And so the story began
It was an cloudy day on the island. Fred Devons, owner and president of the Devons televison group watched the three vehicles before him. 'Do they work' he asked a short black man, wearing a labcoat. 'Splendid' the man answered. the english accent was clearly hearable. On his private island, Fred had spent millions of dollars to get the best technician, research men and supplies money could buy. The result, three actual working time machines. 'How is the other project?' Fred asked. 'Done too' this time it was an big German woman that answered. 'Follow me please' she continued. Fred followed the woman out the door, in a long hallway and after some more doors, they came across a door guarded by two men. They entered the door and Fred smiled as he saw several computers and keybords and, behind a glass screen, an arena that suddenly changed into a desert. Fred saw how the woman had pushed some buttons, and now she was working on the keybord again, with as result an shoppingcentre appearing. 'How real is this all?' Fred asked the woman. 'as real as possible. The warriors can be thrown trough glass and it would hurt them, the same goes with the rest you can see. The Cebro has thousends of arena's in his memory.' the woman told it all with a proud smile.
There was a knock on the door and after that the door openend, revealing Jasper Klinch, the vice-president of the Devons television group. He entered the office of his boss and got comfortable in a soft chair. 'Sir' he spoke to Fred. 'The soldiers are ready for action. 'Very good, very good indeed' Fred said. 'Tell them that they have to get ready for their first travel into history. Take the warriors and bring them here. Also, i dont care if the soldiers do not manage to grab the weapons and armour, we will reproduce that.' The command was clear and Fred was expecting that his number two, as he liked to call Jasper would run off to follow the orders. Jasper just sat there, picking his fingers. 'Is there something else?' Fred asked. 'Yes, sir..' Jasper did not know how to bring it. he knew the man for so long, why couldn't he just say what was on his mind. Jasper took a deep breath and started. 'We have spend an awful lot of money on the three time machines, the buildings, that Cebro thing and the holding facilities. There is not much money left and the board is getting nervous. I.. I.. I mean, if something goes wrong, anything at all. We lose everything we worked to hard to accomplice.'Fred raised from his chair, walked to the window and watched the trees and small river outside. 'Nothing will go wrong' Fred spoke. 'We have soldiers from all around the world. Some are ex criminals, others have been in armies. They will take the prisoners and guard them. As for the money. They money we have lost, we will tripple it as soon as we air it. Comon, ancient warriors, fighting till death for our entertainment. Warriors who have never met in history are facing each other in an arena. Everyone wants to see that. We will get money from commercials, advertisement in the show, viewers and gamblers, who wants to gamble on the winners. The next months, DTG will be on the lips of everybody around the world. Praising us and our matches. The greatest part is that nobody knows it is all real.' The masterplan was perfect. Fred had spend weeks, creating it and now it was almost ready, nothing would stand in his way. 'The best part is, that when this tournement is over, we just start all over again with other warriors. We can spend decades using this formula.' Fred was really boasting himself now. ' But.. Sir...' Jasper interrupted. 'Like i said before... I still think its not ethical to....' Fred was now standing in front of Jasper, looking angry. 'WE have come so far. U are not going to screw things up. I dont want to hear anything about ethical things anymore, or else...!'
Jeff Garsh and Logan Bright followed the little black man to the timevehicles, as the time machines were named. The soldiers had their own term, calling them the historyboomers. Jeff was a very tall man. Her used to be a member of the navy seals untill he had quitte that job. Being a seal was great for a time, but Jeff wanted to have a more steady income, finding it in this job. Logan on the other hand was not very big or broad. He was a great marksman and had been active in some obscure agencies. Now he was hired by the Devons television group to travel in the past to get the warriors and when all warriors were collected, guarding him. Logan knew that Jeff had the same job and 15 more men. Altough Logan did not know all of them, all the guards have been in gouverment organisations or the organised crime. 'This is the timevehicle you two are going to use.' the technician said in a squeeky voice. He opened the front door, showing the cockpit. 'This will be your place. You can store your personal stuff here and you can sleep here. Ofcourse, it also serves the main purpose of flying this thing.' The two soldiers just nodded and walked on. The vehicles can fly and drive, they are really fast, especially in the air and you could cross the north sea within half an hour.' The man then opened the backdoors, showing four cells. 'These are containercells. Ofcourse you are meant to neutralize the warriors but its save to put them in here. You can store four warriors at a time' he spoke lastly. Jeff and Logan gave a sign of understanding when suddenly a big bang sounded in the hall smoke appeard. When the smoke pulled away, a man and a woman stepped out of a timevehicle. And thats why we call these the historyboomers, jeff though with a grin. Jeff noticed that the man and woman were Chuck and Sarah, ex cia agents and lovers. they opened the backdoors of their vehicles and and heard a loud bouncing and screaming. The black man looked up, a bit scared. As Chuck and Sarah opened a two doors, Chuck remarked: 'That damn viking just woke up when we tranquilised the bastard. We were just able to force him in the cell.' Two other soldiers had shown up and carried two native warriors away. Chuck, Jeff and Logan stood ready as Sarah opened the door with the viking behind him. The big man slammed towards the outside, knocking Sarah away. The man smelled like animals and wore a combination of fur and chainmail. Chuck and Jeff grabbed the arms of the viking, as Logan escorted them outside. Sarah stood up slowly with only having a bloody lip as result of the punch and fall. Half an hour later, Jeff and Logan were ready to go. Both armed with a handpistol and a smg, they also carried a pair of handcuffs each and Jeff carried a tazergun, while Logan had an tranquilizergun with him. They stepped in the the timevehicle, threw their bags with personal stuff and food in a corner and fastend their seatbelts. Logan set the time and Jeff made them ready for take off. A few minutes later, they were shot at blindingspeed and with smoke and flashes everywhere, they felt an force and when it was lifted, they were cruising in the air, with a lake under them. They had just arrived in ancient Greece.
The historyboomer came down on the ground, in the grass. 'First one, the spartan', Jeff said. 'What the hell is a spartan by the way' he added. as Jeff stepped out of the vehicle and inhaled the fresh air. 'Dunnoh, some sort of ancient warrior, lots of armour' Logan said while he was searching the stuff. 'Where is the AK47, i would swear we took it with us.' He added. 'Sorry, but i don't think we took one with us. Next time dude' Jeff responded. Deciding which way they would go, both men headed north, into a forest. As they walked trough, they heard a cry. Quickly turning back and taking their handguns, they saw three men. The warrior in the middle was clothed in bronze and had a shield and spear in his hands as the two men next to him were only dressed in cloths and were holding spears. 'Its the middle guy' Logan said as he fired is makarov, hitting the warrior on the right in the chest. 'I guessed already' Jeff responded as his Sig Sauer shot a bullet in the throat of the right warrior. The Spartan looked angry as his two slaves were just killed by those strange weapons. Seconds the two agents had to step away as the spartan charged them with his spear. Jeff activated his stungun but the shield of the spartan deflected the attack. It did gave Logan the oppertunity to shoot an tranquilizing dart in the neck of the Spartan. The Spartan yelled angry, took the dart out of his neck, aimed his spear at Logan and collapsed to the ground. The two men took off the armour of the spartan warrior and dragged the man into one of the holding cells. 'Shall we take the weapons?' Logan asked. 'We did not have to, so we keep them here' was the response of Jeff. When the men had thrown the Spartan warrior, they both got in the timevehicle again and reloaded the tazer and tranquilizer. 'What is next on the list?' Jeff asked. Logan took the piece of paper with the four warriors written on it, drew a cross behind the spartan and gave answer: 'The Persian Immortal' The timevehicle rose to the air and stayed there. 'First, we have to find out, which way Persia is' Jeff said.
The timevehicle came to a stop in the soft earth. The two man came out and sat outside, on the ground. 'Okay the boss wants a persian immortal.' Logan said. 'These guys are supposed to be the elite guard in the Persian empire.''Logan explained Jeff. 'Hmm okay' Jeff reacted. 'Well there is a Persian town here somewhere. I noticed it when we came flying here. We could sneak in the town and search untill we find one. We stun him and drag him away.' Jeff said to his companion. the plan was quicly thought out and both men waited untill the night came before they came into action. The trip into town as soundless and no guard had noticed that they were there. It took some time before they saw a man whom they positifly could identify as an immortal. Jeff and Logan waited behind to trees untill the lone man walked past and as soon as he had his back towards them, Jeff grabbed the stungun and shot it at the neck of the persian warrior. The immortal went down with a big sound. The two modern men grabbed the scale armoured warrior and dragged him away, out of town. When they were out of town, they took a rest and continued. That went on untill they finally arrived at the timevehicle. Not bothering to take off the scalemail, the two men threw their victim with armour and all in the cell. They headed into the cockpit and Logan checked his papers. 'Next on is a guy in the company cavelry of Alexander the Great' Logan said. Both men adjusted the timevehicle and with a big bang, it traveled trough time again.
Macedonia, it was big and beautiful. Both men left their vehicle and Logan grabbed his smg as he went along. It was a smart move as when they walked towards a small pont, there appeared two men on horseback. The riders soon caught up with the walking men and the two soldiers noted that one was holding a very long spear and the other a strange sword. Both wore armour and a helmet. One of the men on horseback was now yelling at the two soldiers. Jeff reacted with an 'your mom' while Logan grabbed his smg and started shooting at the rider with the spear. the weapon spitted bullets and it did not take long before both warrior and horse fell dead on the ground. The other horse staggered in shock and threw its rider off. The man fell on the ground, breaking his leg. He tried to stand up but fell on the ground again. Jeff and Logan walked towards the fallen man and Logan took out his tranquilizer. Before he could shoot, Jeff walked towards the fallen man and smashed his fist in the face, making the macedonian faint. His armour was taken off and they lifted the man up, threw him in the cell and headed on to their final victim of this travel.
The air erupted as the timevehicle shot trough the sky. The landing was swift and soft and it did not take long before the two men were searching the woods for an centurion of the roman army. The lucky the guys were on previous searches, now they did not see a soul. The night fell for a second time that day and the dissapointed men walked back. They would spend the night in the cockpit and would search the other day. Arrived at the vehicle, the two men saw two others stand in front of the vehicle and Logan and Jeff quickly drew their handguns. The two men stood with their backs towards the soldiers and before they could shoot, a man in chainmail walked away and another man in scalesarmour, still stood there. The soldiers grinned towards each other and put away their guns. Secoonds later, Jeff grabbed the roman and pulled his head towards the side, releasing his neck, which was protected by the helmet before. A quick tranquilizing shot and the men threw the centurion in the last cell. They stepped in and warped themselfs back into the future.
The hall was busy with people. Some technicians were checking one of the timevehicles who got damage when several saracen arrows hit the airborne machine. On the other side, the timevehicle of Tim and Ramson dissapeard, only to come back ten minutes later, cells filled with warriors. As Jeff waited on his companion, he saw how a big musculair white man was dragged away, followed by some kind of indian warrior. When two bare chested black men were dragged across, Logan finally arrived. He was holding an ak 47 and walked straight towards the historyboomer. He dissapeard in the cockpit and seconds later, his head got outside. 'What are you waiting for, boyscout? We have work to do.' Shaking his head, Jeff went along and sat on his chair. 'So since you are so eager, where are we heading first?' Jeff asked. 'One of the most beautiful country's i have ever been to. I wonder how New zealand in history looks like.' Logan answered. 'Yes but what warrior do we need?' Jeff pressed on. 'We will be hunting Maori' was the final reply of Logan. A few minutes later, they shot trough time again. Hoovering in the air, the timevehicle lowered and landed in the sand, next to the sea. As Jeff and Logan stepped out, they saw something incredible. Around fifty warriors, all almost naked were fighting each other with weird spears and things that looked like baseball gloves but just more different. The warriors now put the attention to the just arrived time travelers and the two small armies were now joining up, to beat these two strange foes. Logan jumped in the vehicle again and threw an smg towards Jeff. Logan took his ak47 Both men fired off their rounds, killing Maori around them. 'I'm out!' Jeff yelled. 'Load up, I have your back' Logan responded. After a while, the body's of the dead Maori layed in the sand, the blood all around them. There were five Maori warriors left but they were quickly taken care of by the makarov and sig sauer. Jeff and Logan did make shure that there was still one alive. The lone Maori was nervous and as he ran away he tripped over a body. The stungun did his work and the last Maori went down with a scream.
The timevehicle flew again. This time they were in Japan. 'Hold it' Logan suddenly said. 'What is wrong?' Jeff asked. 'Just look down' and when Jeff looked trough the glass of the vehicle, he saw three samurai fighting five men. 'Ninja i guess' Logan said. The timevehicle landed and the two men jumped out. There they saw that there were only two warriors left. One samurai and one ninja. The samurai was holding a katana, while the ninja had a sickle with chain and ball. Jeff and Logan walked closer and grabbed their stunning weapons. The two fighting warriors never saw the attack coming and before they knew it, did the ninja fall down due to the stungun effects and got the samurai a tranquilizing dart in a vain. As Jeff took the ninja away, Logan was trying to get the samurai out of his armour. When Jeff returned, Logan was still struggeling. Together, the two finally got the armour off and dragged the samurai in the third cell. 'Okay, now we need to go to Mexico in 1214' Logan said when both of them sat in the cockpit again. 'What warrior?' Jeff asked as he put in the codes and coordinates. 'An Aztec Jaguar' Logan said before they got shot trough time again.
The timevehicle finally came down in the mud. It had taken some time before they found a spot to land in the jungle where the aztecs were hiding, but they finally were succesful. 'Shall we leave the historyboomer?' Jeff asked. 'We don't have a choise really, i'l take the ak47 with me, so you don't have to worry' Logan said. The two men walked around with the only sounds from the little insects and other small animals. That went on for some time when the men heard a cry, followed by more cries. The men made their weapons ready and as soon as they saw something, Logan fired his ak47. More cries and now there were stones and spears flying their way. 'We must move' Jeff said. 'NOW!' he added as Logan fired of some more rounds. They started running towards the vehicle and just before they got there, Logan was out of breath. He looked up and saw a man running towards him. The man was wearing the skin of a jaguar and was holding a piece of wood with sharp stones embedded on it. Before Logan knew what had happend, the jaguar was very close by and swung his weapon. Logan barely managed to block the attack with his machine gun, but he did not succeed in holding grip and the ak47 was slammed out of his hands. An second attack was launched at Logan and he stepped backwards quickly. The attack mostly hit the tree but one of the blades slashed the arm of Logan. He roared in pain and as he looked up, he saw the jaguar man attacking him with some sort of knife. Logan managed to block the attack with his arm, only to be pushed away and before he knew it. The knife had gone trough his shoulder and the blood dripped down. Jeff came into action and pushed the attacker away with his shoulder. Hearing cries from far awa, both man acted quick and both grabbed an arm of the aztec. They threw the struggeling man in the cell and went to the cockpit where Logan bound a piece of his shirt around his shoulder. When the men started the machine, they knew they did not have time to make it to the air and started the timewarp engine on the ground. They were shot forwards and with a big bang, they felt the trees giving was as the punched again some. They lifted up and both got dizzy. Then they suddenly hit ground again. The screaming started again and the smoke made that they could not see a thing. The door was opened and as Jeff reached for his gun, he was pulled out. When he opened his eyes, he was looking at the face of his chef. Sir Hulsher. ' The voice of the chief sounded in the hall. 'get those men to a doctor, now' that was the last thing Jeff heared before he blacked out.
His eyes opened and Jeff was looking at the cleavage of the blond nurse. 'A good, you are awake' she said with a soft voice. In the bed, next to him was a pissed off. 'Whats with you' Jeff asked. 'My weapon, it is still in the past.' 'soo, we will travel again and pick it up again.' Jeff concluded lightharted. 'The chef was here, we are now allowed to travel in the past anymore. We messed up the historyboomer. The boss said we should be happy that the warriors are still alive.' Jeff did not know what to say and just relaxed in the soft bed.
Fred Devons walked with his number two, Jasper and the head of his guards Mark Hulsher. They were heading for prison cells and discussing the current developments. 'The promo's have aired and according to our calculations, every male and half of the female population of the western world will watch our show when it airs.' Jasper said. Fred smiled by hearing this. 'And then everybody will know who produced the last warrior standing. Everybody will have the Devons Television Group on their lips.' 'Yes yes Sir' Jasper added quickly. 'Also, the adds for the first fight are airing too. It will be a splendid first fight, the Apache going against that Shaolin Monk guy.' Jasper finished. 'Very good, very good. Mark, how are the warriors doing?' Fred replied. 'Good sir. They all recieved earpieces, that way we can understand them and they can understand us. Makes things rather easy. They get out of their cell a few times a day, to train and eat. The weapons and armour are ready for use tomorrow night on the first fight.' Mark asnwered the question. 'One more thing. You know i borrowed some money with some darker.. coorperations. I had to get into the more darker buisness and they might come by. When they do, I pefer to have a few of your soldiers close by.' Fred said tacticly. 'Don't worry boss, I know about your activity with some illigal groups and my soldiers are ready for them.' Mark said with a smile. 'Great, great. From now on you are my number three Mark.' Fred said, now smiling too.
Fred Devons walked towards the window and when he looked trough, he saw six warriors training. The templar knight was sparring with the viking with wooden swords. The Apache and Comanche were wresteling each other in a sandbox and the immortal was busy, moving his wooden weapons in thin air. I'm missing something, Fred thought. That Maori was supposed to be in this group. Finally Fred saw the Maori, who was practising his Haka Mata in a corner. When he walked somewhat further, Fred saw group two eating. That group consisted of the shaolin monk, the samurai, the centurion, the celt, the mongol and the saracen. When both groups were done, they would switch and after that, the other two groups would get their turn. This way the warriors could eat and stay in condition with minimal chance of a revolt.
Searching eye was staring at the guard behind the table. Behind him were another two guards, holding strange guns. On the table lay some of the Apache weapons he was used to fight with. He had to take the weapons he wanted to use during the fight and stand ready for battle. If he dared to try and kill one of the guards, well the guard that told him what would happen, was not exactly detailed but Searching Eye got what he meant. The first weapon was easy. Searching eye took the quiver with arrows and put it on his back. Then, he took three knives, putting one in his boot, one on his belt and the last on his upper leg. The next weapon was his bow that he let slide over his chest and finally he grabbed the spear. Standing in front of the door, Searching Eye gave a cry and said: 'I am ready'
Not happy with the fact that he was supposed to fight someone, Kahn Lu sighted and looked at the array of weapons stalled before him. After doubting some time, the monk finally made his decision and took the two hookswords and arranged them on his belt. He placed the rope dart around his arm and finally took his quarterstaff. This should do. 'Okay' the shaolin said.
'You all zapped in on the first great fight of the last warrior standing. Welcome!' the accouncer said. 'Today, the Apache warrior will fight the peace loving shaolin monk. Who will win, who is the greatest, stay tuned and you will find out. All thanks to the Devons television group. And first, before the fight begins, let's see what battlefield will be used.' The arena changed into a forest. 'The fight will be fought in a north european forest' the voice sounded trough televisions around the world. 'Without further adoo, I present the fight.' Suddenly two warriors stepped into the arena walking trough the forest, looking for their opponent. Searching Eye saw his opponent and grabbed his bow and an arrow. Kahn Lu, who had seen his enemy too, started unwrapping the rope dart. When he was done, an arrow flew trough the air, hitting the shaolin in the side. He quicly stepped behind a tree and saw an arrow fly trough the sky. 'and the first hit is from the Apache, who has seriously wounded the monk' the voice sounded. Kahn Lu pulled the arrow out and peered behind the tree to see the Apache, still ready with bow and arrow in his hand. The Monk thought quick and came up with a plan to strike back. He swung the rope drt towards his enemy and altough the first one missed, the Apache dropped his arrow and the shaolin swung his weapon again, this time, the rope wrapped itself around the leg of the native and a few seconds later, the native american warrior lay on his back in the grass. 'And the Shaolin strikes back' the voice came again. Kahn Lu took his quarterstaff and as the Apache freed himself with a knife and stood up, the quarterstaff hit his stumach and the Apache fell to the ground again. Kahn Lu now was aiming for a strike against the temple to finish it off when suddenly a knife flew at him and hit him inces above the place where the arrow had hit him. 'That hurts', the announcer commented. Kahn Lu pulled the knife out and took off, running trough the forest. Searching Eye smiled as he took the knife from the ground and put him in his belt again. He then took his spear and started running. It was hunting time.
