protect. As a Quanian soldier's shield smashed into his face, a blinding flash of pain erupted, and he staggered backward, his vision momentarily blurred.But even in the midst of this disorienting blow, his training and instincts took over. The burly Quanian soldier lunged at him, his swift movements designed to exploit the momentary weakness. Hammering blows rained down upon Lord Mordian, testing his defenses. Steel met steel as Mordian parried and blocked the onslaught, his muscles straining against the powerful attacks.With each parry, he calculated his opponent's movements, his mind racing even as the world spun around him. His resolve was unshaken, his determination unwavering. In a lightning-quick motion, he sidestepped an incoming strike, his body moving with a grace that belied the
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