The Fire and The Storm - The Nexus of Kellaran #2

Chapter 69

Part 12

“Well actually, I’m still pretty full right now, so I’d probably save you to eat later.” he chuckled. “But if

you’d prefer to dance apart, that’s fine with me. To be honest, I don’t know any close dances anyway.”

“All right then.” Helemia smiled, and followed him to the nearest open space on the dancing ground.

Soon Reggie and Valentia were also asked to dance, and joined the throng who were bouncing and

twirling to the music. Even Karzog was asked to dance, but he begged off so he could continue to

supervise the fights.

The three danced until they were tired of it, then rejoined Karzog to continue chatting with the Sylvan

and watching the challenges. Most of the conversation was the Sylvan asking the four of them

questions about themselves, their lives, their community, and the world beyond Hiliani.

After another half an hour, Helemia nudged Valentia. “That last match was so good, watching it made

me want to fight! And we didn’t spar today. Care to go for a round?”

“Sure!” Valentia laughed. “But a lot of those in the queue have been waiting to fight for over an hour. It

wouldn’t be fair to just butt into the line.”

“Unless they agreed to it.” Helemia grinned, and turned to the dragon.

“Hey Karz, when this bout is done, hold off a minute before starting the next one so I can ask those

waiting for the circle if they’d mind letting me and Val fight next.”

“Sure.” Karzog nodded. “What limits will you use?”

“Sword pairs?” Valentia asked her sister.

“Sword pairs.” Helemia nodded with eager satisfaction.

The novelty of seeing two of their captors fight was indeed enough to convince most of those in line to

allow the girls to fight next, and the few who dissented were shouted down by the rest. Word spread

quickly, and by the time the fight started, most of those at the gathering were watching.

The two young warlocks took their places in the circle armed with two swords each, as Helemia had

used against the Sylvan earlier. Their skills were exactly equal, since they both had The Skills of

Visinniria, which made the contest one of physical ability, tactics, and strategy. What really made it

interesting was the fact that Visinniria’s offensive skill with a pair of swords had been slightly better than

her defensive skill, which meant that if either of the two half-elves managed to gain the initiative, they

had a real chance to press the advantage. It also meant that it paid to be aggressive, which produced a

spectacular fight. The four light swords whirled and darted around so quickly that it was impossible for

most of those watching to follow all of the moves, but enough could be discerned that all of the

spectators were soon on their feet and screaming encouragement to their favorite, and the entire

gathering was gripped with a palpable excitement as they watched.

The crowd was about equally split as to who they were rooting for. Some of those who liked to see the

underdog win cheered for Helemia since she was smaller, others cheered Valentia because she was

younger. Those who wanted to see the strong crush the weak were equally divided for the same

reasons. Some liked Helemia because her black hair made her look more like a Sylvan, some picked

Valentia because the black streaks in her white hair gave her such a striking and exotic appearance.

And they certainly weren’t disappointed with the intensity of the fight. It lasted for almost nine minutes © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

of constant furious action. Both of the tiny fighters sustained multiple wounds, some of which were

quite serious, but they both Healed themselves as they carried on fighting. They didn’t take time to

clean themselves as they went along though, and both were soon covered in blood, sweat, and sand.

The fight ended with two simultaneous strikes, as Helemia stabbed Valentia through the abdomen,

while Valentia thrust her sword through Helemia’s throat and out the back of her neck.

At that moment Valentia, Reggie, and Karzog cried out and Healed Helemia in a flash as Valentia

withdrew her sword, then Reggie and Karzog Healed Valentia.

“Valentia is the winner!” Karzog announced, while the two fighters still lay on the sand in their bloodied

white under-armor wear, gasping and panting with one hand still held to where their last wounds had

been. The audience manically yelled and screamed their approval.

Finally the two combatants slowly sat up and extended a hand to each other, and helped each other

up.

“Sorry about cutting your spine.” Valentia said with a rueful smile. “I was just going for your throat and

the big artery, but I missed because you were stabbing me in the guts at the time.”

“That’s okay.” Helemia returned with the same expression. “You were a fraction of a blink ahead of me.

I missed anything vital because you made contact first. Otherwise I’d have at least got a tie with a heart

wound. Good fight, and congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

They shared a hug, then left the ring to the next pair of fighters.

“Let me get that for you.” Reggie chuckled as the girls approached where Karzog reclined on the sand.

He cast Clean on them, and the blood and sweat fell off them with the sand, leaving them pristine

again, including their hair and their clothing. Karzog did his gentlemanly bit by casting Restore on their

clothes to repair the many holes and slashes.

“Wow, you girls don’t fool around, do you?” a Sylvan female laughed. She was one of the oldest there,

at almost twenty-five. “I’ve never seen so many wounds taken in a fight between two people before! But

then, I’ve never seen anyone who could Heal as fast as you two! Do you block the pain of the wounds

you take?”

“Yah, about a third of it.” Valentia nodded as she stretched to release some tension. “It’s not smart to

block more than that. In the heat of battle, you might not realize when you’ve been seriously wounded if

you do. It still hurts like hell though.”

“Do you fight to the death like that all the time?” someone else asked.

“Generally.” Helemia nodded. “To what would be a lethal wound without some fast Healing, anyway. We

try not to go for the brain or the spine, because you usually lose the ability to Heal when you get a

wound there, so that’s pretty risky, even with another Healer or two watching out for you. And if you get

a wound in the brain, you have to Heal it in less than half a second or the damage just cascades so

fast, you have to call in a better Healer than me or there could be permanent damage. But we’ve never

done that yet. We have pretty good control, so even spinal wounds are pretty rare. I think we’ve had

four since we started seriously sparring, and that’s the first one I’ve taken.”

“I’ve taken two.” Karzog snickered. “Helemia almost cut my head completely off once.”

“Wow.” a boy breathed in amazement. “I’ve seen enemies fighting to the death that weren’t as serious

about it as you two sisters were just now, fighting for fun. But it’s still hard to believe any of you little

half-elves could beat a dragon, even a young one like Karzog here.”

“You’d be surprised.” Karzog snickered again. “I constantly am. As you’d expect, I can take all three of

them at once in unarmed physical combat. But give them a short sword each, and I can only take two

of them, even if I also have a sword. If they have their full armor and weaponry, I can only beat one of

them at a time, even if I have the same. All that assumes that we aren’t using any magic except Flight,

and I’m not using my fire.

“But in a contest of magic I come out a distant fourth, though I can keep up with one of the twins if I

also use my fire. Valentia is our undisputed champion of magic.

“The twins are so dangerous in psionic warfare that it’s almost unbelievable.

“And the fact of the matter is, we usually spar with no limitations, except we don’t complete lethal

attacks. No conventional Healing can save you from a really good magic or psionic attack, so when

we’re pretty sure one would succeed, the loser concedes. And on any given day, when we’re using all

of our abilities and equipment, which one of us is likely to win is almost a matter of chance. We’re pretty

closely matched, all four of us.”

“I’m really looking forward to getting out of the time-bubble and attending some big tournaments.”

Valentia grinned. “By then we’ll be some of the most dangerous people in the world, and I’m eager to

prove it.”

“Wow.” the boy repeated.