Kahn Lu was still running untill he tripped over an fallen tree and tumbled down, straight to a river. He was just able to grab some grass but his foot went in the water and he felt how icecold it was. With one hand, he was able to reach for his twinhooks and used the daggers to pull himself up and climb back onto the rigde. Finally back up, Kahn Lu saw how the Apache had found him and was walking closer. Searching eye threw his knife again, but due to incredible luck or skill, the Monk was able to block the incoming knife with his twinhooks and seconds later, the twinhooks and spear were fighting each other. The spear lunged forwards but one of the hookswords pushed it away, as the other cut into the arm of the native. Searching Eye cursed in pain and felt how one hook came behind his shoulder and ripped skin and flesh away. The bloodied hookswords reached for the neck of the Apache, when the oppertunity came. Grabbing both weapons with his own hands, the two warriors pushed and pulled untill the Shaolin Monk felt the pain again and weakend his grip. It was then that the Apache kicked his opponent over the rigde. Falling down, Kahn Lu could just grab some bushes and saw how his hookswords fell in the water. Trying to pull himself up, the fight had tired him and his power was gone when all of a sudden, a hand appeared. It was the Apache warrior who stood there, trying to help him. Thankfully, the shaolin grabbed the hand and when he was raised up, Searching eye gave a warcry and when the monk was high enough, he cut the throat of the monk with a quick slash and let go of the hand, dropping the monk in the water.
'And it is done!' The voice soared again. 'The Apache has beaten and killed the shaolin Monk. What a great fight, this was. This was it for tonight, but stay tuned for the next one, next week.' Fred Devons cheered with his his technical staff on the great fight and soon the forest disapeared, leaving only a white room with an bloodied Apache and a dead Monk. The Apache opened the door and saw the guards standing behind the table. He had not bothered to take the rest of the weapons and licked the blood off the knife and slammed it in the wood of the table. The other two knives he still carried ended next to it.
The whole crew cheered at the end of the fight. The Apache had won and soon the commercials of the new fight. A few day later, that the first episode of the last warrior standing had gotten a lot of positive reviews. All of them claimed that everything looked so real. Ofcourse, there were people who said that the fight was very fake, which was recieved with much humor by Fred Devons. 'Look at this' He said two days later to Jasper. 'Look at this comment, a guy called shoalinmonklover88 for example. He said that the shaolin would never fall over the ridge and would have chosen other weapons.' Yeah, i know.' Jasper reacted. 'Ive read a comment from KungFuNinja, who said that he knows kung fu and that the kung fu of the shaolin monk would destroy the Apache. There are a lot of discussions between the shaolin lovers and the apache lovers. Really funny to read actually.' 'Yes, we have hit an goldmine' Fred said. How is the commercial of our next match up doing by the way?' Fred suddenly asked.' 'Here take a look.' Jasper put on his tv and pushed on a button.
'You have seen the first match between the Apache and the Shaolin Monk.' the same voice as of the first match up spoke. 'Now we have the ancient Greek battletank, called the Spartan.' There were images visible of a Spartan with the camera slowly gliding down from head to toe. Following were movies of Spartan warriors fighting hoplites of Athens and the famed Persian army. 'These warriors had a tough training since childhood and had to endure pain. They were battlehard and unbeatable in their time. BUT will they peform as good against an warrior from the middle ages. The opponent for the Spartan will be nothing less then the Templar Knight' An image appeared of an templar knight, from feet till head. 'The templars protected the roads in Arabia against muslims. In fact, when the crusades were over, they had to be destroyed by political power because no army was able to take them on.' There was a video of a knight dressing up and riding towards battle, followed by an army. 'Now these warriors are taken out of their army, who would win. TUNE IN ON YOUR LOCAL STATION NEXT FRIDAY AND FIND THE ANSWER!' 'Great' Fred said. 'Really great'
The next week, nothing really happend. the whole world was waiting for the next match up and everybody talked about it and how real it looked, with nobody knowing how real it all was.
Fred walked in the Cerbus upperchamber with all the equipment. 'The camera's are all ready and how are you guys?' Fred asked happy. 'Great boss' and Indian guy responded. 'We only need to know what you had planned for arena' 'For this match up, i was thinking of a small dungeon with skeletons' Fred said after some thinking. 'Good choise sir' the same man responded. Suddenly his mobile phone rang and Fred picked up. 'yes.. hmhm hmhm, Great, Okay.' After he hang up, he started talking again. 'The warriors are ready for battle, we will start in ten.' the white room changed in a dungeon with green algea on the walls and a skelleton hanging on a wall.
Chilon was had just put on his armour and now equipped himself with his helmet. The he gave a glance to the collection of weapons on the wooden table and equiped his xyphos and scabberd. He then took his aspis in his left hand and the dory on his right. He them stumped the butt of his spear on the ground and gave a battlecry. Chilon was ready. i hope i don't have to fight that immortal guy, the spartan warrior thought by himself. He actually liked him.
Ardo sat in his cell. He was wearing his tunic and undertunic, thiking about what had happend. It all started when he was riding out of the fortress, looking for en enemy camp that was supposed to be in the neighberhood. Next thing, a man and woman with strange weapons came to him. Ardo tried talking to them but they did not understand him and the next thing he knew was that a loud bang came out of the strange weapon and his horse dropped dead on the ground. The man and woman jumped on him and after a struggle, he felt a needle in his neck, his limbs became numb and he blacked out. Now the templar knight was in this cell, training and eating, waiting to fight. A broad man appeared in front of the cell. 'If you do something strange or dangerous, I will shoot you. And i will not stop when you are dead.' Jeff said with a smile. The knight remained silent and just walked with the soldier. A door opened and Ardo came in a room with his armour and a table with his weapons and shield. 'Put on your armour and choose the weapons you would like to use, now.' The same guard said. Ardo took off his tunic and put on his gambeson. He then put on his chainmail armour and coat of arms. Then he proceeded to put on his padded coif, chainmail coif and finally his greathelm. Then he took a look on the table. Ardo equipped his sword, took his crossbow but after consideration put it away again. The reload time was too dangerous for a one on one battle. The templar took his flail and pollaxe and said in a muffled voice that he was ready. Ardo hoped that is was that muslim warrior he had seen ealier. He was a templar after all.
'The stage is set and the warriors are ready to battle' The announcer yelled. 'Who will die in this dangerous dungeon and join the skeleton and who will walk away?' Before the announcer could go on, a door opened and the templar knight walked in. He dropped his pollaxe and knelt on one knee. 'Looks like he is preparing' the announcer said. Shortly after, the opposite door openend and the spartan battletank came in. As he walked up to the knight, the knight stood up and took out his flail. Both warriors looked at each other and suddenly, both warriors shot into action. Ardo started swinging his flail at his opponent, only to have the attacks blocked by the aspis shield. Chilon tried to counterattack by stabbing the chainmail of his opponent, only to find out that the chainmail did its job. With neither warrior being able to hit the other, they just kept on trying, hoping for one lucky blow. All out a sudden, the flail hit the spartan spear, bending the tip and rendering it useless. The Templar knight saw his oppertunity and attacked again, only to find the attack hitting the aspis shield again. Chilon threw the spear up and catched it with hand changed. he then put the butt tot he front and attacked the templar with it. He managed to hit the right elbow of Ardo, forcing him to drop the flail, which clanged with a lot of sound to the ground. 'Well well well, the spartan has the advantage' the announcer said to everybody who was watching. Chilon tried another few jabs at the unarmed knight but the attacks hit air and soon, the templar had taken his pollaxe from the ground. the next few jabs were blocked with the pollaxe and soon Ardo attacked with his poleweapon with the aspis blocking the attack. Ardo managed to pull the shield to the side with his weapon and stabbed the shieldarm with the spearpoint of his weapon. The point entered the arm of the spartan and with an angry cry, the spartan warrior backed down and threw his spear. The knight backed away from this weapon which would obviousy miss. The shield rammed against the knight and he lost his powerful weapon and with another hit from the rim, the knight fell down on the ground. Ardo stood up and unsheated his sword as Chilon dropped his shield. The shield became to heavy for the injured arm. Chilon drew his own sword and both warriors came closer. Both warriors attacked each other but the xyphos was to short to come close and the spartan was busy evading and blocking attacks most of the time. Chilon yelled and stormed at his opponent, blasting trough the defences of the templar knight and thrusted at the chainmail. He was able to hit the weak spots and get trough it. Ard fell how the tip of the sword entered his skin and with and he slammed the pommel of his sword against the helmet of the spartan. Chilon walked back but felt he sword of his opponent slicing the back of his knee. Ardo made a circle after the attack, planning to attack again. This was an fault he had soon regrets about. The shortsword slashed over the chainmail. The next attack of Ardo hit the spartan helmet. Ardo watched the weakend spartan, who was now brought to his knees. By sight, the templar knight knew this was a true warrior, who would fight untill the end. Ardo feigned an attack from the upperright and when Chilon lifted his sword to block, Ardo attacked for real. Hitting the hand and severing some fingers including the thumb, Chiron dropped his sword. The now powerless Spartan warrior was at the mercy of the templar knight, who kicked the Spartan on his back and walked towards his head. With an angry cry, Ardo jabbed downwards into the open places of the helmet. The blood splurted everywhere. 'And the templar knight has won this battle between giants' the announcer yelled. The camera's went to the handsome young man who had announced the two matches thusfar. 'And next week we will travel to the continent of Africa, to put the zulu warrior, who was personally trained by the famous Shaka Zulu, against the Azande warrior. The tribel warrior who scarred himself and viled his teeth to look more dangerous. Don't miss it. Find out who is the last warrior standing.'
Ardo was just done with thanking his lord for beating his enemy and now the adrealine went away, he felt how tiring this match up was. he grabbed his polearm and used it to walk to the door the warrior came in. He threw the pollaxe to the ground and unbuckeld his belt after the broad guard had said that he had to give the weapons back. Ardo then took his armour off and when he saw the wound inflicted by the sword of his opponent, he saw how lucky he was. If the sword had gone a bit further, Ardo would have been dead. Now Ardo was thinking about it, he had acted as an animal, slaugtering this powerful warrior. Ardo would do pendance when he was back in the cell. 'Now come' Jeff said as the templar put on his woolen tunic. ' You will go the the doctor and then wash yourself, if you do wash yourself.
Daraa stuck his assegai in the grass and did the same with his Ãklwa, holding only his knobkerry and shield. Daraa stood in front of a patch of grass, with in the middle a big old tree and on the other side his opponent, the Azande warrior. 'niam niam niam' Ayama said. His Makraka and makrigga lay in the sand beside him, just as his shield. The tribel warriors were watching each other, the hate in the eyes made them lose every contact with the rest of the world. Daara tried to reach for his assegai but had to duck away for an kpinga that soared his way and therby loosing the weapons he was holding. Succesfully dogding the weapon, Daraa stood up only to see a second kpinga coming right at him. Daraa ducked away but the second kpinga made an big fleshwound on his leg and he ended up in the sand. Ayama saw his opponent getting down from his second and last kpinga, he took his chance, lifted his makrigga from the ground and charged at the zulu warrior. Daraa picked his knobkerry and shield up again but could not avoid the attack of the Azande. Ayama thrusted his makrigga at his retreating opponent and managed to stab his enemy with the tip of his weapon. The weapon was in a short time and not very deep but the Zulu still felt the pain of the weapon and he stepped backwards a few more times. Without any other options, Daraa threw his knobkerry, hitting the head of the Azande warrior and ran towards his iklwa. When he reached it, he put some berry's in his mouth and pulled the weapon out of the sand. Before Daraa could ran back, Ayama was already close, holding the makraka and shield of his own. He attacked the Zulu, who did an sidestep and tried to counter, which failed. After a few more attacks, neither warrior had hit is opponent . Daraa smiled and suddenly spit an liquid. As an reacton, the Azande lifted the shield in a reflex. The spit of posion hit the shield but this gave the Zulu warrior a chance to hook the shield of his opponent away with his own and stabbed the kidney. Daraa then kept on stabbing his opponent in an wild frenzy and never noticed the makraka slashing his shoulder. After a few seconds, which looked like minutes for both warriors, the Zulu and the Azande fell on the grass, lying still.
'Unbelieveble' The commentator spoke. 'A tie. The third match ended up in a tie.' As the got up to commercials, Freddy Devons gave his orders. 'Get those two away' As a few soldiers came in to take the warriors away, Daraa suddenly opened his eyes and stabbed the closest soldier with his iklwa in the neck. The soldier went down and as the second soldier turned to him, he spat the spit of poison he still had in his mouth, in the eyes of the soldier and then stabbed the man trough the kevlar vest, in the hart. 'Get more soldiers now and shoot that idiot' Freddy yelled as he saw his soldiers dying.
Ahmed and Thomas made it quick to the door that led to the Zulu warrior. Ahmed was an retired somalian pirate who was great with the ak and Thomas used to be a member of Swat, untill he was kicked out of the force, for being too violent. Thomas was holding an remingon shotgun, while Ahmed had his faithful ak47 with him. They were joined by Jeff and Logan who were holding an ak47 and sniperrifle. The door was kicked open, Jeff and Ahmed came in, ak47's up. The next one was Thomas who aimed his shotgun at the warrior and lastly was Logan, who stayed by the door. 'Drop your weapon and nothing will happen to you' Ahmed said. As answer, Daraa ran at his opponent and when he came close, the shotgun went off. Daraa fell backwards as the bullets ripped his face apart, finally the zulu warrior had fallen. 'Thanks' Ahmed said to Thomas. 'No problem' his buddy replied. 'lLets clean up this mess.'
Fred devons finished watching the commercial of his next match up. This match was going to be great, since the gladiator and Maori warrior would fight in a very special arena, a modern day supermarket. Ofcourse by now, there have been people complaining about the show, saying it was worse then an animal fight, calling it brutal death matches. Those people never realised how close they were to the truth, Fred thought. Those people who did not like it, usually annoying mothers and christians, had protested and asked to cancel the show, without any succes. The show had its third fight aired and altough there were a few people who complained about it being immoral, dangerous and just too terrible. fred had ignored these comments and only left an statement saying that he was proud that such a young and new show got such high ratings all over the world. This was ofcourse to annoy all those spreaders of hate. Fred was not done yet and had changed the original airing progamme. The Macedonian Company soldier would fight the Frankish Paladin but now the fight between the Gladiator and Maori would have to go first. A bloody battle between two bloody warriors. 'Sir' Jasper said as he came in the room of his boss. This Madam Sykes, an American woman has given an complaint at the american high court, saying that they should have to look into the D.T.G, she is really commited to her cause and basicly, i am afraid that they are going to listen. 'What is the problem with that?' Fred asked. 'The american gouverment cannot touch us, this is my private island with my rules and if they dare to attack me here, they will violate international laws.' 'I know', Jasper said 'but they can ban us from the american television and half of our market is gone.' Fred thought about what his number two had said and tried to get an solution, after careful consideration, he send his number two away and called his number three on his mobile phone. 'Mark, come here. We have to discuss some issues.'
'You called sir?' Mark asked as he sat down in the chair. 'Yes, you have heard about this american woman, this Sykes woman' Fred began. 'Ofcourse, i have my intell about all those things' the commander of guards responded. 'Good, now listen, i have thought about it for quitte some time and came to a conclusion.' Fred said. "We have to invite this lady to our studio.' 'Is that an good idea sir?' Mark interrupted. 'Yes' the president said shortly. 'She will meet the warriors, an act of which i doubt she will survive, if you get what i mean.' Fred spoke. 'I got it sir and it will be arranged. She will have a nice conversation with the Celt.' The face of the man stayed neutral. 'Great, great great' Fred said. 'Two things', nobody has to know she will be here and Jasper will never be able to find out. I am afraid he will whine even more if he found out.' The soldier nodded in response and got to work.
Agnes Sykes was taken by suprise as suddenly three big man stood in front of her house. The devorced woman of mid-thirty's just stood silently as the man had explained that they were from the D.T.G and their boss had arranged for her to meet him. He was always happy to talk to concerned people. Because it all was top secret, she had to go now with the man towards an helicopter that would bring them on the island. Agnes agreed and quickly took some stuff with her before joining the man in the black Sedan.
Now Agnes was walking with a man called Mark Hulsher, who was head of security. He had explained to her that he would lead her to a meeting room where mister Devons was waiting, they could discuss the problems she had with the show and after that, she could get to speak to some members of staff and watch the show being produced. She did not know that two of his most trusted soldiers had brought someone else in the meeting room a few minutes before, and that this someone else, was armed. 'You can go in madam, 'Mark spoke, after which he left. Agnes took a deep breath and opened the door. There she saw a big blonde man with a blond beard and clothes made of wool. He looked menacing and had an evil grin on his lips. Agnes quickly turned around and tried to open the door, which seemed to be locked somehow. She heard metal and when she looked up, she saw that the man had drawn an sword and was closing the distance between the two. Agnes hid in an corner, cowering in fear as she cried and yelled.
An hour later, the door was opened again and the duo of Jeff and Logan saw the bloody ravage, the Celt had left behind. They took his sword and brought the man back to his cell. The body of the woman and her clothes would be collected and burned later.
The evening was there and the two warriors stood proudly opposing each other in this strange area with narrow paths to walk and several strange products on shelfs. Fred watched the two warriors standing in front of each other, observing the enemy and surroundings. It has been half an hour ago that the woman was released in the same room as the Celt. Another half an hour and Fred would give the order to bring the warrior back to his cell. It was interesting, both warriors were violent warriors that only craved for the blood of their enemies, but they acted different when they were transported and given their weapons. The Maori was very agressive and needed to be controlled the whole time when the guards guided him towards Cebrus. When his weapons were presented to him, he waited for a long time, only to take the weapons after Thomas yelled at him. He had chosen the mere club, wahaika and lastly the taiaha. when he was send into the arena, he started to smash stuff with his taiaha untill his opponent arrived, the gladiator.
The gladiator was also a strange man. He was big, bald, broad build and he had an scar on his left eye. He had been the most calm of all the warriors the whole time and it had not been neccecery to force him. He had walked calmly with the soldiers, not showing any form of emotion at all, when they arrived in the room with his arms and armour, he simply put on his arm protection and helmet, without saying a word and had taken his trident and net. He then spoke for the first time to the captors, i'm ready, he had spoken. It was very interesting for Fred, it showed that the man as willing to die. The gladiator did not care what would happen and might even feel relaxed because this was what he knew. The roman gladiator was in his element. Suddenly it struck Fred, he had made an mistake. Fred was convinced this would be an cool and bloody battle, but now, Fred realised that the Maori warrior would not only be defeated tonight, it would be an massacre. 'Sir' Someone spoke in the distance. 'Sir, the camera's are rolling, you need to start the fight now!' Fred rememberd the voice of that of his number two, Jasper. Jasper was speaking to him. Fred awoke from his trance and spoke with a dark voice. 'let the fight begin.' the words came out weak but that did not matter. Fred had just realised something important, these men were killers, something he needed to be too, if he would ever stand above them.
The gladiator was also a strange man. He was big, bald, broad build and he had an scar on his left eye. He had been the most calm of all the warriors the whole time and it had not been neccecery to force him. He had walked calmly with the soldiers, not showing any form of emotion at all, when they arrived in the room with his arms and armour, he simply put on his arm protection and helmet, without saying a word and had taken his trident and net. He then spoke for the first time to the captors, i'm ready, he had spoken. It was very interesting for Fred, it showed that the man as willing to die. The gladiator did not care what would happen and might even feel relaxed because this was what he knew. The roman gladiator was in his element. Suddenly it struck Fred, he had made an mistake. Fred was convinced this would be an cool and bloody battle, but now, Fred realised that the Maori warrior would not only be defeated tonight, it would be an massacre. 'Sir' Someone spoke in the distance. 'Sir, the camera's are rolling, you need to start the fight now!' Fred rememberd the voice of that of his number two, Jasper. Jasper was speaking to him. Fred awoke from his trance and spoke with a dark voice. 'let the fight begin.' the words came out weak but that did not matter. Fred had just realised something important, these men were killers, something he needed to be too, if he would ever stand above them.
