The entire week was a big chaos. Not only was there the issue of the small nation of Devonsland, Fred also had to deal with a lot of upset fans who demanded a redo of the last match.
'I will not redo a match.' Fred said deviantly. 'Not only is our Zulu warrior dead, if we gave him a rematch, every single fanboy will demand a rematch for his warrior.' The man complained. 'Well we have very angry fans to deal with.' Atthe spoke. 'Our next match just has to be perfect.' Fred spoke. He hoped that a good match would turn public opinion around.
As the week continued, Fred had little time to think about the last match and this next. Not only was there a lot to arrange for Devonsland. The tv station also become more real with every day and the daily struggles of having a big compagny with more then fifty employees.
Before Fred knew it, saturday came again and this meant a new match.
'Do you have chosen any of the suggestions for the battlefield?' Atthe suddenly asked as he was looking through some papers. 'No' Came the short answer. 'We have had some very creative ideas but most have to be installed in the arena computer and that costs time' His wife continued.
Fred was not in the mood to talk battlefield. He really did not care about that at the moment. Not while there were more important things to deal with.
'Honey. I trust you. Just pick one that is easy to do and will make the fans happy.' Fred devons asked as he rubbed his eyes.
Atthe nodded silently and walked away. She knew he was busy but she was too. This was important to keep the fans happy and if he did not realise that... as the woman looked at the suggestions, she saw something she hoped would show Fred how important location was.
'Welcome.' Seth greeted the fans. 'Another day, another match.' The host laughed. He had been instructed not to mention the previous fight in any way and would honor that, how much the young man wanted to talk about it.
'Today we have the battle of the bloodthirsty Celt versus the deadly Egyptian.' The host announced. 'In the second last fight, who will continue in this tournament and who will die a horrible death.' Seth continued. 'It seems that so far the Celt is favored by you guys as he got 70 procent of the votes around the world while the Egyptian only got 30 procent of the votes.' Seth looked into the camera. 'Will you guys be right or will the Egytian score the victory. There is only one way to find out and that is to get to know both warriors.' As this point, clips of both the British Celt and the Egyptian soldier started airing.
'Now both warriors have been shown, there is only one thing to do for me before we start the battle.' The host spoke as he appeared again. 'The battlefield of this fight is something neither warrior has ever encountered before. It is something that most of the people at home will know right away but might appear scary and dangerous for those not knowing what it is. It is a suggestion we took from the fans and will be the first of many. Today our two fighters will fight in...'At that moment, the camera cut away from Seth and a large parking garage was shown.
Bakari looked at the strange things in this dark buildings. They had wheels, or what the Egyptian assumed were wheels but otherwise they looked alien. Everything looked alien ever since he he was taken and only his weapons were something familiar. For this battle, Bakari had chosen an Egyptian Axe and a khopesh. Usually he only got to carry a spear and a mace but now that the young warrior could, he was going to fight with the best weapons. The only shame was that he had no armour like the pharaoh or one of the generals would wear when going into battle. Just his ordinary clothing, his shield and his hair to protect the head.
Still Bakari would win with these extraordinary weapons and he would conquer this tournament. The Pharaoh could be proud of this soldier.
The Celt Morcant looked around. This was nothing like the fields and forests back home. He was a little homesick. Morcant only wanted to get back to his village and it seemed that the only way to reach that goal was to kill his opponent. Armed with a spear, short sword and a sling while armoured with a shield. the warrior was ready to do just that.
Morcant spotted his opponent in this smelly arena and took out his sling. The other man was nearly naked, only a loincloth and shield. This was going to be easy. He loaded up a small rock and flung it at the opponent.
Bakari saw the sling and as the rock flew away, the warrior lifted his shield. The rock bounced off the shield and hit one of the cars. The caralarm went off and both warriors froze for a second as a screeching noise filled the building.
After a few moments, both warriors focused on each other again. While Bakari held his axe and shield, Morcant had now his spear and shield in his hands. The two neared each other slowly and attacked. First was the Egyptian and as his axe hit the shield of his opponent, he was able to pull up his shield to block the spear attack.
The two traded blows but neither was able to get past the shield of the other.
It was Bakari who realised that they could not continue on this way and dropped his axe as he stepped back. Morcant saw the opening as his opponent had dropped the weapon and attacked quickly, only to find the shield still in his way.
The Egyptian created a distance again as he took out his khopesh. He had more experience with the khopesh then the axe and Bakari hoped that this weapon would give him the victory.
The Celt closed the distance again as he attacked. Again, the wooden shield met the Celtic spear and this time the counterattack came from the Egyptian sword. The khopesh encountered a shield as well, ending the attack.
The two tested each other as the weapons met the shield. Neither was prepared to give up and both were looking in a weak point to use.
Bakari attacked and as his Celtic opponent threw the shield in its way, the warrior stopped and used the curve of his weapon to get past the shield.
Morcant howled as he felt the cut on his arm and saw blood pooring from it. The khopesh then pulled the shield from him away and as it fell on the ground, the Egyptian stepped in to finish the fight.
However Morcant recovered and pushed his spear in between the two.
Morcant attacked now. He knew that he was without defence and needed to go full offence. With a twohanded thrust, he attacked his sand coloured opponent, who used his shield to block and then tried to push the spear away with his own weapon but the spear was gone by now.