'Welcome back my friends' the commentator spoke. 'It has been a week since we saw our last match up, we saw how the Zulu warrior and the Azande fought each other to a draw. We saw how they killed each other. Now, we have another great spectaculair fight, we have taken the Maori warrior, New Sealands, top warriors and we have traveled to room, to collect an brutal gladiator. Now these warriors will face each other in combat to find out who proceeds to the next round, who is the last warrior standing. Without futher annoying words from me, i say we skip right to the fight, in a very special arena, i may add.'
Mookai yelled hard and loud. After being forced in this strange room he had relieved his anger by swinging his taiaha against some strange stuff around him. Some of these things looked like food while other things had colours and shapes, Mookai did not recocnice. It happened all so quickly. He and the rest of his village were fighting an neigberhood village for huntinggrounds when suddenly with a lot of noise and smoke, two people appeard. The tribed agreed to take out these strangers first, but when the Maori army attacked, they all fell to the magic of these two men. Mookai thought he was going to die to, but he as spared and ended up in a strange room with a bed and a bucket. Later he had learned he was supposed to fight someone else, and well here Mookai was. Ready to fight, kill and eat in that order. He gripped hos taiaha with both hands and with a lot of noise, ran towards his opponent.
For Macrusus, the only things that were different were that he now was in a strange world with strange humans, weapons, clothing, basicly anything. He understood that others would become scared of all this, but he did not. He was familiar with being an prisoner with the prospect to fight a duel of life and death. In that he had put his power. He was a calm man, always have been. there is no reason to attack your captors, you would never get away and even if you did, what then? Macrusus knew he would not survive long on his own. He dd what he had to do. Fight, entertain and maybe he would het released someday. That was in fact dissapointing, When he still was with the Romans, he had to fight one last duel before he had enough money to buy himself free. One last duel... Now it al started over again and he was not shure if he ever would touch freedom again. Macrusus got to choose his own weapons and had quickly decided on the trident and net combination. Why would a man carry a lot of weapons in battle, if only two were enough. When he entered the battlehall, he saw the many products on shelfs, reminding him about a life before he was forced to become a gladiator. A life in Greece, the market, his son and his wife. Elenna, the most beautiful girl that had ever walked the face of earth. The gladiator has also seen several things that resembled glass the romans used. These things were strange glass jars. Whatever made them happy. When he saw his opponent, he tried to see weaknesses in the man and surroundings, he could use to his advantage.
The other fighter ran at him, some kind of spear in his hand and hatred in his eyes. Macrusus sweeped the weapon aside with his trident and threw his net at the opponent. Mookai saw how his attack was pushed aside and noticed a net flying his way. He ducked away, hiding in an open space between the things on the wall. He then walked backwards and started to throw things at his opponent, hoping it would proof an distraction. The jars and boxes flew at the gladiator, who heaved his armoured arm to protect himself against the stuff flying his way. The Maori took his chance and in between the throws, he ran at his opponent again, taiaha in hand. The weapon hit the gladiator in the stumach and next on the unprotected arm. Altough the attacks did not maim or kill, they hurt a lot and Macrusus was forced to let his net go. He saw a trickle of blood, gliding down his chest and as reaction, the man stabbed his trident at the opponent. The two weapons hit each other and with a swing the taiaha was pushed aside and the side of the trident hit the head of the Maori. Before the warrior from new sealand could recover, the gladiator had dropped his weapon and slammed his opponent in a shelf and started punching the Maori. Mookai had lost his taiaha and felt the comfortable feeling of his wahaika club, hanging from a handwoven rope. He took the weapon in his hand, pulled it so the rope unwrapped and aimed an hit at the head of the gladiator. The wahaika made contact with the helmet and altough it did not do much damage, it forced Macrucus backwards and Mooikai got to escape the grasp of the big white man.
Mookai felt the pain in his body and ducked trough some hallways. His right eye was black and blue, his lip was ripped, several tooth were missing and some ribs were broken. He searched for an spot to hide and after passing some strange long tables, he came in a weird stall and kept silent, reaching for his mere club, Mookai was now holding a mere and wahaika, he was going to try an desperate attempt on a ambush. Macrusus walked in the way his opponent had fled. His stumach and arm still hurt a lot but he had regained his net and now, the deadly combination was going to destroy the other warrior. The only thing was, Macrusus had to put his helmet off, the attack had left such a big dent that it was just a useless thing now. He passed some strange long tabled and saw a stand with several strange books. he walked towards it to check it out when suddenly a yell came from behind him and when Macrusus turned around, the Mere club hit his cheek and with the wahaika on the side. Macrusus cursed loudly and tried to create distance as the other man kept hitting him with the weapons. Altough neither weapon was really an piercing weapon, the seasond gladiator recieved several wounds. Macrusus finally managed to push his opponent away, threw the net at the head of his opponent again and finally the net hit target. As Mookai tried to get rid of the net, Macrusus thrusted his trident with both hands at the feet of the Maori. Mookai fell down in pain as two of the tree points had entered the left leg. The Gladiator pulled his weapon away as the Maori was still struggling with the net wrapped around his head and the big wounds in his leg. macrusus, now tired, walked up to the head of his enemie and with a long and hard thrust, he impaled the throat of his opponent with his trident.
'It is done. The Gladiator emerged victorious' The commentator yelled. Fred had watched the fight with awe and realised once again that he had some strong warriors at his command, something he could use to his advantage. With this thought, Fred watched as the warriors were removed from the battlefield
The following week, Fred was working on a masterplan. After long conversations with Mark, Fred had decided that he would create an army of ancient warriors. He would train them to learn modern weapons and armour so they would become the ultimate army. The commander of the army would be the winner of this tournement. Part of the plan was for Fred to learn how to use a gun. Thisfar, these lessons with Mark did not go as good as they hoped. Fred kept missing the targets.
With a new saturday, a new fight was ready to commence. This time, the fight would be fought between two warriors on horseback. With Ahmed and Thomas next to them, Fred and Jasper were watching the frankish Paladin as he rode the horse he had to use. 'It seems he is getting used to this horse quickly' Jasper commented. 'Indeed' his bos replied. 'I just got word that the soldier of Alexander the great gets along with his horse also, so it will be a spectaculair battle.' 'Sir, I think he is called the compagnion calvery, that soldier of Alexander.' Jasper spoke. 'Jasper' Fred said. 'Yes?' 'Shut up!' with this said, a silence fell and both men watched as the soldier succeeded in hitting several targets while riding his horse. The paladin made a few more rounds with his horse, after which he nodded to show he was ready and said goodbye to the horse. This evening, his life would be partly in the hands of the animal. Roland walked with grace towards the armed soldiers, feeling great about being on a horse again after so long in that strange prison. Roland knew he was going to fight tonigt and with this horse, he knew he had a great chance on winning. Already having thought about the weapons, he would use the longsword and spear. Nothing could beat that.
Cleitus walked with heavy steps. The big soldier, who was one of the best friends and soldiers of Alexander the Great, was walking towards his deathmatch. The door opened and Cleitus saw his weapons and armour on the table. He guessed what to do and slowly put the armour over his torso and the helmet on his head. The polished bronze armour shone against the light on the ceiling as Cleitus put an kopis in the scabberd, hanging from his hip. His hands passed the bow and shield, stopping by the rhompaia. It was a great sword, in fact, Cleitus remembered learning to use it after he had seen his general using the sword to decapitate an chinese general. Cleitus took the sword and put is close to his kopis. He then reached for the dory, only to see the xyston next to it and switched to that weapon. On horse, nothing could stand in its way.
The two horses watched the area, which was an hot desert. Cleitus had his weapons ready and held his xyston with grace. He aimed the spearpoint at his opponent and guided his horse in gallop. The horse was coming closer to the target, Roland. He too was heading with his horse towards the opponent and was holding his spear. He also had his longsword and in an last minute choise, he had chosen another two weapons. The fransisca's were on his side. As the two warriors clashed, the xyston hit the stumach of the Frankish warrior. The weapon left a big dent in the scalearmour of Roeland and he had to hold the reigns tight, so he would not fall on the ground. he succeeded but his spear did fall on the ground. Roland grabbed his longsword as the Macedonian warrior was charging at him again. With both luck and skill, the longsword was able to push the xyston to the side and as Cleitus passed him, Roland aimed an attack to the head which deflected against the helmet.
With a third try, Cleitus had his xyston ready again and his horse was running closer towards his opponent. Instead of letting his horse run towards the attacking opponent, Roland threw his throwing axe at his opponent. The axe hit the oncoming warrior straight in the chest and Cleitus was thrown off his horse. The spear fell far away in the sand and Cleitus was rolling around. Sand in his mouth, ears and hair, he spit some sand out as his opponent was heading for him again, longsword in hand. Roland was happy with the perfect throw and wasted no time. He had his longsword in one hand and grabbed his last fransisca with the other. When he was about to throw his axe, he felt something was wrong. Cleitus has taken his rhompaia out and ran towards the horse. In the last seconds, he slashed at the upper legs and belly of the horse, which screamed and fell to the ground. Roland collapsed next to it and tried to reach for an weapon as he saw his opponent getting closer. The longsword lay under the horse and the fransisca lay somewhere in the sand. With a cry, he ducked away and felt somethings slash his neck. The sword of Cleitus had made an cut in the throat of the paladin, slashing a vain. Both men had sand everywhere and were watching each other. Cleitus walked on closer as Roland backed away slowly looking for an weapon. Suddenly, Roland got dizzy and closed his eyes. Before he could open them again, he lay on the ground, unconcious. The blood that had leaped away, was more then he had noticed. Unshure of his opponent was dead, Cleitus dropped the sword and took out his last weapon, the kopis. With a quick slash, he cut the throat of his opponent. Now shure that the paladin was dead. Cleitus searched for his horse, got the reigns, and escorted it back, thinking that Alexander would be proud.
'Well you have seen it lady's and gentlemen.' The announcer spoke. 'The paladin is killed by the deadly weapons of the soldier straight out of the compagny calvery. It is official' the enthousiastic voice of the announcer was broadcasted around the globe. 'Our time is up, but don't forget to tune in next saturday if you want to see the samurai clash weapons with an Scottish Highlander.
The week went by quickly. People all over the world were talking about the last match up. The paladins, the compagnion calvery and their weapons and Devons television Group were the top google search and wikipedia hits. Ofcourse, there were the usual groups complaining about the show, saying that the show was gross and should be banned. With the usal groups came animal right activist, leaded by Peta. The killing of humans was no problem, but the killing of the horse, was something terrible. Fred Devons had appeared on talkshows and said that both no real human and horse were hurt during the show. The normal complain croud kept on crying but the animal right activist were happy and stopped complaining. Most of the end of the week, boards over the internet were spammed with the big question, who is going to win this fight. Most, japan, manga and anime lovers were convinced that the samurai would win. They were overwhelming in numbers and kept saying that the samurai were not normal humans. The samurai was according to them superspeedy, very agile and athletic and had the best martial arts and the katana that could cut trough anything at all. The weapons of the scot would break at first contact, according to them. In less numbers but still active were the people who had watched the movie braveheart way to often. They saw their big hero William Wallace as a giant. The claymore was a destructive weapon and one of his soldiers would be nothing less. The commerials quicly picked it up and on friday was a promo, calling it the battle between the giant versus the superhuman.
The evening had fallen again, this saturday. The landscape would be snow and both warriors stood in front of each other. The weapons the Samurai had chosen were the yumi bow, the naginata and finally the katana. The highlander was armed with his claymore, buckler and targe.
Nicholas stood big and tall. He was a big man who had lived in the hills near a loch. After the english had invaded Scotland, Nicholas was quick to join the Scottish revolution. One night at Falkirk, two men came and took him away. Nicholas was brought here to fight and he had to obey. Hopefully Nicholas could return to Scotland one day again, to fight the English, as champion of the Scots, Champion of William Wallace. Just before he stepped in the snow, the Scottish man had chosen the feared claymore, the small dirk dagger and the buckler as weapons to use in battle. He had the option to take the english longbow but after considering it would not be very effective in a one on one battle, he had left the bow on the table. Nicholas already figured that he would start off with the claymore and buckler combination and when he was close enough, he would going to try to put the dirk in the neck of his opponent, the perfect plan. His chainmail would protect his body against any attack his opponent would throw at him.
Kechachi looked at the white snow all around him. His katana was strapped to his hip, the naginata was straight up in the white snow and he had just finished stacking some arrows in front of him in the snow too. He now was holding one arrow and his bow. A lot had happend. In fact Kechachi did not know if it had been days, weeks or months he was here now. It all started with the ambush from the ninja's. He and his fellow travelers fought well untill only he and an superb ninja stood. Before he knew it, both of them got overpowered and all went black. He awoke in a cell, stripped of his weapons and armour. Now had been given everything back for the fight and Kechachi was ready to do battle.
Nicholas gave a big roar as he ran towards his opponent. Buckler in front of him and sword on his right shoulder. As he ran towards his opponent, the Samurai just stood their with his bow drawn and arrow cocked on it. As the big Scot ran at him, he released his arrow which flew trough the air and hit his opponent in the throat. Nicholas fell backwards, his weapons next to him and the last thing he saw, was the beatiful blue sky.
Everyone was in panic. That match lasted no longer then five minutes. This was the shortest fight untill now and they had to fill another one and half hour. 'Quick' Fred said. 'take the next warriors on the list and put them here. We make an compilation episode on the end or something but hurry before the commericals are over.' The list was checked and everyone hurried on.
The weapons were taken away from kechachi and soon therafter, he was back in his cell. Two other warriors were armed and armoured and in the end of the break, they stood in the snow, still partly red from the blood. The two warriors who stood their were the Persian immortal named Zaacres, who was armed quickly with the spear, akinakes and sagaris. The other warrior was the Amur, the raiput. He had his katars, chakram and khanda sword with him.
The commericals were over, the two new warriors got introduced and the camera's were rolling. Zaacres was holding his spear and dodged an flying disk over his head. Amur threw another few chakrams which missed the Persian warrior or hit is armour. The immortal was finally near his opponent, who pulled his sword out and the sword spear fight was on. After some feigning from both sides, the spear attacked, hit the armour of the raiput and Amur countered by slashing at the leg of his opponent and then pushed the spear away. The spear fell in the snow as Zaacres yelled in pain and the snow under him became more red with the second. Zaacres took his sagaris and the attacks were coming again. Both warriors slashed at each other and mostly missed or hit armour when suddenly Amur tried to disarm his opponent by plugging the spike on the end of his weapon in the main hand of the immortal. Zaacres reacted and tried to hit the hands of his indian opponent. In the end, both warriors lost their weapon and had bloodied hands. Zaacres took out his final weapon, his akinaka, as Amur equipped himself with his katars. Both tired warriors flew at each other again and Ãn their last slashes tried to hurt each other. No warrior had enough energy to give a fatal blow and a big slash of the akinaka ended up in a katar. The other katar was rammed against the chest of the elite immortal warrior but the armour only got dented. Both warriors stood this way, bloodied and tired, when finally Zaacres fell on his knees. The wound on his leg had drained him of the last pieces of energy he still had. Amur grabbed his chance, rose high and slammed a katar in the neck of his opponent, who just looked him in the eyes, without fear or remorse. This elite Persian immortal died an warriorsdeath. Amur understood the power of his opponent and carried him to the exit, ignoring the fact that he himself was tired and cold. When he was done and put off his armour and weapons and let himself walk to his warm cell. As the commentator repeated to the public how great it was to see two fights, Thomas only remarked to Ahmed that they had to burn two body's this day.
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'I have enough of it all.' Jasper said. He had been pondering for weeks now and had decided that he wanted to quitt. He could not bare it anymore that those warriors would suffer for their entertainment. Jasper had enough of it and today would be his last day of work. He had finally the courage to speak to Fred who was not only his boss, but also a long time friend. 'I'm Sorry Fred, i have tried, but i... just cannot go on like this anymore. I have trouble sleeping and the whole day, i am only thinking about the warriors. Please, if you do not want to stop this, please let me leave in dignity.' Fred had been silent the whole time, listening. he was not angry, neither upset. He was only sad. sad by this betrail and sad that he was going to do what he had to do. 'You know Jasper. Mark had talked with me about the subject that you would surrender to your emotions. He said you were too soft for this show. I did not listen. I told him you would never leave, that you would never betrail me, that you are my friend. But in the end, i knew deep in my heart that the risk was there and only for the benefit of DTG, I made a backup plan.'
The eyes of Jasper were wide open in shock as Fred had finished talking. Jasper knew he was a hard man who cared only for money, but he had never expected for his friend to go this far.
The door bursted open and two soldiers came in, grabbing Jasper. The poor number two noticed that these men were Ahmed and Thomas. A third man came in, walking relaxed and without an expression on his face. 'Take him away and throw him one of the cells' the third man spoke. The two soldiers roughly led Jasper towards his cell and as they were out of sight, Fred shook away some tears and threw some water in his face. 'Thank you Mark. Take care of him.... But.. i do not want to know how... and please... give him an propere burial. I will tell the familie that an accident had taken the life of Jasper.' 'Sir' Mark knotted in agreement. 'O and Mark. You will be number two now' 'Thank you sir' Mark nodded again and left the little office. Now Fred was alone, he dropped his head on the desk and cursed himself, he cursed himself because he had to do the right thing.
The fans of the show grew every week and almost the whole world was following the show. If an warrior lost, the fans who wanted that warrior to win, demanded a rematch, which would never happen.
The commercials of the next fight were on tv already, they talked about two horsewarriors who were both skilled with bow and arrow. The Comanche was going to fight the Hun.
In this battle, it was everyone's guess who would win. Some spoke of the cunning of the Comanche, while others figured that the ruthless Hun would take the win.
Saturday came and both warriors were taken to their waiting room where they could donn their weapons and armour. Haranara was pushed forward by the two soldiers, into the waiting room. Ofcourse, he knew that he had to grab his weapons and Haranara wondered if he still had the skill he had when he used to hunt in the great plains. The native warrior did get the chance to get meet the horse he was going to use and practise with it. Now Haranara studied the weapons he was going to use. The bow and arrow, the warhawke, lance and the boneknife, to be shure. When the native had put on his bone armour and grabbed his weapons, he collected the horse and walked over the plain, which looked much like home. He yelled hard and loud and made himself ready for when his opponent would show up.
Wearing an combination of leather and fur, Astasa was prepared for battle. Finally after being in that prison for so long, the Hunnic warrior could practise the art of killing again. With his new horse with which he had practised the last few days, his bow and arrow, the sword, which looked like the sword the great Atilla used in battle and a rope, Astasa would attack and slaughter his opponent. He Opened the door and thought about the axe he left behind, it might come in usefull and after all, he had already decided against wearing an helmet. He quickly grabbed the hunnic axe and entered the arena. it was a grassy plain with some trees and rocks. Perfect for a battle on horse. The wind blew softly and the Hunnic warrior smelled the fresh air, whereafter he guided his horse towards his opponent, waiting for the signal on a decent distance.
The sign was given and both warriors drew their bows and shot arrows at each other while they tried to dogde the arrows of their opponent. Neither man was able to hit his opponent and arrows flew everywhere except the target.
Haranara took his lance and forced his horse towards his opponent, wanting to impale him quick. As he charged his Hunnic opponent, Astasa quickly grabbed his sword out of the scabberd. It was a simple straight sword, but highly effective. The lance came closer and just as it was close to the body of the Hun, Astasa pushed the spear away with his sword. as the warriors rode past each other after his failed attempt, Astasa tried to hit the native in the back of the head with his sword but missed completely. Haranara balanced his lance on his horse and grabbed his bow and arrow. As he rode away, he turned around and shot some arrows at his opponent of which one hit the horse in the leg and the other got the horse in the eye. The horse went down with a scream under the watchful eye of the camera. As the Hun rolled away in the grass, the native american spun his bow around his neck and shoulders and grabbed his lance tight. He turned his horse and aimed another attack.Astasa saw the other warrior coming on him again and he grabbed his rope. As his opponent came close, he ducked away and threw the rope over the hands of his opponent and pulled.
Haranara felt the rope tighten around his wrist and before he knew what was happening, he fell to the ground. As he fell and rolled safetely, he grabbed the knife he had and cut himself loose just in time to avoid an slash of the sword. The next slash was harder to avoid and the native got hit in the shoulder by the blade. Haranara yelled in pain and blood splattered around. The next slash, aimed at the throat, was blocked with the knife Haranara was holding. The native then kicked his opponent with all his power in the stumach. Astasa yelled in anger as he collapsed on the ground. Haranara licked the blood coming from his own shoulder and tucked the knife away. He then ran towards his horse, aiming to climb on again. As the Hunnic warrior stood up, he saw that the other warrior was horsed again and getting nearer. Astasa jumped away from the horse and tried to cut the legs of the horse like he used to do when he was fighting in wars. The native shot an arrow from close by and hit the Hun in the side as the horse went down with cuts in his legs.The sword fell from the hands of the barbarian warrior as the horse crashed to the ground. Harana was just able to jump of his horse, before it crashed and quickly collected his last weapon. The warhawk. As The native jumped of and collected the weapon, Astasa broke the arrow, so only the arrowhead was still in his body and took his axe from his dead horse. He was glad that, in the end, he had taken the Hunnic axe with him, otherwise he would be weaponless now. The two warriors attacked each other without mercy and without fear. Both men knew that one of them would die soon and gave it all they had. Haranara tried to kick his opponent again, this time on the weak spot where the arrow hit him. Astasa stepped backwards and slashed the foot of his opponent as soon as it came near. The native dropped down, losing his warhawk in the proces and before he could get up, Astasa gave one last swing and the Hunnic axe came down on the forehead of the Comanche, splitting it apart. The body of Haranara twisted a few times and Astasa gave a warcry. Happy he had won, he walked with great pain towards the door he came in trough. The Hun was swiftly moved to the doctor to take the arrowhead out and care for his wounds as a few soldiers collected the weapons and the dead body. The commentator boasted on about how great of a fight it was and in a battle of the toughest, the best man won.
He then continued to tell about the next fight, 'You have just seen a fight between two tough warriors and next week we will have a fight between two speedy shadowwarriors. I am proud to tell you that the next match will be between the Ninja and the Aztec Jaguar.' With that, the show was concluded and soon after, everyone finished up.
Fred walked to his office. Another fight that went great and Fred had no doubt that the ratings would be high. He poored himself a glass of whiskey and sat down on his chair. The show was a great idea and he already made more money than had cost him. He would pay off his debt soon and spent the money he could take for himself on a nice coastal house, somewhere warm, perhaps spain. After that he would think about a new season, with different warriors. Maybe something with gunpowder warriors. But first some loose ends needed to be tight. He took his phone out and dialed a number. 'Ah Mark, my number two. Get rid of Jasper... Now!' without waiting for an answer, Fred ended the conversation.
It was a thursday that Jasper got dragged out of his cell by Ahmed and Thomas. 'Why are you taking me to Cebro?' Jasper asked when he realised where the soldiers were taking him. He got no answer but was roughly pushed trough a door and thrown on the ground.
When he looked up, he saw a table with a sword lying on it. 'You take the sword and you kill the opponent you will face in the arena' Thomas spoke. ' If you manage to kill your opponent, you will be allowed to live, if you fail, you'l die!' Ahmed added. 'Who.. who will be my opponent?' Jasper asked, terrefied by the thought of killing another human being.' 'You will find out soon enough' Thomas spoke as he threw the poor man in the arena and Ahmed threw the sword after him. Jasper grabbed the sword and looked around. The arena was just the glass surrounding this time, no special arena was selected for this fight. Jasper was nervously waiting for his opponent.
'It is simple' Logan spoke. 'You kill the fool waiting in the arena and you will be rewarded with extra food tonight.' He was talking to Furfolk, the viking warrior. Furfolk nodded, grabbed the sword from the table and walked trough the door. The viking raider was happy, he could kill again.
Mark watched as the norse warrior made it towards the shivering Jasper. The viking was wearing a wool tunic and hose. He held his sword as any other skilled swordsman which compared to Jasper was akward. Jasper was not a warrior, he was wearing the clothes he wore when he was taken prisoner, he held the sword like a stick and he coward with every step the norse brute made. This fight would be over soon. Furfolk roared, which made Jasper dropped his sword. The viking followed up with a slash. The attack only missed because Jasper let himself fall on the ground. Crying in fear, he looked trough the glass, searching for someone who could help, a way, he would not die. His eyes locked on Mark. 'Help me!' he spoke with tears in his eyes. He then fell a hard kick in his stumach. Furfolk then grabbed his throat and threw him against the glass of the arena. Before Jasper could do anything else, the viking thrusted his longsword in the stumach of the poor man. The pain was worse then he could ever imagine and Jasper closed his eyes, waiting for the killing blow. He did not have to wait long.
As Mark walked away, he heard the last yell of Jasper, which send shivers down his spine. He phoned Fred and spoke the words. 'It is done'
The next saturday came as always and as always, everybody was preparing for the battle to come. Both the ninja and Aztec Jaguar were up to their usual speed and were about to be taken to their waiting rooms. The arena would be a forest, at night. This way both warriors would be in their element and it was a good chance for what difference in the fights.
Fred had not slept well the last few nights. Ever since he was responsible for the murder of Jasper, he felt guilty. It was strange, in the past months he had ordered men and a woman to their deaths and he did not feel a thing, but now he felt guilty. 'Sir' Someone talked to him. it was a staffmember who worked the keybord of Cebre. 'Sir' we are waiting for your signal to begin'
Shuzin creeped trough the forest. It was like home, searching for his opponent, ready to strike. Normally he would wear civilians clothing but the soldiers had given him a black outfit that covered his whole body, even the lower part of his face. He would approach this kill like a normal one. Shuzin knew very well that the soldiers wanted him to put up a fight but the ninja was not trilled to do so. He preferred a quick and easy kill and that was just what was about to happen. Shuzin had his kasurigama, blowgun, throwing stars and black eggs with him. These weapons would do the trick good. Suddenly, Shuzin saw a man dressed as a tiger or something like that, Shuzin climbed up a tree and took out his blowgun.
It was a dark night, but Thuli did not care about that. He had earned the position of Jaguar and was proud of it. Now he was in prison for some time now and forced to fight against an opponent he did not know. It did not matter. Thuli was fast, agile and had some gruesome weapons. When the Aztec had caught his opponent, he would ritually take the heart of the man out, for the gods. maybe the gods would allow Thuli to escape this strange prison. When he had to choose his weapons, Thuli thought long and hard before taking them. The atlatl was his first choise. This spearthrower would send the two tlacochtli spears flying far and with an amazing amount of speed. He also had his macahuitl with him. This wooden sword had sharp obsidian stones embedded in it. This was a dangerous weapon that could destroy a man. His last weapon was his tecpatl, this knife with obsidian blade would be very usefull to take the heart of his opponent out. He was wearing a cotton breastplate for some defence and a shield, decorated with colourful feathers.
Now Thuli only needed to find his opponent in order to take his heart.
Shuzin aimed and blew. A dart, filled with poison shot towards the unexpecting Aztec jaguar. The dart hit the cotton armour and therefore not penetrate the body. The shocked Aztec raised his shield and grabbed a tlacochtli spear. Thuli waited untill he saw something moving in a tree and threw the spear with the help of his atlatl. The throwing spear flew trough the air and into the tree. Shuzin was just able to duck out of the tree and land softly on the ground. There the ninja had to jump away for a second spear heading for him. The ninja hid quickly behind a tree and took out his karusigama, the sickle, chain and ball weapon.
Thuli saw man dropping down from the tree and running away as he threw his second and last tlacochtli at the man dressed in black. It missed and the Aztec saw how his opponent hid behind a tree. Thuli took his maquihuitl and kept his shield as he walked towards the tree. The ninja appeard, swinging a ball on a chain. He released the ball with incredible force and the Jaguar was just able to raise his shield and deflect the attack. The Aztec jaguar then ran at his oppont, holding his obsidian sword and aiming it at the head of his opponent. Shuzin saw that he would not be able to draw the ball back in time and that his sickle would not stand a chance against the big weapon of the animal warrior. Shuzin quicky grabbed two throwing stars and threw them at his opponent who hid behind his shield to block the incoming attack. This gave the ninja time to drop his karusigama and jump up, and reached for a treebranch that he used to pull himself up. Thuli had protected his face with his shield but due to that, he had to stop his attack. When he continued, he missed and saw how his opponent hanging on a branch. The Aztec removed his shield so he could use his maquahuitl better but before he could attack again, the ninja launched forward and threw himself on the Aztec warrior. both men fell on the ground and stood up as quick as they could. They attacked each other with their fist and suprised their opponent with the skill they had. The kicks and punches were hard and both men had trouble blocking or avoiding the attacks of the other. Shuzin struck the head of Thuli, who retaliated with a ram with his shoulder which knocked the ninja against the tree he was in a few moments before. Thuli took his knife from his belt and walked towards his opponent, planning to kill him and take his heart.
Shuzin sat against the tree and saw how his opponent came closer, with a knife in his hand. This was not going as planned. It was not supposed to be a fight, this was the second mission that went wrong. The first one, was the attack on the samurai, which was interrupted by the strange soldiers who brought him here and made him fight. I will not lose, he though. He grabbed the kama and blocked an attack from the knife. Thuli attacked again and managed to his the arm of the ninja, who pushed Thuli to the side and slashed the cotton armour, which teared away due to the sharp edge. Both men stared at each other and wondered how they would be able to pass by the skill of the other. Suddenly Thuli stepped backwards and grabbed his tlacochtli that lay on the ground. He ran towards the ninja again, aiming to nail the warrior to the tree. Shuzin had taken his ball again and started swinging as the Aztec Jaguar came closer. Before Thuli could throw his spear, Shuzin released the ball, which flew towards the Jaguar and hit him in the side of the head. Thuli fell down in agony, he opened his eyes and closed them again.
Shuzin looked at his opponent, whose blood was still on the ball. He could see right away that his opponent was dead.
'What a great fight between two sneaky warriors was that' The commentator yelled out as the camera switched from an tired Ninja to the handsome young commentator. 'I can tell you all that i would not like to come across neither warrior in a dark alleyway. Come to think of it. I would not want to meet any of the warriors we have here on the show.' He kept silent for a bit. 'Three more fights to go in this first round. Six more warrior who will meet on the bloody battlefield. And the first two warriors will be announced now.' A big smile was on the face of the announcer. 'For the first warrior. We have to travel to ancient China. To the state of Wu. This soldier will be right out of the army of Sun Tsu himself. The Wu Warrior. The next warrior comes from the army of Saladin, a saracen warior on horse! What will the Arena look like? Who will win? These questions will be answered next week so stay tuned and you will not miss anything!'
The week went by quickly. Everybody loved this last episode and days later there was talk about the two men who were almost not able to wound each other and on the moment suprime, the ninja was just in time to kill the Aztec before he would get killed himself. There was also talk of the new match up. Some people were convinced that the saracen warrior would have the win but others said that because Sun Tsu had written the art of warrior, any soldier of his would have an instant win. Fred searched the internet, looking for topics about the subject and saw that there were a lot. Some people said that since nobody was shure if Sun Tsu ever lived, none of his soldiers should be allowed to be on the show. Others said it did not matter, considering the fact that the Saracen warrior was on horse, had a great bow, had great armour and a shield, that the man could not possibly lose.
There was knocking on a door and a when a few seconds later, Mark came in, 'Good afternoon sir,there is someone here who would like to speak to you.' 'Who?' Fred asked. 'A man from the maffia, he said he wanted to talk about money' was the answer of the the number two. 'very well, let him in, but stay close by' The soldier nodded and walked away. A few minutes later, a man came in. He was white but wore a black suit and was smoking an sigar. The man started talking. 'Its time you pay up, the families want their money.' Fred laughed. 'You'l get paid in due time. When i see fit.' 'The families' the man interrupted. 'I do not care for your families. What would you do now, kill me? I have soldiers here, waiting to destroy you. Leave now!' The messenger from the maffia was silent. He had never been threatend like this before and he knew it, it was true. The maffia henchmen opened his mouth again. 'Listen very carefully. I understand that you want to threaten me, and i will leave now. But i will be back, with more help.' With that said, The maffiaman left the office of Fred, who was slightly worried. But with the new match coming soon, Fred had to push these worries aside.
The further the week went, the lesser Fred Devon cared about the maffia. The saturday of the next fight, he had already forgotten the whole incident. He was now thinking about a good arena for the fight. When he finally had come up with the battleground, he hurried himself to the female researcher who was in charge of Cebre. 'Good day sir' she greeted him. 'Hello Atthe' he greeted her back. She was a young beautiful woman, begin thirty's with a greek heritage and temperament. The glasses she wore made her only more spicy then she already was. Fred made a mental note to himself, saying that he would ask her to come by the office once to get to know each other better. it has been a long time since he last had sex and he thought to himself that he had deserved it. 'Atthe, my dear lady. I would suggest an grassy landscape, in the rain, with small rocks, some bushes and trees and a cave of some sort. You know to give the warrior on foot some help. Can that be done?' 'Ofcourse sir' she said with a smile. Altough the cave will chance into a rocky mountain path. Otherwise we would have to create a new arena and that would cost too much time.' 'Fine by me' the boss responded.
'Welcome, welcome. Great people of the world who tune in every saturday to watch this great progamma. I have seen some polls and 65 procent of you guys and girls think that the Saracen has the win. Most people think it is because of the horse he has. We will see tonight who is right. Who will win, who is the last warrior standing!' There appeared some images of the warriors and the weapons for tonight. 'Now you have seen the warriors and the weapons' the commentator spoke 'Tonight is a bit different. Normally we let the warriors enter the battlefield at the same time, but tonight, because he has a disadvantage, will the Wu warrior be allowed to get into the arena an hour before we release the Saracen. This way, the Wu warrior can set traps and the battle will go any way. But i will have to go now and make room for this warrior. Go to the toilet quick, take some snacks and drinks because you never know with these warriors. A battle can be over the second it starts.'
Fred watched as the commentator spoke. 'Reminds me.' he spoke. 'Do we have backup warriors tonight?'
'Yes!' someone yelled. 'Exellent, release, the first warrior.' Fred Devon finished.
San Lhi walked over the terrain. He had time to create a battle plan and to set some traps, the chinese warrior did only not know how much time he had. He was a thin man. Not very tall but with black hair and a black moustache. His hair was covered by an iron helmet and he wore lamellar armout that protected his body. The weapons he had chosen were the crossbow, the Ji halberd, the qiang and the jian sword.
After checking out the area, San Lhi began thinking about a good tactic he could use against his opponent. The only thing he knew was that his opponent was on a horse and that was a huge disadvantage. His good leader Sun Tsu always said that you should use disadvantage and turn it into an advantage. The first weapon was then the crossbow that he placed on a mountain pass, close by a huge stone. He could stand on the stone and shoot at the mountain pass. The next weapon that he placed was the Ji halberd, that he placed between some bushes nearby some trees. The last weapon he placed was the qiang. That weapon, he placed where he started. His jian sword, he kept on his side. When he was done, he sat down for a bit, took a piece of soft juicy fruit from a tree and started eating. San Lhi was not familiar with this fruit but it was delicious. It was round and red with a small thingy on top. appearently, that small thingy was less delicious. Suddenly, he heard the steps of a horse getting closer. San Lhi grabbed his qiang and when he looked up again, he a big black horse with a man on it. The man on the horse had a darker skin colour then he himself had. Black hair, a black moustache and a black beart. He wore a helmet and some sort of chainmail armour around this chest, arms and neck, he had read about once. This warrior also had a round shield.
Ahli was ready for battle. The horse listened good to his commands, the chainmail felt good and he had a great set of weapons. Now he had found his opponent, he noticed that this warrior had no horse. Thinking that the fight would be much easier Ahli took the spear he had and charged his opponent who had taken a spear of his own and was just able to push the spear of the Arabic warrior to the side. San Lhi had just survived the first attack and saw a second attack coming that he deflected the same way, only this time, the man on the horse kicked San Lhi on the head. The Chinese soldier fell to the ground and dropped his qiang. The horsewarrior came for the third time with his spear and San Lhi started running.
That idiot won't come far on foot, Ahli thought as he chased after the running man. The only reason he could not send his horse on full speed was because the ground was not flat and there might be some holes in the ground, the horse could step in. The Wu Dynasty warrior headed towards the area with the trees and bushes to take his Ji halberd. That would take away the spear, he hoped. When the spear was away, he could run up the mountain pass and shoot the guy with his crossbow. With this battleplan, he was bound to win. When he finally got there, he took the halberd and saw the mailclad warrior coming near with the spearpoint aimed at him.
Ahli attacked his opponent for the fourth time and was amazed that some sort of chrest on the weapon pushed his onw spear away and then came at him. He pushed his shield up, which forced him to drop the spear that fell on the ground. Another few attacks were deflected by the spear and when the Chinese pulled his Ji back for a hard strike, Ahli took the turkisch axe which was attached to the horse with a rope, and pushed the incoming Ji hard away. The halberd glided out of the hands of the small Chinese and the axe hit the iron helmet of San Lhi, which barely survived the inpact. San Lhi started running again, this time towards the mountainpass. Ahli placed his axe again on the place where he kept it, took his composite bow out and shot an arrow that hit a tree next to the Chinese warrior. Another arrow flew over the head of the running man. Ahli remarked himself that this small man was very fast and was now already running up a road that let to a mountain of some sort. The Saracen warrior followed the man and took the pass up also. When he was around a corner, he saw the small man standing on a big rock with what appeard to be a crossbow. The man fired and the bolt flew towards Ahli who used his shield to save him once again. He had seen crossbows before, just by the crusaders and out of experience he knew that reloading took some time. He took his composite bow again and shot it a few times. The first arrow hit the rock, the second arrow hit the cheek of the Chinese and the third arrow hit the chinese chest. The arrow that hit the cheek brought San Lhi to the egde of the rock, while the last arrow pushed him off. Ahli closed the distance easy and watched the Chinese stand up. The cheek of the small Wu warrior was teared due to the arrow that was forced out. He stood up and drew his jian sword.
The Saracen warrior jumped off his horse and took the Turkisch axe, not wanting to dirty his sword. San Lhi slashed at his opponent but the Ahli pushed the weapon easy to one side. He then slashed at the chinese armour that held stand. San Lhi then slashed again, only to see that the chainmail armour worked perfectly. The two warriors stood still for a moment and then the chinese tried to stab his opponent. The Arabian soldier pushed the sword aside and hit San Lhi with the flat of the axe in the face. He then proceeded with a slash at the arm of San Lhi who dropped his sword. The Arabian kicked the sword away and the now cornered San Lhi leaped off the pass aiming to get in a tree down below. He missed and smacked hard on the ground. The Chinese noted instantly that his legs were broken and he could not move anymore. Ahli took his bow from his horse and walked up to the egde. There he saw his opponent crawl away, trying to find a spot to hide. 'Allah have mercy on his soul' Ahmed spoke, as a true soldier of his master Salah Ad-Din. He then released the arrow which hit the neck of San Lhi, ending his life.
Ahli jumped on the horse again and rode back to where he came from.