The two attacked each other again and as Bakari blocked and attacked, Morcant used the distance to his advantage and danced around his opponent. A feint from Morcant forced the large Egyptian shield in front of his opponent. Stepping aside, The British fighter thrusted his spear towards the throat of the opponent. Bakari saw the attack on the very last moment and was just able to use his sword to push the spear away, but instead of the throat, the spear pierced the left shoulder of the Egyptian warrior.
Bakari groaned in pain as he dropped his shield. Now it was his time to attack and he used the khopesh to push the spear aside but Morcant had stepped back already and the weapon only hit air as he tried to slash the chest.
Bakari knew he was in a disadvantage as his opponent had a longer weapon and the better reach. One good thrust would be fatal but the Egyptian was not going to allow that. He kept attacking, pushing the spear of his opponent away as he stepped in. This forced Morcant to keep stepping backwards as he waited for a opening to deliver a good thrust.
The Celt hit a stone pillar however and as his opponent pushed the spear aside, the man grabbed it with his free hand. The khopesh flew towards Morcant, who let go of his spear and ducked away. The weapon hit stone as it flew over the head of the Celt.
Morcant pulled out his own sword and attacked. He managed to deliver a superficial cut on the side of Bakari who had dropped the spear and was too slow to step away.
The two swords found each other again and as the two fought, they only were able to inflict minor wounds on the body of their opponent.
Morcant knew that this was not going anywhere. He preferred his spear over a sword and slowly backed away towards the other weapon.
As he was close enough, Morcant lowered his legs, sword still pointed at the opponent and grabbed the spear. He then stepped away and allowd the short sword to hit the ground as he pushed his spear in front. Bakari pushed the spear away but it still cut his leg.
Now it was time for the Egyptian to be pushed backwards as Morcant kept thrusting his spear forwards. He had seen one of the strange things and it had given him an idea.
The Celt kept pushing his opponent backwards, who was only able to push the spear away as he stepped back.
Bakari felt a hard thud and noticed that his back was now against one of the strange vehicles. The spear came again with a hard thrust and te Egyptian stepped to the side. As the spear hit one of the windows, they both heard a clattering sound as if pots were breaking. With the spear through the window, the Egyptian attacked and his weapon found its way to the right shoulder of the Celt.
Morcant had fallen on the ground after this last attack, the spear next to him. His shoulder burned and he saw how his opponent stepped in.
Bakari was just about to give the final blow as his bare feet stepped in the sharp glass. This suprpised the man and he froze for a few seconds as his feet hurt.
This was enough for Morcant to grab his spear and thrusted forwards. As he thrusted his spear forwards, Bakari recovered and continued his attack.
The spear drove into the chest of the Egyptian as the khopesh slashed the throat of the Celt.
Bakari fell backwards, the spear still in his chest while Morcant tried to breath but only got blood inside his lungs.
Bakari tried to stand up. Everything hurt and he knew that he would die shortly but he heard his opponent choking and wanted to finish the job. He wanted to have fought valiantly to make the gods proud. To make the gods proud was the last thing he thought and the choking of his opponent was the last thing he heard.
Morcant was on his hands and knees, his opponent completely forgotten. he tried to breath but was unable to. He felt like he was drowning. He was drowing in his own blood. His face hit the hard ground as Morcant cought up a last bit of blood and then died.
Fred looked at the camera. 'Dead. They are both dead.' He was only able bring out. 'The fight was pretty cool.' Someone spoke, but Fred was not listening. He had hoped that this fight would turn things around. That this fight would be epic and attract the fans again. However now he had two dead warriors and a gap in the next round.
Everything had been going well and now this... Fred was not sure what to make of the whole situation. He was president of a upcoming nation. He could not dissapoint his subjects.
'How.... How are the fans reacting?' Fred asked, fearing the worst.
It was silent for a few moments before Omar spoke. 'People liked the fight a lot but the end was dissapointing.' Another silence before the man continued. 'They say that the glass was stupid and the double kill a copout.' 'I did not know they were going to kill each other!' Fred shouted. Atthe rushed towards her husband to comfort him. She knew how important this fight was. In fact everybody in the room knew. 'Want me to continue on?' Omar asked unsure. Fred simply nodded. 'Some fans are complaining on why the Egyptian did not wear shoes and others are saying that his feet would be tough enough to not be bothered by glass. Others are complaining about the location itself, saying it was stupid to fight there and that this had played an important part of the outcome.' As Atthe heard this, she turned white. The woman was lucky that she was standing behind Fred and her husband did not notice her shock. She had chosen a stupid location to teach her husband how important it was to get a good arena. She would never have guessed that it would influence the battle in such a way.
Fred rubbed his face. 'How are the fans reacting to the last fight. The.....' He said as he tried to remember the names of the warriors. 'Maharlika and the Assyran.' Atthe quickly said. 'Well it is just announced moments ago and most people are not sure what a Maharlika is.' Omar spoke. 'Most fora now are saying Assyran though.' He added.
This was the last fight of the first round and it needed to be perfect. Fred hoped that the two warriors could give that. Now he needed to figur out what to with the open spot in the next round.
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