'That was an bloody battle' the commentator spoke. 'A clear victory for the Saracen warrior. Even with time to prepare, it was not enough to beat the Saracen warrior. Altough this battle was bloody, the next battle will be even more bloody. Imagine a small island with only two warriors. A viking and a Celt. Who of the two crazy battlehardend brutal warrior will win and who will die. Find it out! Next week, same channel, same timeslot.'
Fred was not very happy with the battle. Cleary it was wrong to put an heavily armed horsewarrior against a warrior without a horse and much further back in history. It also bugged Fred that the Wu Dynasty warrior had not been able to land a single good hit. Well at least it took some time for the battle to be over, unlike the battle between the samurai and the Highlander. Now it was just waiting how the viewers would respond to this fight.
Suddenly Fred got an idea. It was in his own eyes an great idea to make up the fight of today. 'Atthe, i want an other arena for the next fight.' he spoke to the lady. 'Very well sir, what do you have in mind' she asked. 'I want to chanche the water in hot lava and the plateau on what they are fighting has to be smaller so they have less space to move. I want this fight bloody.' Fred explained his idea. 'Very well sir. It will be done.' She answered. Fred opened the door, 'Ow and one more thing. If you are done, make pictures and send it to the commercial guys, i want to promote this brutal fight and this arena might help. Besides, it gives the critics more reasons to believe it is fake and less reasons to complain.' 'Ofcourse sir' She answered as he left the room.
Celleges kept his eyes on his opponent. He and his opponent were on sort of circle platform with hot liquid around them. His captors had told Celleges that this liquid was lava and if anyone would touch it, he would burn instantly to death. The Celtic warrior had therefore placed himself far from the egde, closer to his opponent. His chainmail and the leather under it were tough and he had an helmet on which hid is red hair. By the looks of his opponent, this was going to be a hard fight and Celleges was ready for it. His lancea lay on the ground before him. He had his sling and some rocks in a pouch on his belt and his longsword was on his hip. He held his shield and a javelin in his hands. Celleges was happy that he got the chance to taste some blood already with the killing of that woman, now he wanted more.
The sweat leaked from his body into his gambeson. His helmet was already wet from inside too and his chainmail too, smelled already like sweat. Furfolk could not help it, The damn heat that came of this stuff called lava, it was very hot. The Viking warrior hoped that his opponent endured the same heat as he did, because he was in a lot of trouble otherwise. This opponent looked alot like Furfolk himself, he was very big with broad shoulders and musculair arms, He also wore chainmail and an helmet. The most important thing of which he could tell that this opponent was not Norwegian was due to his red hair, Furfolk was like all other scandinavians blond. But Furfolk had one advantage. He had killed already in this place. It was an easy kill, the opponent did not fight back, but a kill was a kill. His spear lay on the ground at the side of him, his sword was in the scabberd on his right hip, next to the battleaxe and he had a quiver full of arrows on his back that would be used with the huntersbow in his hand. His round shield, covered with rawhide and a metal boss hung over his left side.
The two warriors glared at each other, untill suddenly there was movement. Furfolk drew an arrow and quickly jumped to the side as the Javelin of Celleges just flew past him. The viking launched his arrow and saw it deflect of the shield of the Celtic warrior. A few more arrows attacked the big Celt but the shield stopped all the arrows from doing harm. When another arrow bounced off the shield, Celleges grabbed his chance and took his sling and a rock from his already open pouch. He swung his sling as quick as he could and at the moment that the Viking warrior wanted to shoot this arrow, an stone hit his knuckle of the hand with which he held hiw bow. In pain, he released the weapon and dropped the arrow, only to see another stone flying towards him and hitting him on his helmed. The next few stones were blocked by his round vikingshield,
Celleges took his lancea from the ground and ran towards his opponent, not wanting to lose the initiative, he thrusted his weapon, that went past the shield and hit the viking in the side, with only the chainmail that protected the viking warrior. Furfolk dropped his shield, grabbed his own spear and was just in time to push another thrust of his opponent to the side, he then slammed his fist in the face of his opponent.
Both men stepped backwards and approached each other again. Furfolk tried to stab his opponent but missed, thereafter, Celleges tried a slash at the viking neck, but Furfolk jumped back annd pushed the point towards the ground as he stabbed the shoulder of the Celtic warrior. The chainmail held and Celleges used the butt of his weapon to hit the knee of the Viking. Furfolk was forced to kneel down and recieved a push from the foot of the big Celt. Furfolk rolled towards the edge but managed to stop before he rolled over the egde. His spear was not as lucky and the Norwegian warrior had to watch as his spear incinerated when it touched the lava. Celleges charged at him and Furfolk was just able to get on his knees, push the spear away with his battleaxe and roll towards his shield that he grabbed as he stood up. The viking switched his axe with his longsword and saw the Celt running towards him again. The spear was pushed aside with the sword as Furfolk rammed the boss of his shield in the chest of the Celt. He the rammed the rim of the shield against the helm and finally forced the spear out of the hands of his opponent.
Furfolk attacked the now unarmed Celleges with a slash of the sword, Celleges stepped backwards and the sword missed. The Viking then tried a thrust which missed again due to the fact that Celleges stepped backwards and to the side. He then grabbed his own longsword and the two swords clashed. The Celtic Celleges managed to step past his Viking opponent and towards his shield. With both warriors now attacking each other with sword and shield, they tired each other out rather quickly. The intense heat did not work in their favor either.
Neither warrior was able to do much damage since the swords hit either each other or the shield for the opponent and for once, The weapons clashed again and again when the Viking berserker suddenly got in idea. He dropped his sword which fell to the ground and grabbed the battleaxe from his side. When Celleges saw his opponent drop his sword, he attacked from above with his sword. Furfolk blocked the swordblow with his shield in midair, slashed with his axe towards the legs of his opponent, who managed to get his shield in front of his legs. The Viking hooked the shield away and slashed the front leg of the Celt. Celleges dropped down on his knees in pain and stabbed his longsword with all his might. The chainmail on the stumach of the Viking broke and the gambeson got penetrated. The wound was not big but enough to hurt. Before Celleges could stood up, his shield was forcefully pulled away from him and a slash that ripped his cheeks and lips apart brought him with his face to the ground. Furfolk made himself ready for one last attack and with a powerful swing, did he decapitate his Celtic opponent. The head of Celleges lay now on the battlefield and as Furfolk looked at it, he kicked the head into the pool of lava. he head sunk away, never to be seen again. After that, Furfolk sat down, tired to the bones because of this exhousting fight.
'What a great fight that was' The commentator yelled in the televisions. 'Normally the Celts would decapitate people, i have never seen a Viking do that. Anyhow, This was a spectaculair fight between two giants. The battle could have gone either way.' The young man thought about the fight and the brutal way it was held, He himself had thought that both men would collapse on the ground, ending the fight like what happened between the Zulu and Azande. The young man realised that the reason that he was most suprised was, was that the Viking acually used a tactic. This was not what he had learned at school. Vikings were stupid warriors that plundered and raped, not warriors that used succesful tactics to win a fight,
'Now people, Next week we have a great show. You all might know that next week ends round one, we will not let that pass without saying. That is why, after the last battle, we review each battle, the winners and the losers. But I can tell you the next fight, It will be between two warriors in conquering armies. It will be a battle between the Roman Centurion versus a Mongol Horsewarrior. Will the warrior with the diciplined warrior with the big shield win against the horsewarrior with the best bow ever made. So Stay tuned, it will be a great last battle for the first round and when you are bored this week, go log on at www.lastwarriorstanding.com and do the poll, who do you think will be the last warrior standing!'
The whole world talked about the amazing and brutal fight between the Celt and the Viking. The lava, the blood and as finishing touch the beheading. Now everybody agreed that the Viking was the better warrior and the true winner of the battle. The youtube clip of the fight became an instant hit and now the whole world was anxious for the last battle of the first round. Here the opinions were devided. Some people said that the Mongolian would win. He had a horse and an extremely good bow. Others talked about the power of the Roman army and how a Centurion of that army would destroy any opponent.
The polls that were set out on the website had been filled out by a large amount of people and there was already talk about a game and a book based on the tv hit.
A lot of people were also suggesting other warriors that could be used to fight in a second season. Warriors like the ancient egyptians, mamluks and hawaiian warriors crossed the boards. People were doing their own matchups with their favorites winning. There were even people who did rematches with the other sides winning. Some of those writings were very entertaining while others were badly written and very biased.
The next saturday was there soon again and Fred watched the show from his office this time. He had given his orders already and now watched the high grass in the flat landscape as the commentator yelled to start the fight.
Cassius walked over the plains. He was looking for his opponent, who would show up any minute now. The trained Roman warrior wore his scalemail armour, had his greaves and helmet, his gladius and pugio strapped to his belt and he was holding in one hand his spear and pilum while he had his scutum shield in his other hand. Searching his opponent, he walked over the field and saw someone on a horse heading towards him. 'Shields up' He yelled out of habit, when he suddenly realised he was alone.
Borjigin fired the arrow from his recurve bow as he and his horse came near the opponent. The Mongol warrior was armed with his recurve bow and fifty arrows, his scimitar and battlemace. To his defence he had his hard leather and silk clothing, his iron helmet and his leather shield that would protect him. Borjigin saw how the arrow flew over the head of his opponent, who raised a shield. A few more arrows he shot were all blocked by the big shield, what annoyed the Mongolic warrior greatly.
Borjigin decided to just race towards his opponent and when he would be on top, release the arrow. This might penetrate the shield and kill the opponent in one fluent attack.
As The Mongol came near, Cassius dropped his pilum, not wanting to waste the weapon on a horsewarrior. He held his spear in a tight lower grip and as the two warriors encountered each other, Borjigin fired his arrow as Cassius raised his shield and stabbed at the stumach of his opponent. The arrow went trough the upper part of the scutum shield and hit the helmet of the Centurion with much force. Due to this, the stab aimed at the Mongolian hit the side of the horse and the spear itself, flew trough the air, landing far away. The horse Staggered, Borjigin was barely able to keep on holding the reigns and as the horse walked on, the mongolian saw the wound and jumped off, not wanting to hurt the poor animal any further. To his suprise, he saw that the bowstring had snapped, rendering the bow useless. The Mongol dropped it on the ground and did the same with the arrows as he took his scimitar and shield.
Cassius had fallen on the ground because of the hard inpact but he quickly recovered and searching for his spear, he could only find the pilum and took it in an uppergrip, ready to throw it. As he saw his opponent running towards him, Cassius took his pilum in a lower grip and stabbed at the opponent. Borjigin blocked the attack with his shield and noticed that the spear went in the shield. He attacked himself with his sword, which got blocked by the shield of his opponent. The Mongolian saw how the now bended spear got stuck in his shield and he was unable to get it out. Angry, he threw the shield with spear away and stepped backwards as suddenly the short Roman sword hit his stumach. The Mongolian armour held and he counterattacked with his own scimitar, only to see it blocked. Both warriors stepped backwards and forwards, eyeing each other when suddenly the Mongolian did something very unorthodox. He took his mace in his left empty hand and now was holding two weapons, opposed to the Centurion that was holding the gladius and shield.
Borjigin attacked with with his sword, which got blocked by the roman shield. He pushed the shield aside and attacked with his mace, hitting the shouler of the Centurion. Cassius growled in pain and pushed his sword towards the arm of his opponent, missing barely. The warriors stepped outside of the range of each other and the Mongolic warrio feigned an attack with his scimitar, which made the Roman raise his shield, Borjigin then stepped pas the shield and tried to smash his opponent who brought the gladius forwards. In a clash of weapons, the gladius bended a bit and Borjigin, looking happy, aimed the next smash in the face of the Roman who was just able to raise his shield again and push his opponent backwards. As this was happening, the Centurion rammed the shield under the chin of the Mongolian opponent, forcing him to fall down. The Mongolian warrior was still holding his weapons but as soon as the rim of the scutum shield smashed down on the wrist of the fallen warrior, Borjigin screamed in pain, releasing his mace and tried to use his other hand and attack with the scimitar. The Centurion, now on the high ground, kicked the incoming arm with sword away and kicked at the face of his opponent, under his shoes, iron spikes that ripped open the face of Borjigin. Cassius then uses the rim of the shield to ram it into the throat of his Mongolian opponent, crushing the windpipe. The Centurion keeps on hammering, blood squirts over his face and clothing and after a while, Cassius stops and looks down at his dead opponent. He then watches as the area changes into a glass room and he walks slowly and tired towards an exit.
'With this fatality from the Roman Centurion, we end round one of Last Warrior Standing. It was a tough fight and suprisingly, the Roman was able to counter advantage the horsed Mongolian had and take the win. This was incredible and an worthy last fight.' The young commentator spoke as he himself had won the battle.
'Now let us take a look at all the fights and the warriors who have won and who have lost. With the first fight, we come across the Apache and Shoalin Monk. It was a fight between a peaceful warrior and a guarillawarrior. Who can forget the epic finisher that started of the bloody battles. The Apache native American who took the hand of the Shaolin Monk, who was hanging from a cliff, only to cut the throat and drop him. The Apache continues to the next round and will fight another opponent while we have to say goodbye against the Shaolin Monk. This peacefull warrior was just a tiny bit to peaceful. The next fight was a battle between two armoured brutes, the Spartan warrior versus the Templar Knight. After a hard battle, the Templar knight was able to bring his Spartan opponent to the knees and stab him in the face. The Knight proceeded to the next round while the Spartan had to go home. He was not able to beat the Templar who had better steel. After that battle, we could see how the Azande and Zulu warrior fought each other to a draw and killing each other in the proces. Neither moves on to the next round. The battle after that, we saw a Gladiator fighting against an Maori warrior. After a long battle, the Gladiator was ablle to inpale the throat of his Maori opponent and gets to get to the next round, while the Maori will be send back to its island. The fight after that, there was the first fight between two warriors on horse. I am talking about the Macedonian warrior and the Frankisch warrior ofcourse. The Macedonian got the win, he was able to knock his Frankisch opponent out and kill him. The Macedonian got the win, and he still has a horse for the next round while the Franksich warrior has something to explain to Charlemagne. After that battle, the Samurai got into the ring with the scottish higlander and suprisingly, within 5 minutes, the Samurai is able to get an arrow in the throat of his opponent, getting him an spot in the next round and the higlander gets to fight the English again. Directly after the fight we saw the Immortal fighting the Raiput. In a display of skill and power, the Raiput was able to slam is katar in the neck of his opponent. The Raiput gets a spot at the second round while the immortal is now just dead.
Then we saw a Comange and a Hun fighting each other from horseback. The Hun was able to put his axe in the forehead of the Comange and gets to proceed while the Comanche had to go back to the plains. Note, that the Hun had lost his horse and will fight on foot in the next round. Then there was a display of skill and stealth in the battle between the Ninja and the Aztec Jaguar. Suprisingly, the Ninja was just a fraction quicker and able to smash the temple of the Aztec opponent. We will see the Ninja back, while the Aztec Jaguar can sacrafice himself. Then the Wu warrior fought the Saracen but was clearly outmatched and lost the battle. An arrow in the neck is not good for your health. The Wu warrior gets to read the Art of War again while the Saracen will be back with his horse and bow+arrow. The battle of last week was the one of the Celt against the Viking and after an hard and intense battle, the Viking beheaded the Celt. The Celt can go back to England while the Viking will have to fight again in the next round. Finally and lastly the battle of today. We have just seen how the Roman centurion used his shield to crush the Mongol and because of that, the Centurion filled the last spot of the next round while the Mongolian gets to practise his archery again.' With each fight, there were finishing attacks in these fights were shown. After the comentator was done talking, pictures of the Apache, Templar Knight, Raiput, Macedonian, Gladiator, Samurai, Hun, Ninja, Saracen, Viking and Centurion appeared on screen.
'We have two more things for you guys at home these evening. We have the top 5 warriors about who you think will be the last warrior standing and the revealing of the fight of next week, the first fight of round two. Well, we have checked the votes on the site and here is without ado, the list of five warriors, who you think, will be the Last Warrior Standing. Number five is the Apache warrior. You guys think that the agility of the Apache and his use of the bow will prove a dangerous combo. Number four is the Saracen warrior. You say that the armour, combined with the horse and bow will be hard to counter by the other warriors. Number three is in your eyes the Ninja. His agility and sneakyness are the main reasons. Number two is the Templar Knight you say. His longsword and shield, combined with the full defensive gear is extraordinary. Buttt You guys think that The number one winner will be the Samurai. Reasons for this are his bow and Katana you say. Now we have done that, only one thing remains. The announment of the next fight. And the first fight of the second round will be between the....... Viking and the.... Macedonian Compagnion Calvery soldier. Will the Viking get this warrior of the horse of will the Viking lose his head this time. You will see it next week in the Last Warrior Standing.'
It was a tuesday that Mark Hulsher came into the office of his boss, Fred Devons. 'Sir' he said. 'Sir, we have spotted an chopper coming towards the island. We do not know who are in it, but i don't trust it.' Fred listened to the story of his number two. It could only be the maffia man and some friends of his, perhaps also other organisations Fred had borrowed money from. 'Where are they landing?' he asked. 'Some grass near the lake, behind the forest. I think in about twenty to thirty minutes. We can be there in fifteen.' Mark answered as a loyal soldier would. 'Very good, what do you suggest?' Fred asked, wanting to get more information from this seasoned warrior. 'Sir, i suggest you and i come and welcome our...guests. We hide a troop of soldiers in the surrounding area and when the intruders are dangerous, we order our men to shoot.' Fred thought about what his number two had said. This man knew about wars and how to act in dangerous situations. 'Very good' Fred said.
The chopper landed on the sand and six men stepped out of it. Fred and Mark watched as these men walked towards them and suprisingly, all of these men had weapons on them. 'Hello' A dark haired white man in an dark suit said, holding a sawnoff shotgun. 'You must be wondering what we are doing here on your private island.' 'Yes' Fred said, moving his hand to the handgun that he had in the pocket of his jacket. He could clearly see that this man was a maffiaman. 'Well, me and my friends came here to collect the money you owe us. You should have recocgnised them. Mr. O'Reilly from the I.R.A is here.'He pointed towards a man holding a revolver. 'Next to him, was a dark skinned man with a bandana, holding an ak47. This man was introduced as Samali from the Somalian pirates. Next was mr. Abul, a representative of the Taliban with the same weapon. Then came the Yakuza member Othoshi who had an walther p38. lastly was Oreiro introduced, a angry looking Cartel member, he has his hand on the uzi in his pocket. 'Me and my friends want our money' the maffia gangster spoke. 'Either you give it to us, or we will shoot you.' Fred suddenly grabbed the gun he had and pointed it towards the men. 'Get off my island or i shoot you. And the soldiers we have here are going to shoot you too.' Fred said. The director panicked with so many guns near him and wanted to show that he was not afraid, but while he said it, he was sweating and talkingh with trouble. Mark saw it all happen and realised his boss had just lost them the egde. That stupid man had no trouble ordering deaths or watch it from far away, but as soon as it got dangerous, he would lose his nerve and do stupid things, now Mark had to clean up the mess. But before Mark could say anything, The maffiaman started to talk again. 'You can shoot us, if you want our friends looking for you. Can you handle an attack of the Taliban, Maffia, I.R.A, Yakuza, Somalia Pirates and the Brazillian Cartel? I think not. So just give us our money and we will leave.' Now Mark spoke. 'Very impressive, threatening with an army you guys cannot show. I have an better idea. You guys leave or i will personally shoot you. If you invade, we just call on real armies to protect us. We have contacts here in armies in the US and europe. They will destroy you. Think about it, this is the best tv-show in the world, they will help us!' Mark was bluffing and Fred knew. Now Mark hoped, Fred was wise enough to shut his big mouth. Fred did that and the maffiaman looked towards the members of the different organisations. They all shook their heads. They did not want to mess with that yet. Leonardo, as the maffiaman was called, took his shotgun angry and pointed it towards Fred. 'At least, i will have the pleasure of shooting you' he spoke towards Fred. Fred panicked and dropped his gun but before Leonardo got a chance to shoot, Mark fired his makarov and hit the member of the families square in the chest. Leonardo tumbled backwards and the yakuza member stepped aside, avoiding him. The five men of trhe organisations all understood that it was best to leave and they headed back to the chopper. They did not say anything and minutes later, the chopper was high above sealevel. 'Why didn't we shoot them?' Fred asked. Because you are a coward, Mark thought but what he said was different. 'If we would kill them, their friends would come and look for them. This way, they will understand that nobody messes with us.' 'Okay' Fred said, happy it was all over. 'Call the men off and come to the shooting range. I need to practise.' 'Yes sir' Mark nodded. When Fred had left, he told his men to return to their duty's. He himself first threw the body of Leonardo in the lake, doing the job his boss forgot about.
The Next saturday, round two was about to begin. 'Welcome my friends' the commentator spoke. 'Today will be the first fight of the second round. From the eleven warriors that survived the first round, two will fight and only one proceed. So today, we will find out who is the first contestent of round three. The two warriors who will fight today are the Macenonian warrior and the Viking. For those who did not remember, the Macedonian comes from the compagny calverly straight out of the army of Alexander the Great. He will be on horseback. His opponent, the Viking berserker, is a strong warrior, all the way from Norway. He Cut of the head of his opponent in the last fight. Now we will see who will win when they fight each other.'
Both warriors knew the drill and soon had picked their weapons.
Cleitus rode his horse slowly. He had chosen simple weapons for this fight, the Xyston spear, the Kopis and the rhompaya swords. he also had his shield with him. Cleitus did not know who is opponent was going to be, but he was going down.
As he guided his horse to the field of battle, which was a stone road with rocks scatterd everywhere, he saw his opponent.
The Viking warrior named Furfolk kicked against a rock and send it flying. He had his nasal helmet on his head, his gambeson and chainmail armour and his shield. The weapons he carried were the huntingbow, the longsword, the spear and his battleaxe. He loved this weapons and they would prove usefull against any opponent that would be thrown his way.
As the warriors came near each other, Furfolk saw his horsed opponent. Damn, he thought. If i had some other men and shields, that horse would not be a problem. Shieldwalls are great against horses.
But before he could think more, he quickly had to dogde an incoming attack from the spear of his opponent. The point almost touched his skin as the horse with the Macedonian on it raced away. Cleitus turned his horse and wanted to attack with his Xyston spear again. As his horse ran towards the Viking berserker again, the Viking took his bow and fired an arrow. The arrow flew past the head of the horse, who staggered in shock. Cleitus was thrown off his horse and fell to the ground as another arrow hit the ground next to him. He stood up and took his shield and kopis. His xyston would be worthless without an horse. Furfolk came near now too. He had dropped his bow and was holding his battleaxe and shield, remembering how well it worked in the last fight. The two men came into reach and started attacking each other. Weapons moved and hit shields as both men worked hard to get the opponent down. As the kopis hit the shield, Furfolk pushed his shield towards his opponent and rammed the other shield. Cleitus tried to cut with his sword but his Viking opponent stepped backwards and only his arm got a slash. He then countered with his axe, ramming it against the kopis and forced it out of the hand of Cleitus. A followup attack hit the shield of the Macedonian and the Compagnion warrior stepped out of range. Cleitus drew his rhompaya and attacked, hitting the viking shield and sending shard of wood in all directions. An other attackk was met in midair by the shield and Furfolk brought his axe towards his opponent. The axe met the shield of the Macedonian and managed to hook the shield away. The rhompaya got past the shield and crushed chainmail as it made contact with the viking shoulder. The round shield of the Viking hit the face of Cleitus and he stepped backwards, losing his own shield that was still hooked. Furfolk checked his shoulder real quick and only noticed that it hurt like hell, the padding had done its job. he was about to attack again when the rhomaya came at him again. he lifted his shield to block the attack and as the sword hit the shield, it broke it in several parts. The followup attack almost decapitated the Viking and he took the sword out of the scabberd in time to block another attack. Cleitus, feeling that he was about to win,m kept on attack while Furfolk was forced to step or jump backwards, knowing that any block would force his weapons out of his hands. Suddenly Furfolk threw his axe towards his opponent who easily blocked the attack with the big sword but never saw the real attack from the Viking coming. Furfolk jumped to the side as he had thrown his axe and slashed the left wrist of the Macedonian. Cleitus screamed in pain as blood came out of the big wound. Cleitus attacked again but barely missed the feet of his opponent who rammed his shoulder into the chest of Cleitus. Cleitus came down hard and Furfolk grabbed his longsword with both hands. he jumped on Cleitus and slashed the throat with one side of the sword. Cleitus felt the pain and his life drain away. As Furfolk rolled to the side. Cleitus tried to stand, holding the gash with his bloody hands, but dropped again, dead.
The Hunnic warrior saw how his bow was smashed out of his hand by his opponent. The ball and chain were mercyless and the ball flew at him again. The warrior named Astasa leeaped backwards, collected his hunnic axe and blocked an attack from his opponent.
Shuzin, the ninja was thinking of a way to get past his opponent. He swung his karusikama again but noted that his opponent, who had taken an axe from the ground, punched the ball away. The opponent then ran towards him and Shuzin was just able to block the attack with his kama. The two warriors stood there, the razorsharp weapons against each other, pushing the other one away. Suddenly Astasa gave the little japanese warrior an headbutt, threw him over his hip and kicked him in the stumach. This resulted in both warriors losing their weapons and the ninja taking several hits before he managed to kick on the heels of his Hunnic opponent and sweeping him against the ground. Shuzin quickly drew his ninjato sword and sprinted towards his opponent again who now had an longsword in his hands. The two men fought each other with swords, only being able the inflict supervisual wounds. The Hunnic warrior, now used his strength, and attacked hard, with the ninja needing to jump aside and backwards several times to avoid an killing strike. Shuzin quickly thought as his opponent smiled and attacked agaiun, this time slashing the cheeck of the ninja. Suddenly Shuzin smiled and got an throwing star. He threw it at his opponent who shielded his face with his free hand, and in that time, the Hun never noticed the blowgun that shot an dart in the shoulder of Astasa. Even though the dart penetrated the shoulder, Astasa never noticed a thing and slashed his sword again. The poison slowly drained Astasa of his power and he was not as strong or quick as five minutes ago. Because of this, Shuzin was able to duck under the longsword of his opponent and slashed at the armpit of the swordarm. Astasa released his sword, but before he could do anything, he got dizzy. Shuzin jumped behind him and now had an big open target. With one quick blow, he slashed at the back of the Hunnic head, making a split. Astasa fell to the ground and reached backwards with his hands, feeling blood everywhere. A few seconds later, he was dead. The Ninja had used cunning and won the match against an stronger opponent.
'What a great fight it was' the commentator yelled out. This fight proves that the physical stronger warrior does not always win the fight, that speed, cunning and tact can win an mach easily. With this fight ended, the Ninja will have a spot in the third round while the Hun failed to win the second fight after an succesful first one.' The young man showed his face on tv again, while out of sight of any camera, the stadium turned into the glass box again and the Hunnic warrior got dragged out of it, to be burned. The Ninja had walked to the exit by himself and after being checked for any weapons, was guided to his cell. Nobody saw that Shuzin had managed to conceal two shuriken, which he took now to his cell.
'To prepare you for the next fight' The commentator spoke. 'The next battle will be an all Roman battle between the centurion and the Gladiator. These warriors may have fought in real life, but now, with these weapons, in this controlled enviroment, we will find out who will win this one. So tune in next week to find out, who in fact is the the last warrior standing!'
The following week, there was some discussion on who would win, with people arguiing that the Centurion was the better warrior and would win, while others concluded that the gladiator was just the bigger man who would squeeze the tiny Roman. All the days of fighting would not have hurt the gladiator either. Most discussions were about where the fight would take place. Most of the boardmembers all over the world concluded that the fight would take place in the Roman colloseum, while some other members argued that this would be home terrain for the gladiator and the fight might take place in either a Roman camp or one of the historical battlefields in which the romans fought the gladiadors.
When the day of the next battle came, everyone was tuned in again and the commentator held his speech about the battle to come, quickly explaining the history of the soldiers as usual and talking about how they fared so far.
Cassius stood in front of the table with the weapons. He just laced his armour with leather cords and now equipped his sword and pugio dagger. He then took his spear and pilum javelin, thinking of the succes of these weapons the last fight. He finally took his shield and was ready to battle. He nodded to the guard, who opened the door and the Centurion stepped into the arena.
On the other side, the Gladiator Macrusus had just put his helmed on his head and looked at his display of weapons. The trained Gladiator could not decide between the trident and net combination or the sica sword and hasta spear. After something less then a minute, macrusus decided. He first put on his Cestus, the battleglove. he did this on his left hand, he then took the Sica and strapped it on his belt and lastly took his hasta spear and an javelin. The black guard opened the door and the Gladiator stepped onto the battlefield, but not before quickly collecting the oval shaped shield.
The battlefield was a deserted Roman street with several stalls and cloths, making the picture complete.
The two warriors stepped towards each other, both recocgnising the surroundings and each other. A spark of familirity and anger towards their opponent ignited in each warrior and before anybody could blink, the warriors were from standing still to throwing their javelins. Due to the speed and power of each throwing device, neither warrior was able to step aside and they both used their shields to block the attack. The javelin thrown by the Gladiator managed to hit the iron boss from the scutum shield and glance of, while the javelin penetrated the shield of Macrusus and bended, rendering it useless. Macrusus threw his shield away and grabbed his hasta spear. The spear had an iron tip and an iron end, making both ends dangerous. He could stab with the pointy end and smash with the bulb on the other side. As the gladiator came near, Cassius had taken his spear and both warriors engaged into a hard battle, each with full power. This was not just a battle, this was a duel with each warrior getting his powers fueled with their common history. Cassius tought about how he had seen and fought against several Gladiators before he was captured. Those idiots always paraded while they were no more then slaves. The real fighters were the Roman soldiers. Cassius also thought of Revenge. His Father had been killed by a small gladiator rising. Cassius stabbed with anger but the danger was pushed away by his opponent. Macrusus hated those idiot centurions. The gladiator was just an Roman citizen. He was a thief and murderer but still a Roman citizen. It was after he got caught by a Centurion that he was forced to fight in the arena's as gladiator. This all, was the fault of those Centurions and this one was about to suffer for it. He tried to slash at his opponent, but the attack got blocked and he turned his weapon around, hitting the spear of his opponent with full power with the backside of his hasta. As a result of the display of strenght, the Roman spear broke in half, with the point ending on the street. As the Centurion switched to his Gladius sword, the Gladiator tried to stab again but found the shield in his way. Suddenly, Macrusus felt himself being driven backwards by the sword and shield combination. Unable to get the advantage with every blow being blocked with the shield and an counterattack with the sword heading his way, the Gladiator stepped backwards, throwing his spear at the opponent and as he watched his spear bouncing off of the shield, he drew his Sica. He then attacked with his sword, hitting either the shield or the gladius. Both warriors tried to use their weapons to their advantage and the scutum too was used offensive. The Roman soldier pushed the shield into his opponent and tried to stab, only hitting the protected arm.
Suddenly, Macrusus used his sword to get past the scutum, hitting the hand of the Centurion and making him drop his shield. Cassius brought his Gladius to hit the arm of his opponent and forcing him to let go is his sword. During that time the Gladiator used the oppertunity to smash the roman helmet with his hand, wearing the Cestus. Another punch followed and Macrusus stepped backwards to avoid the gladius that swung upwards and with the agility and experience of a professional boxer he stepped in again and rammed against the helmet of the centurion again, who dropped backwards in a stand with clay pots, destroying the items and the stand in the proces. Macrusus yelled in victory as his opponent lay weakend on the ground. I have to beat him, Cassius thought, I am a Roman Centurion, i got this rank due to my fierce loyalty to Rome and my bravery in combat. I must not.. Cannot lose. He then took his pugio dagger and cut the strings that hold is armour together as the Gladiator roared and boasted to a croud that was not there. Macrusus, searching for a weapon to finish the job, saw his hasta on the ground and reached for it. At that moment, Cassius stood up, not wearing the heavy armour anymore but still wearing his helmed which he could not get off. 'For Rome!' He yelled as he jumped on the back of the gladiator and pushed the dagger in the neck of Macrusus. The big gladiator tried to grab his opponent and barely managed to get an hold of the tunica, but before he could do anyhing, the gladiator dropped to his knees and as the Centurion jumped off, macrusus fell facedown on the ground. Cassius retrieved the bloody dagger and as looked at the weapon, he knew that his father was finally avenged.
With the ending of this heated battle, the commentator kept talking about those two men and how the Centurion deserved his victory. He commented on how both warriors used a javelin, a spear and a sword and only the last weapon was different for each warrior with the Gladiator using the little know cestus to great succes and the Centurion ultimatly winning the fight with his pugio dagger.
'well you guys are just waiting to here about the next fight i guess. The fight of next week will be between the Samurai, who displayed a great skill with the bow. For those of you who forgot or just did not watch, he killed his opponent with one single arrow in the throat, ending the battle within five minutes. And his opponent the Templar knight, who succesfully slew the tough Spartan warrior in the second battle of the tournament. we do have another suprise for you guys. Where would you like the fight to be held? well you can choose. We have three suberb locations and you can all vote by textmessege or log on to our site and vote there. The locations are A the moon, B the Roman Colloseum or C the Sinai Desert. Vote now A,B or C for your favorite location and maybe your choise of battlefield will be used in the upcoming match.
The next week was busy on the internet. Not only were the last match and upcoming match discussed, people als discussed and voted on the stage of battle. Most of the discussions on the match of last week were about the fact that the Gladiator took way too long to gloat and should have finished his opponent of quickly and that a real gladiator would take that much time. Others brought in that he was an showfighter and always had to put op an show. They also pointed out this he did that in his first fight too and that is was very credible that he would have done it in real life. The discussion on upcoming match was hard as always when it was about sensible subjects. A lot of people yelled that the samurai was something like a demi god that could not feel pain, was superquick and unbeateble. As proof, they pointed out the fight between the samurai and Highlander and how the Highlander, was from the 13e century, just like the Templar Knight. The templar fans, whom were less, said that you should not underestimate a Knight and that the highlander did not come even close to the skill of the Templar. They also said that the Templar was better armoured and such a lucky shot was harder to pull off.
As the week continued, everybody was exited for the next fight, wanting to have the anser to one of the two most populair questions. Who would win in an fight, an Samurai or a Knight. The katana and bastardsword were discussed on many forums and also polls were set up all over the net, with mostly the Samurai winning those polls.
As the saturday came, the warriors were brought towards the chambers with their weapons and armour.
Both warriors chose the weapons that they liked to use, not knowing who this opponent was they were about to face. Kechachi, the samurai warrior had chosen his Yumi bow, the yami spear, his katana and two kozuka daggers. The Templar knight, named Ardo had chosen the bastardsword and shield, his flail, the pollax and an dagger. '
As the camera showed the arena, which turned out to be the Roman Colloseum, the commentator started explaining. We have had lots of responses for the poll we put out. It turned out that 17 procent of the voters wanted the moon as stage, 41 procent wanted to see the Sinai desert and finally 42 procent wanted to have the Roman Colloseum. But do not worry, you will see the Sinai soon.' The two warriors entered the arena and walked trough the sand towards the middle as thousends of fake people in ancient Roman clothing screamed and yelled towards the warriors. as the warriors ploughed trough the sand, the commentator gave a quick description about the armour and weapons that the warriors had chosen and the fights they had fought in the first round.
Ardo planted his pollax in the ground and released his flail. Now he had his flail and shield in his hands to do extra damage. On the other side stood Kechachi who also planted his spear in the sand and took an arrow from his quiver. He took his bow, ready to shoot the arrow as soon as the sign was given to end the fight just as fast as his last fight.
The sign came and the samurai warrior placed the arrow and loosend his bow. The arrow flew trough the sky and landed in the shield of Ardo. The tip of the arrow penetrated the shield just above the arm and the Templar dropped his shield as he swung his flail towards his Japanese opponent. Kechachi jumped away but could not avoid his yumi bow colliding with the flail and he had to watch as the two pointy balls broke the powerful bow. The English Templar swung his flail again, which was dogded by the samurai as the latter drew his katana. A third attack was guided away by the sword and Kechachi slashed the outstreched arm. The chainmail repelled the attack but now the Samurai was on the offence, he kept the initiative by performing slashes and stabs towards his opponent. The knight was pushed back and managed to either avoid the attack or use his flail to push the katana away. Now kechachi was in front of his spear, he stuck his sword in the sand and retrieved his polearm. Now the samurai was able to use swift attacks and reach to give Ardo ample time to block. Ardo threw his flail on the ground and now took his pollax. With the knights of east and west holding these long weapons, they both tried push the weapon of each other away and be the first to deliver the lethal stab, neither succeeded. Both men gave each other a glare and both nodded. they stacked their polearms in the ground as as kechachi took his katana, Ardo took his shield, pulled the arrow out and unsheaved his sword. both warriors neared each other again and start attacking. The Japanese attacked but the sword hit either the sword of the shield of the European. The bastardsword blocked the attack and the shield rammed the Samurai. Another attack from kechachi was blocked by the shield and Ardo pushed the katana away with his shield as he rammed the pommel of his sword into the face the Samurai. Kechachi feigned an attack which brought the Knightshield forward, Kechachi then kicked the shield away and attacked with sword with Ardo blocking the attack by the crossguard. As the Knight pushed his shield against the sword of his opponent, the Japanese flicked his sword down, went under the shield and attacked the greathelm from the other side. He then followed up with a kick to the chest that send the Templar flying. Ardo released his shield and pulled of his greathelm, releasing the blond hair that peeked out under the chainmail coif. The coif was fastened right under the nose, covering the mouth and chin. Ardo held his sword with both hands and neared his opponent again. The swords clashed and they fought with fury, each blow intended to destroy.
Suddenly, the swords clashed again and Ardo stepped towards his opponent to lock the hands of the Samurai with his left hand, a move that has been very succesful during the crusades. As he tried the move Kechachi pulled his hands away and kicked the sword out of the hand of the English user. He then held his katana above his head aiming a slash to the head of the Knight. As the slash came down, the Knight blocked the attack with his left hand by placing the forearm against the elbows of his opponent, he then grabbed the sword with his right hand and just as he was about to bring the sword down, the Samurai released the sword and kicked the medieval warrior in the stumach, sending him to a dive in the sand. Kechachi took an kozuka from his belt and threw it at his opponent seeing it deflect of the chainmail, Ardo grabbed his dagger in a grip with the blade itself beneath the fist of Ardo and he started with cuts andf thrusts coming from above. kechachi blocked several attacks and took his last kozuka knife.
They approached each other again and started trying to cut each other to pieces with neither warrior being able to do more damage then scratches. As they continued, they both tried an armlock on each other and holding each others knifearms. kechachi used his free hand to strike with open palm at the head and throat of his knightly opponent. The Knight retaliated by punching the Samurai two times in the face, breaking the nose of the Samurai. Kechachi kicked his opponent in the knee and both broke lose from the grip held by each other. They took a little distance and Kechachi threw his knife as an diversion. He quickly kneeled down to get his katana again and when he tried to stand up, he got pushed down again by the Knight who pushed the arms of his opponent to the ground and stabbed him in the left eye. Kechachi yelled out pushed the Templar with all the force he had left away. He then took the dagger out of his bloody eyesocket while Ardo was looking for a last weapon on the ground. kechachi kneeled again, grabbing his sword, considering a hara kiri real quick but voted against it because not all was lost and before he moved his sword to hip opponent, he turned his head to look and saw a metal ball filled with spikes flying at his face. The flail landed hard in the face of the Samurai en he hit the sand hard, face down. Another smash against the back of the head came seconds after, breaking the helmet and head. The last smash destroyed the back of the head of Kechachi. Ardo had won! With this thought, he collapsed.
'What an amazing fight this was.' The commentator yelled trough the airwaves. 'This was a showdown between east and west and i think this Knight has proven once and for all, that you do not mess with a Templar, otherwise you will lose your face!' The commentator went silent for a bit, narrowingly avoiding the hot topic about who was better, the east or the west. 'This epic battle send shivers down my spine and both warriors gave the fight everything they had. All the Samurai supporters can be glad with the fight that the Samurai has given. Too bad it was not enough...' A few last pictures of the intense battle was given and the final shot was that of the Templar, kneeling down with his sword in front of him, praying.
'I have a suprise for you guys.' The commentator spoke again. 'The great Fred Devons has decided that a wild card had been thrown among the losers of the first round. One of the losers get an attemped on redemption and gets a free pas to the second round to fight next week. If he wins, he ends up in the third round but if he loses, well... That would be the second time he gets killed. I can tell you who this wild card warrior is going to fight, He will face off against the Apache! Now tune in next week and miss not a thing of Last Warrior Standing.'
Before the show had been off air, Fred walked to the back of the studio. He then proceeded walking trough some bushes and over some rocks, The evening was bright, not a cloud in sight and the stars shone beautiful. Fred stopped for a minute, enjoying this all and the half moon that guided solar light was a sight to behold. These were the times that he missed his good friend Jasper. The german man had been his best friend and they had watched the nightly skies from this island, a lot of times. It was times like these, that he felt the ghost of his former friend in the area. Unshure if it was his imagination or that the ghost really did haunt him, it did not matter. Dead is dead. Fred had considered the first few weeks to get to the past and collect Jasper before he got murdered, but he knew that the idea was plain stupid and he had to be harsh. He was the boss, the leader, the chairman of the Devons Television Group. He knew his good friend had been gay. Jasper had never told him, Fred was even unshure if Jasper had known the fact himself, but Fred was shure and Fred did not care. Fred walked some further and saw a hole in the ground with two guards around him. 'Sir' one of the guards greeted him. Fred nodded faintly as he saw how the other guard poored gasoline in the hole. Without looking Fred knew what was in the hole... The body of the Samurai that had been killed an half an hour ago. The weapons and armour had been taken away and now, the dead broken body of an powerful warrior lay in a hole. It was a shame. The guard with the gasoline tank put it away, that was the sign for the other guard to take an flamethrower and spray flames in the hole. Fred walked away from this terrible sight, the smell had risen above the hole and Fred was in no mood to smell it. he wiped some tears from his eyes. Fred had to be cold as stone, he could not show any emotion. Slowly he forced himself back to his living chambers. He was going to get an shower and a glass of whiskey. Tomorrow would be a busy day at the shooting range. Fred was afraid he would never learn how to kill, no matter how cold he pretended to be.
The speculations on who the wild card was, was everywhere. it was the topic of the week and everyone who had watched the show had his own arguments for a special warrior. Most boards concluded that the warrior must be not very well protected, going with the show avoided armoured versus unarmoured matches. Therefore, the Spartan, the Immortal, the Paladin, the Highlander, the Celt, the Mongol and the Wu warrior were for most people out. That left six possible candidates. The least likely warrior was the Maori. Most people considered him the weakest of all warriors. The Zulu and Azande were both good competetors because they fought an draw and it would be fair if one of them got another shot. The Shaolin Monk was out also, if one would listen to the majority of the self called experts. It has been done and another fight would be an repeat of the first fight. Others pointed out that this would be an revenge match and an revenche match with an different outcome, would indeed be considered epic. The Comanche was also one of the warriors that would have an decent chance of a comeback. Native and Native duking it out to see who would win. Others said that these warriors were too similair and it would be boring to watch. lastly was the Jaguar. He had a lot of speed, good weapons and good armour. He too had an good chance to come back. The discussions about the wild card warrior took almost the discussions on the fight between the Knight and the Samurai away. Almost because there was indeed interest in this debate. Most Japan fans called it unfair and proof that the show was biased towards western warriors. They also concluded in their self appointed expertise that the Samurai Katana was known to slice trough swords and armour. An wooden shield would be no defence for this ultimate weapon. With the win of the Templar, more Knight fans showed up in discussions, pointing out that the wooden shields were made of plywood and very very hard to break. they also pointed out that the katana cannot slice trough everything and is just an normal weapon. For those who insisted that the show was biased towards western warriors, other people pointed out the ninja who did very well in his battles. The Templar Knight and Samurai fought hard and the Templar was the well deserved winner.
On the island, Fred, Mark and two important boardmembers named Maxim and Edward had an heated discussion on who would be the wild card. The Monk, Maori and all armoured warriors were like predicted quickly discarded, leaving four warriors to choose from. As the meeting progressed, the discussions heated up. 'I would like to see the Zulu back since he did survive and win the fight against his opponent. It was only after the camera's were shut down that he did so.' Fred said. Mark argued that, pointing out that the Zulu warrior attacked soldiers and another Zulu was way to much risk. The guards would also prefer not to see such a warrior again, as a memorial to those of them fallen at the hand of the African warrior. Maxim and Edward agreed and the Zulu was off. Edward was an man from the southern states of America and proposed an idea: 'What i would like to see, two natives duking it out, deciding who is the better of the two. They have the same weapons, bows spears, knives and clubs, so it would be fair.' 'They are too much alike' Maxim pointed out. 'It would be very boring to watch, besides even if we do this, we have do decide if the Comanche gets an horse or not. If he gets one, it would be too hard an disadvantage to overcome for the Apache, if he does not, people will complain that the Comanche needs one.' 'With that said, the last time we had two warriors of similair cultures fight, one of them turned against us. Its not an risk i would like to take.' Mark added. The final two warriors who could recieve the wild card were the Azande and the Aztec Jaguar. As the four men discussed these two warriors, they could not figur out who to choose. Fred and Edward agreed that you could not choose one of men who fought in an tie, as you would say that you think he would have beaten the other guy. They also credited that both the Apache and Aztec had great speed, that the Apache had the better weapons but the Aztec the better armour. Mark and Maxim had another opinion. They said that altough the Aztec is a nice warrior, he misses out on weapons and that the fight between him and the Ninja was just the same, with the better weapons winning the day. They said that the kpinga was an awesome weapon and that the barbed spear was a deadly weapon viewers would like to see again. 'It is also good for the ratings to have an black man back again' Maxim added. As the four men decided to vote, they saw that nobody had been convinced by the other and it was two against two, After another hour of talking and argueing, Edward asked if the two warriors could not fight each other behind closed doors. The winner would face of against the Apache. 'No, not enough time' Fred explained. It was Mark who came with the solution. lets pick one at random by writing their names on pieces of paper. Each warrior gets four pieces. We hustle and Fred pulls one paper out of the bowl. The one who is picked is the one recieving the wild card. The others agreed and soon, eight pieces of paper were in the bowl. Fred moved his hand through the bowl a few times before taking an paper. he opened it and showed its content to the others. 'Will you send your soldiers to take care of it?' Fred asked Mark, towards the number two answered with an yes and left the room.
As the week was over again and couch warriors all over the world sat down in front of the tv with chips snacks and drinks. They were going to watch an nice battle and the next day at work or at school, telling everyone who would like to hear, or would not like to hear how they would have done better and had made better choises, even winning if the favorite character lost.
When it was time again, the face of the young commentator showed up again, telling everyone about the great battle to come. 'This time, i will only tell something about the warrior, whom you know, will be in the fight. The Apache warrior.' He said. The commentator then explained the history of the native American and his last fight, which was the first fight to air alltogether.
As the tv showed an desert, the commentator spoke. 'I told you that you would see the Sinai dessert soon again. This will be the battleground of the second to last fight of round two.' As he kept on talking, the camera stayed on the arena, waiting for the two warriors to show up.
With the look of an expert, Searching eye went past the weapons on the table. In his first fight, he had succesfully used the bow and arrow, spear and three knifes. he could go on to the same weapons again but that was no fun at all. After considering, he took his quiver and bow, next came the knives. He had chosen to take two this time, placing one in his boot and the other on his belt. Then, after a silence, the Apache warrior took two tomahawks. he eyes the guard, who understood that the Native American warrior was ready for battle and the door to the battlefield got opened. When Searching Eye entered the arena, he stepped in the sand and saw an barren wasteland of sand. It was almost like the desert he had seen when he was home, with his friends and family. He was suprised. The last time, he had been trough this door, he had stepped into a forest, well he could not have expected anything less weird, considering all the weird thinks he had seen in the short time he was imprisoned. He also did not expect fighting an baldheaded man in robe again, those soldiers probably had some other sort of warrior for him. As he walked straight on, the sun high in the sky, making him sweat already, the Native saw some salamanders and even an snake slither away in the dry sand. Finally Searching Eye spotted an man in front of him. The man he saw was black, broad, bare chested and had an deadly array of weapons with him. The native was happy that he spotted his opponent early on, they did not call him Searching Eye for nothing. As the black man walked straight on, the native cocked an arrow on his bow and shot it. As he saw how the arrow landed next to the warrior, he quickly placed another arrow on his bow.
I cannot believe that this is happening to me, Anueh thought. He was walking trough some sort of strange desert with nobody in sight. The only living being he had seen since he went trough a door was some lizard. It had all started a few days ago, well to be fair, a day early. That day he had pushed an elderly man aside in the tribe. Anueh was in a hurry and had not paid any attention. The elder man had started yelling and cursed the young Azande that something bad would happen. Anueh had not paid any attention to the matter, not believing in this, but the very next day, when he had left the tribe for some training with his kpinga and makraka. When he was in a distance of ten minutes walken away, he heard a noise and as the young man ran in the direction of the noise, he came across two men with strange clothing. One of the men was black, like himself while the other man was white. Anueh threw his only kpinga to defend himself but saw that his weapon missed as the two closed in on him. He was able to hurt the white man in the leg with his makraka before everything went black for his eyes. When he woke up, he found himself in a strange place with a big door. After a while, three man came to him. Two white men and the black man that captured him. One of the white man started talking in in a language Anueh could understand. The man explained that there was an sort of tiny device in the ear of Anueh that translates everything that has been said. The man also had said that Anueh was to prepare himself because, in a few short days, he had to fight to the death. When the Azande complained that he did not have any weapons, the men smiled and the one that had been talking had said that Anueh would recieve the weapons he needed just before the fight.
Today, some men had taken the black warrior away and had brought him to a room with a table. On the table lay an array of Azande weapons and one of them had explained that he could use any of these weapons as he wished for the fight, but that he had to take them before he went to the battle. It was also clearly said that, if Anueh was to attack one of the guards, he would be killed painfully and would never see his tribe again. Anueh had chosen for one kpinga, an makraka and a makrigga. When he had taken the weapons, he was pushed trough a door and ended up in this desert. Suddenly soemthing flew towards him and landed next to him. On close inspection, the young warrior noticed that it was an arrow, as he looked around him, he saw another man standing opposite him with an bow. That must be my opponent Anueh thought. He threw his kpinga at his opponent, who was putting a new arrow on his bow and saw how the warrior dropped the bow and jumped over the kpinga as it flew trough the air. The mand had fallen in the sand and was now rolling down off a dune. Anueh, who was also on a dune, took his makrigga and yelled 'Niam Niam!' as he ran downwards.
Searching eye was now at the bottom of the dune. he had rolled down from it after he had jumped away from the weapon that had soared towards him. his bow was still up. Now the black man who was responsible for throwing the device, was running towards him with some sort of spear. The Apache took one tomahawk from his belt and the other from the sand. It had fallen while he was rolling steepdown.
Now both men stood close to each other, the Azande started jabbing while the Apache deflected with his tomahawks. One especially hard thrust was pushed aside but as Anueh pulled his weapon back, he managed to scratch the side of Searching Eye, leaving and slash filled with blood. From that point on, the native warrior made shure that he stepped away as he blocked the attacks. This kept on, when suddenly Searching Eye pushed the barbed spear aside with one weapon and hit the shoulder of his opponent with another. The black man led out a cry of pain, showing the viled teeth that the native had only seen before by carnivores animals. The Azande headbutted the native, which forced Searching Eye to step backwards a few times, not faltering his defence now. He stepped back another few times to get out of range and suddenly threw a tomahawk and after a few seconds the other.
Anueh had been able to dogde the first weapon that flew towards him but could not avoid the second that made him fall on the ground and lose his makrigga. His opponent drew an knife and, knowing that he lacked the time to pick it up again, he pulled his last weapon, the makraka. The men stepped towards each other, both in a a fighting stance with the upperbody closer to the enemy then the lower body. The right hand with the weapon, holding it dangerous while the other hand was near the chest. Both men circkeled around each other in the heat and the sweat on both man poored down like rain. Suddenly, they attacked each other and tried to slash and stab the other without much succes. Anueh managed to get around his opponent and slashed the upperarm of the native American who showed that it had hurt. Now the weapons were clashing at each other again and the Azande managed to use the half moon shape of his weapon to try to force the knife out of the hand of his opponent. As he was busy with that, Searching Eye pulled his second knife and stabbed the right hand of his opponent in one move. Searching Eye was also a wonder with the knife after all. Anueh dropped his weapon in pain and tried to headbutt his opponent again, who foresaw the attack this time and placed his knee against the chest of the tribal warrior. The knee hit the solar plexus and stunned the Azande for a second. in that second, Searching Eye yelled 'AAAARRRR!' as he stabbed the chest and throat of his opponent repeatedly with blood flying everywhere. Searching Eye stopped and the dead body of Anueh fell down in the sand, the blood coloured the sand around him red. This warrior was not going to see his tribe anymore.
Seaching eye licked the blood off the knife and walked back, the way he came from. He did not pick the bow up as he passed it.
'And so another fight ends in this bloody second round. The Azande had gotten another chance to redeem himself after the draw against the Zulu but he failed to use it and died again.' commented the young man. 'The Apache did what he is best in, killing. Especially with the knife.' he commented. 'I hoped you guys liked this short but verocious battle between two tribal warriors.I suggest you guys tune in next week for a special. First we have the last fight of the round, Saracan on horse, versus Raiput. After that, we will show some interviews with experts on the warriors. We have asked those men and woman how it is possible that such warriors are so strong and great. We will also discuss all the fights of the second round shortly and recall who are going to fight in round three, the second to last round. So Stay tuned next week and we will get closer to find out who is the Last Warrior Standing. Good morning, afternoon, evening and night for all of you around our globe.' With these words, the shows ended.
The next week was an silent one on the island. The crewmembers and guards who were off duty were enjoying an whole sunny week. Fred had been busy with the usual tv station work and did not allow himself much spare time. When he had time off, he was either at the shooting range or talking to the female scientist Atthe, the head of the science department. Fred liked her very much and when he was with her, he could forgot all the feelings of guild he had.
Somewhere else, at a secret location, several man and woman from different nationalities were standing together, discussing an important matter. ' He needs to get stopped, no matter the cost. It is just plain wrong.' A blond woman in military garb said. 'You are right Sonya, but lets start thinking with our heads.' A man spoke. MI5 has an infiltrant on the island who is now working on getting proof against him. This infiltrant will send all information he can find to the Cia, MI5 and Interpol. As soon as enough evidence is gathered, we activate the plan.' 'What is the name of this spy?' Sonya asked. It was an British man who answered the question.'He is one of our agents and his name is Brian. More information is classefied, i am afraid.' The Brit said while removing his glasses in order to clean them. An old man with an cane came in. 'Very good, but remember, they say he has an private army on that island, a cornered rat....' He spoke. The answer came from an Russian soldier. 'I do not care how much men he has. We here are the elite of the elite. I for one know that my Spetznaz will crush any criminal who is working with this man on the island. We are in the superiority of men, power and strength. That insect will not know what will hit him' Some of the people in the room complimented this Russian man and said: well spoken or something similair. 'Let us meet next week, and remember, stay prepared.' The old man spoke.
Both the Raiput and the Saracan, each warrior with two guards, walked towards the chambers where they would get their weapons. For Ahli, the Turk who had served with the great Salah ad-din, he had chosen his weapons quickly. he had used all this time in the cell to think of the weapons he could use next time, even forming some sort of battleplan. He quickly dressed for battle, bound his shield to his side, opposed to his horse, what he had done in an earlier battle. He then took his sabre, his composite bow and an quiver with fifty arrows, his spear and finally the turkish axe. Those were the same weapons as before, and the Turkish warrior felt good about them. When he entered the door, he saw the big black horse that had been there with his last match up. 'Hey boy, how are you' he spoke softly as he jumped up the saddle and rode towards the duel.
Amur had put on his chainmail armour also, but with him, it took somewhat longer to find the right weapons. he had already put some chakrams around his arm he could use in battle. Furthermore, he had his khanda with him. He looked at the Aara as he passed the weapon, but thought how hard it would be to use this weapon in a duel. He never had masterd the weapon, his little sister had, and she was quitte dangerous with it, It was then that he saw the weapon of his own expertise, the katar. He strapped an katar on his belt, so it would be easy for him to grab it. This dagger was dangerous in skilled hands and his hands were skilled.
As The raiput walked trough the door, he he stepped on hard rock. It was some sort of island of hard rock, with water surrounding the island and body's of dead men inpaled by poles at the edges, The island was big enough to fight with an whole army but he could see the other end clearly. This would be an hard battle, he figured.
As the two men came in eyesight of each other, they started the battle in their own unique way. The Raiput started with throwing chakrams while the Saracen warrior steered his horse towards his opponent and shot arrows. Both men kept active and were never in the same spot for longer then a second. This made it hard for them men to hit each warrior to hit the opponent. This continued a while untill Amur noticed that he had only two discs left. Instantly, he stopped his attack, now only dogdging, wanting to keep these two chakrams for later. Evenually, The indian Raiput got hit in the leg by an arrow. As he pulled it out, he saw that the great black stallion was heading for him. His rider holding an spear. Amur reacted instantly. He threw his last two chakrams towards the head of his opponent who came near. Ahli protected his face with his left arm as the discs soared towards him and glanced off the chainmail on his arm. His spear was now out of balance and the Raiput warrior used that to his advantage to grab the spear and use it to pull the Ahli from his horse. The Turk fell from his horse, forced by his own weapon. The horse continued walking, while Ahli stood up and took his round shield. His opponent had already drawn a sword and was now on the offence. Amur used his Khandar to attack the shield of his opponent and managed to hit him faking an attack from the left and at the last moment pull back to strike his opponent in the right side. The slash was harmless to the body, but the power of the slash weakened the chainmail, Now Ahli had drawn his sabre, both men were fighting again. The sound of blade against blade and blade against shield was carried all over the battlefield and the two men already got stiff limps. Several times, the Turkisch warrior had been able to use the sword and shield combination to his advantage and hit his opponent with the sabre. The attacks had not much effect on the chainmail and the greatest damage done was a slash across the nose of the indian warrior. Both men kept on fighting and as they worked, Amur saw a chanche. he brought his left hand to his belt and equipped the katar. He then kept on fighting. Suddenly, he used the three daggers on the katar to pull the shield of the opponent aside, his sword touching the sabre of his opponent, he pulled the blade a little, made some crab movements to the right side and succeeded in scoring another hit with his khanda against the mail armour. The riveted chainmail kept, but both warriors knew it was weakend. The battle went on,without any warrior taking visual damage. The sabre got trapped in the katar and Amur used this opening to twist the blade and force it out of the hand of the user. Ahli had to watch as his sword fell on the ground and he had only his shield to defend himself. Ahli was now holding the shield with both hands, deflecting attacks from both the sword as the daggers. As he was being pushed backwards, the Turkish warrior saw that his horse had come back. The last weapon he had on his horse, the Turkish axe, was still there, just as his bow. He allowed himself to be pushed backwards but could not forsee an feigning attack from his oppoent who pulled his blade back at the last second, turned 360 degrees and attacked yet again the same spot at the right side of the Saracen. The chainmail was now visibly damaged by the three hits and he felt an burning pain on the spot. Amur was happy the trick worked. He would never try such an attack against an opponent with an weapon, since he was wide open as he spinned around but against an opponent with a shield, he had dared it and it had payed off.
Ahli took an arrow from the quiver that he was still wearing and kept it in his left hand. As the Raiput attacked again with the Khanda, Ahli used his shield to push the weapon aside, while he stepped in the opposite direction and used to arrow that he was still holding to penetrate the back of the swordhand of his opponent. Amur dropped his sword as he felt how an arrow hit the back of his right hand. The attack was not dangerous since there was not much power behind the stab but he needed to let go of his sword and the next thing he knew, the Arabian man used the shoulder to push him back. Ahli used that time to collect his axe and bow and as his opponent attacked again, he pushed the katar aside with his axe. He then continued the attack and managed to slash the face of his opponent who fell to the ground. Thinking it was over, Ahli took his bow to shoot one last arrow at his opponent. He was very suprised when the Raiput stood up. Amir had an dirty wound across the face which would probably never heal well, but at least he was still standing. Ahli started shooting arrows at his opponent who already came near. The bow was not fully drawn backwards and therefore the arrows had little power behind them. Arrows that would normally penetrate chainmail from such a distance, now bounced off or got stuck in the armour. In the end, Amur had an arrow in his arm and two arrows in his stumach. None of them deep enough to kill or maim. As the Raiput was now very close by, Ahli took his axe again but could not stop an jab by the katar. An attack that would be stopped by the chainmail in an ideal situation, now went through due to the fact that it was the exact same spot that had been hit by the khanda. Both men had shown incredible skill and power in this fight and as the katart punched trough the chainmail. Ahli used the downside of this weapon to tackle his opponent. Amur felt the lower end of the axe hitting the inside of his knee and dropped to the ground. The katar teared out of the flesh and at that moment, Ahli started to attack the face of his opponent. One hack cleaved trought he face and another did as much damage. Ahli then almost lost fell down from the loss of blood but managed to stay as he used his axe as some sort of improvised cane. He was now shure his opponent was dead as the the wounds over the warrior were everywhere. The shocked expression on the face, which was barely visible because of the wounds and all the blood, showed an warrior who had not understood what had happend the last few seconds.
'What an amazing battle.' The commentator spoke. 'This was the longest fight thus far and a great ending of the second round. Now is the last warrior known who proceeds to the third round. Alotugh the fight was cool, we are now a bit short in time. That is why we at Last Warrior Standing have decided to show the fights of the last round and the interviews with the experts at the same time. You will see the fights and hear the experts talk. stay tuned. it will be awesome.' he said, seconds before the commercial break.
After the break, the show continued. First the commentator repeated the warriors that had fallen in the second round. The Macedonian compagny calvery soldier, the hunnic warrior, the gladiator, the samurai, the azande and finally the Raiput. 'Those were all brave and strong warriors that managed that had an victory in the first round but failed to win in the second round.' was the last comment the commentator made about them.
Then it was the turn of the winning warriors. First off was the Viking. As the tv showed clips of the fight between the Viking and the Mecedonian. The voice of an Viking reenacter was heard, with sometimes the clips switching to his face. 'I am not suprised that the Viking had won those two battles, considering that they were constat waging war and were always prepared to fight till the deaths. Dying in battle was considered an great honour.' was one of the things he said. The Viking piece ended with the Viking cutting the throat of his opponent. For the Ninja, Centurion, Templar Knight, Saracen and Apache were also clips and experts telling this his or her warrior was in constant war and therefore incredible strong. With the Apache finishing with this knife stab combination, all six of the warriors had been discussed.
With that the show ended. Round three would be aired next week and already, Fred Devons was in his office looking at matches and his number two Mark was with him, listening. When he was done, he repeated them one last time. 'Centurion versus Viking, Apache versus Ninja and Knight versus Saracen. Yes, that is an great sight to behold.' he spoke to his number two, who was now turning from captain of the guard to the new Jasper. 'Sounds great,' Mark commented. 'But then you have three warriors left. How do you plan to do the finale?' Mark asked, still not very good in te showworld. 'Well' Fred began. 'A threeway fight. Three warriors, one battleground. All three in and only one out' Fred spoke with a visible smile. 'Great' Mark spoke with a smile.
It was an Thursday evening that planes and boates made it to the island. The night gave an cover and the soldiers noticed the intruders when it was too late. Several elite groups from all around the world had joined together to capture Fred Devons. They had finally found enough evidence that he was forcing humans to fight to the death and filming that. The groups had planned the attack carefully the last few weeks and now their spy had enough evidence, they would bring Fred Devons down. The secret agent who had acted as spy had recieved the orders of capturing Fred and his number two as soon as possible, With the special forces groups were the Dutch Marines, the Sas, the Navy seals, the Israeli commando's, the Spetznaz and the GSG-9. The fighting started on the beach and continued towards the building.
In de building, everyone was in chaos. Crew and scientiest were looking for cover while guards tried to find good defensive position, waiting for the enemies to come to them.
The only two people who did not know anything was going on were Atthe and Fred himself. They had finally found each other earlier and lay now both naked on the ground of the Fred's office.
Suddenly the door bursted open and a man appeared in the doorway. It was the young commentator, who had always described the battle and entertained the people at home who had watched the show. He had an Sig sauer in his hand. as the female scientist screamed, Fred stook up and reached for his own gun. 'What the hell are you doing here waving that gun' he yelled. 'The name is Brian Rock, MI5 agent. You are under arrest for manslaughter. 'the young man answered with a strict voice. Fred got pale. He got even paler when he heard that international soldiers were taking the island at this very moment. Fred shaked as he aimed his gun at his opponent. it was an simple Glock handgun. He knew he needed to shoot this man, otherwise he would go to prison. As the young man kept repeating that Fred was arrested and needed to drop the gun, Fred shaked even more. He panicked now, unable to either shoot or drop his weapon. Suddenly a pang was heard and the Brian Rock fell to the ground. A bullit had penetrated the back of his head. 'Come with me. We need to leave or we will see the inside of a prison for a long time.' Mark spoke as he appeard. His gun, a makarov was now pointing towards the hallway. Fred and Atthe quickly dressed and soon after, the three started moving.
In the cells, the imprisoned warriors saw how almost all the guards had left the place, leaving only one soldier to guard the six warriors. Suddenly, Furfolk the Viking warrior, started screaming in pain. As the guard checked him trough the peekhole, he saw the man on the ground, screaming that he needed an doctor. The guard panicked and phoned someone else, who came a second later. They discussed what to do when suddenly an yell came from the cell cointaining the Ninja. The two guards called on backup, only hearing that they had to deal with the problem themselfs. 'What to do?' One asked. 'eehhmmm we both check one of the two warriors.' the other said, not knowing what to do else.
as one of the two entered the cell of the Viking, the other opened the door of the Ninja cell. The first guard pulled the Viking up and let him rest on his shouders. It was then that Furfolk acted. He suddenly stood up and rammed his fist in the face of the guard. He then slammed the guard against the wall and finished it off by choking the guard and drop the lifeless body on the ground. In that time, the guard had only once been able to cry for help. The other guard who was walking towards the Ninja, heard the yell of his companion and raised his shotgun, alert on a trap. 'Stand up!' He yelled. Shuzin lay on the ground and saw that his initial plan failed. He then took the two shuriken that he had managed to sneak out and conceal after his last fight and threw them at the guard. The soldier protected his face and never saw the Ninja jump up. He only felt an pain in his stumach as Shuzin kicked him and then kicked the face with a high knee kick. The guard fell to the ground and as he tried to stand up, Shuzin moved behind him and swiftly broke his neck.
Shuzin and Furfolk opened the door of the other prison cells and released the four warriors. Now all of them were free, they stood motionless, not really shure what to do next.
It was Cassius who took the initiative. As the only one of the warriors with a rang, he took command. 'First we need our armour and weapons.' He spoke. The others agreed and none of them argued his autority. They used the keys to open several doors, one of which was the door to freedom. There was one door of which there was no key. The broad warriors al tried to break the door open with their shoulders. After pushing for some time, the door finally gave way and broke open. Inside the door were all the armour and weapons of each warrior that had fought in the tournement. The Knight, Centurion, Viking and the Saracen all put on their armour. Then the warriors chose the weapons to carry with them. Searching Eye chose two knives, his bow and arrows and an Tomahawk. Ardo took his sword, shield, dagger and flail. Ahli took his shield and sabre to take with him. After doubting he also grabbed the Turkish axe. Furfolk took his shield, sword and battleaxe with him. Shuzin took his shuriken, blowgun, ninjato kusarigama and finally black eggs with him. Cassius had his shield, gladius, pugio and spear with him.
They were ready to escape.
Cassius suggested that the six warriors would all try to escape in pairs of two. That way, the warriors could help each other without the chance that everybody got killed. Ardo teamed up with Furfolk. Ahli and Shuzin would going to work tegether and finally Cassius and Searching Eye would move together.
The three small groups left the jail part of the building, searching for a way out.
Fred, Mark and Atthe ran through the long hallway, ignoring every door they passed. They hurried quickly towards the garage that was holding the helicoptre. In a third hallway, the three people bumped into Logan and Jeff, one was holding an uzi while the other had an ak47. 'Whats the status?' Mark asked his two soldiers. 'The garage is in hands of the invaders, just as the sickbay.' Logan said without emotion. Mark nodded as Fred looked terrified. 'We need... another...way...to...flee.' Fred spoke. As the five people thought of a way to get away of the island, a door got kicked open. Three men in military outfit with the American flag on their uniforms started shooting at the group. The five people ducked away and Mark, Logan and Jeff started firing back. After a small firefight, two of the three soldiers got hit in the head while the last recieved an bullet in the throat.
As the small group joined together, Mark put his handgun in his pocked and collected an M60 machine gun from one of the dead American soldiers. Suddenly Atthe spoke. 'We can hide in history. We just take one of the historyboomers and go into the past. Nobody will catch us there.' As Atthe had spoken, the men smiled at the idea and agreed. Moving towards the three timetraveling machines was their new goal.
Cassius and Searching Eye went trough several rooms and doors without meeting any opposition. The two warriors got along good now and had quick conversations. The Roman soldier found it refressing to hear the ideas of the Native who was used to sneaking around and had managed to pinpoint several places they should avoid. Searching Eye felt that the Centurion was ideal to kick down doors and avoid problems. Suddenly, they entered a room with four guards. 'Retreat!' Cassius yelled as he backed away trough the door they came in. He had seen the weapons and knew that to flee was the best way to survive. Searching Eye was not concious about the thing the Roman yelled. He could only think of pain. These men were responsible for hurting him and now he would have his revenge. He threw his tomahawk quickly which stunned the first of the four men and threw a knife seconds later that landed in the chest of the man. The guard dropped down on the ground as blood came out of his chest. The Native threw a second knife towards a dark skinned man, holding some sort of small gun. The knife went into his mouth and as he fell down, he died. Now Searching Eye took his bow and an arrow but before he could shoot it, he yelled and saw an hole in his chest. He then dropped down, never to breath again. The man who was most back had shot the Native with a shotgun before he could fire his arrow.
Cassius was still running from the room, afraid that the men would come after him. As he turned and went trough a small hallway, he saw something white against the wall. Before he could inspect it, it blew him away. The armour of the Centurion was not enough to stop the power of the C4 that had just went off. His shield was blown to pieces and his armour had several holes. His limps had been ripped away by the force and the bloody mess was all around the hallway. Two men came to inspect the damage. 'Holy shit' one of them said in Russian. 'I thought we blew up some guard, but who the hell is this.' 'I have no idea whatsoever' His friend replied, looking at the mess and the strange armour of the man who was in several pieces on the ground.
Ahli and Shuzin walked around aimlessly. Both man had no idea where they were and neither tried to work together. They had not talked much before joining up and were now walking silently through the maze of doors and hallways. Suddenly a crossfire opened and two soldiers stumbled towards them. The first one was white while the other was Arabian, just like Ahli. The two soldiers that had come trough the door were in fact Thomas and Ahmed. The four people seemed to recocgnise each other and the two modern warriors stood there, suprised to see the captive men roam freely in this warzone. These seconds of oblivion were fatal since the Muslim warrior used his Turkish Axe to attack Ahmed with a swing, slicing the throat quickly and the Ninja used his shuriken to destract Thomas and then cutting him in the neck. Two other men with red, black and Yellow colours on their sleeves came trough the door and started shooting. Ahli left his axe on the ground near the dead body and ran towards an other room. When he arrived, he saw nobody behind him and closed the door. As he looked around, he noticed that Shuzin was missing.
While Furfolk decapitated an soldier with his batteaxe, Ardo smashed the head of another soldier with his flail. The two warriors were a perfect combination and worked together great. They had ambushed some soldiers and attacked from behind. Altough this was not very knightly, it was highly effective. The opponents fell with ease and the Templar and Viking warriors were confident that they would find the way out of here. Suddenly there was een explosion and the two men hurried the other way. They had learned by now that explosions were very dangerous. Suddenly, a group of six soldiers in brown outfits appeared before them. Ardo threw his flail at his opponents but saw it fly against an wall. The two warriors hurried away, splitting up in the proces. Ardo made it towards a pair of double doors and went up a staircase, running to find a room with several doors. he saw that this was one of the bathrooms. He locked himself in and waited for the sound of footsteps to fade away.
Furfolk was now out of air and as soon as he saw one of the soldiers appear, he stabbed him with his longsword in the face. The Israeli soldier yelled out from pain as Furfolk kicked him away. When another solder went around the corner with his shotgun drawn, Furfolk pushed the gun away with his longsword and and slashed at the hands of the man. The Viking rammed the backside of his axe in the face of the man and stabbed him in the guts. Two more Israeli soldiers had seen the damage done by the Viking and took no chances. As Furfolk waited, a small ball-like thingy rolled towards him. He realised that this must be bad and as he started running, the grenade exploded. Furfolk hit the wall and rolled over the ground. Barely alive, his chainmail, helmet and gambeson had protected him against the blast but were ruined now. He could not move his limps anymore and had to see as the last two soldiers walked towards him. One of them had an glock. He aimed the handgun at the temple of the Viking and shot. Furfolk, who had survived countless battles, had died.
Ahli walked around, looking for a way to escape. He opened a door and saw another warrior walking up the stair. This other warrior proved to be Ardo, the Templar Knight. Both warriors looked at each other. They were from the same timeperiod and regulary fought against groups of each others warrior class. They should work together, but there was no way, these two hated enemies would work together any day. 'We will decide this here.' Ardo spoke as he took his bastardsword and shield out. 'Fine by me' was the answer of Ahli as the grabbed his own saber and shield. The two men stood for a second without moving and then attacked each other. The blows landed on the sword of the opponent or the shield of the opponent and every was could be an kill if the opponent got hit. A few slashes hit the chainmail armour of both warriors but were deflected off. These two were more of a match for each other and got tired soon. Around them, they heard gunshots, yelling and explosions but the Templar and Saracen warriors were deaf to any sound whatsoever. The two combatants fought with effort and still had not hurt each other in any way. Ardo managed to push his opponent towards the stairs and using his shield, pushing the Arabian warrior over the egde. Ahli managed to grab his opponent before falling, making them both tumble down a set of stairs. When they both lay down, weapons and shields, still on the stairs, they started wresteling each other. In the end, Ahli came down on top and started choking the Templar. The warrior with the moustache laughed as the Templar tried to take some breath. Unable to move the hands of his opponent away from his throat, he reached to his belt and pulled the dagger. Suddenly, the dagger flew into the eye of Ahli, who yelled in pain and released the throat of his opponent.
Ardo was now able to turn the tide and roll around to make him come on top. The Saracen warrior had lost much of his strength and was unable to defend against the the dagger that penetrated the throat. Ardo stood up, leaving the dagger in the throat of his opponent. He had killed his adversary and he was happy about it. He collected his bastardsword and shield and walked trough a door. Tired, he saw some men and woman staring at him. They had their guns pointed towards him. 'Drop the weapons and on the ground.' A woman with an English accent yelled . Ardo was tired from his last fight and saw that opposition was useless dropped the weapons and lay on the ground. 'You are arrested by the Sas' A man spoke to him as he felt his hands got tied. Ardo did not know what sas was but at least, he was still alive.
In the other end of the building, Fred, Mark, Atthe, logan and Jeff were in a firefight with invaders. Suddenly Tim arrived with his micro galil and aided them to reach the timevehicles. When they arrived there, Logan and Jeff prepared one of the three vehicles to flee into time, while Tim placed Semtex and a timer on the other two. Suddenly, there was shooting from the other end and Mark used his M60 to drive the attackers away. Fred and Atthe took place in the back of the machine and Tim yelled. 'Charges set!' Directly after saying this, he got shot in the forehead by a Russian sniper. 'Leave' Mark yelled as Logan collected the micro galil. He also collected the makarov from Mark. Mark kept the attackers away long enough for the other four to shoot back in time. Seconds after, a Dutch Marine managed to kill Mark, using an ArmaLite. The dead body hit the ground and as the Marine came closer, he got thrown back by the explosion that destroyed the last two timevehicles.
The historyboomer landed safely on a deserted island. The four people inside were unharmed and now stepped out to breath some fresh air. The island was very small but close to the island they had spotted an much larger island.
'We need a comeback' Fred murmled to himself as he saw a cliff on the other island. 'I need something to get me back on the map again. he thought. Suddenly it hit him. 'Guys!' he spoke. "I have an idea'
Somewhere in the future, a lone man, dressed in black watched a newsreport on a tv in the window of a televisionstore.
The ancherman spoke of the raid on the private island of Fred Devons, saying that Fred had been active as criminal and has done several highly illigal things. That is why the DTG, short for Devons Television Group has been shut down and all progammes associated with it, cancelled. Most of the boardmembers were arrested and Fred Devons had evaded capture. He was now on the run and wanted by the gouverment.
Shuzin thought about his escape. He had decided that fleeying on his own would be the best thing to do and he had not regretted it. He used the chaos to hide in something called a plane. It had left and landed a few hours later. Shuzin used that time to escape from the facility where the plane had landed and now was on the streets, wondering what to do now. Shuzin turned away from the tv and saw six guys in their mid-twenty's standing behind him. They all had tattoo's and wore green clothing. Two of them were wielding knifes, one had an baseball bat, one an iron bar, one a chain and the last guy was holding no weapons. The one without weapons started to speak with a New York accent. 'What are you stupid, wearing that ninja suit. You ugly Chinese. You think you are strong wearing that Ninja suit, you think you can mess with us?' Shuzin said nothing as the men came closer. 'You know what. I have a black belt karate and i will kick your Chinese ass.' the one spoke again. Shuzin told the man politely that he was Japanese and not Chinese. As a result the man tried to hit him in the face. Shuzin easily stepped away and hit the gangmember with open palm in the temple, knocking him out. One of the gus with the knifes came at him but was kicked backwards. The one holding a baseballbat tried to smash his skull open but the skilled Ninja stepped forward, grabbed the hands and twisted them to the side, forcing the man to flip onto the ground where he recieved an kick in the face. The one with the knife that had been kicked tried to stab but recieved an jumpkick that broke his wrist and made him lose his weapon. He then got a roundhousekick to the temple, knocking him out. The other gangmember with a knife tried to stab but Shuzin stepped aside and gave several punched in the face, throat and chest of the assailent. Now only the one holding the iron bar and the one holding the chain were left. The guy holding the chain swung his weapon but saw his weapon miss. The Japanese warrior considered taking out his kasurigama to show how to use such a weapon but thought the better of it and simply threw an black egg in the face of his opponent who screamed as a little child and let the Ninja take his chain. The gangmember holding the bar tried to hit the Ninja but saw how Shuzin used the chain to deflect the blow and strangled the warrior with it. The last, now blind guy tried to hit Shuzin with his fist, hitting only air. Shuzin took the iron bar and slammed it on the head of the last gangmember. These idiots were not worthy, he thought. Shuzin had battled and met real warriors who were worthy to be called warrior, but not these. Any of the real warriors would slay them in such a way as he had just taken them out. Suddenly the leader stood up again and took the baseballbat from the ground. He started running towards the Ninja who spun around and kicked him into the window of the tvstore. Not caring to see if his opponent had died, Shuzin walked away. He was finally free.
