Timestamp: 13th of Spring, 497 AV ( Khulra's age: 17 )
The sound of heavy metal smashing against eachother were only outdone by the raging, thunderous voices of 2 Akalak battling eachother to the death. The weapons they were wielding were identical: Heavy twohanded metal Tetsudos, each with an ornamented, goldtinted handle that was specifically designed to have a better grip on the weapon. The metal, and covered in spikes, bludgeon was a fearsome weapon to face but neither of the warriors were thinking about that right now.
Khulra's mind was blank, his body moved on its own accord and without giving the other Akalak a moment to rest, he attacked in every way he could. Striking forward with the head of the metal club to go for a suffocating blow if it hit the Akalak in the diaphragm, striking sideways to shatter bones and pierce flesh and muscles alike, diagonal, downwards, upwards. No matter what he did, every attack Khulra made against the Akalak was parried, dodged or deflected with ease.
Every action the Akalak made infuriated Khulra and fueled his desire to beat this warrior to a bloody pulp. His attacks increased in speed and ferocity as they alternated between strikes with the Tetsubo, heavy kicks against the Akalak's innerthighs, kneeblows, palmthrusts, punches and even elbowhooks.
The attacks that were succesful, like a couple of thighkicks with Khulra's rightleg shin seemed to have no impact on the Akalak whatsoever. Most other blows were either dodged or parried again, or just plainly taken like a man without showing any sign of hurt or fear.
This Akalak was beyond what Khulra had ever fought and the fact that even when his attacks were succesful, they were meaningless, made Khulra lose sight of victory and drove him in a corner. He continued to attack relentlessly, although his swings started to become slower and less accurate, he was nearing the limit of his stamina, power and ability.
As Khulra launched a downwards, overhead swing on the Akalak, it was effortlessly parried and then pushed back against Khulra's chest, forcing him to quickly and continuesly step backwards if he didn't want to have his chest pierces by the nails of his own Tetsudo.
It didn't seem like they were moving though, but he could see his own feet franticly move beneath him before the Akalak swung his own Tetsudo in a broad arc in front of him, launching Khulra backwards and causing him to fall hard on the ground. Khulra's Tetsudo was flung from his grasp and he lay helplessly on the ground, staring at the Akalak who was coming closer and closer.
" You, are weak. "
The Akalak said as he raised his Tetsudo with both hands high over his head, just before he got hit by the full force of a heel planted upwards in the Akalak's family jewels. Khulra had already used alot of Djed by using Flux in the battle but he didn't care what would happen right now, he knew about the dangers of overgiving but he had no choice right now.
With his foot stomped brutally hard in the Akalak's groin, enhanced by redirecting a large amount of Djed in his lower body, Khulra rolled towards his Tetsudo, grabbed it and launched himself at the bent over, groaning Akalak who seemed so miserable and weak all of a sudden.
With a deep, savage and sadistic laugh, Khulra sent the Akalak to the beyond by crushing his skull in one fell swoop. Suddenly, Khulra realized the Akalak was faceless, like he was constantly shrouded in a thick fog. But the fog was clearing now.
" Father? " Khulra exlaimed with large eyes in pure disbelief.
" You, are not weak, Khulra. " His father said as he laid there in a pool of his own blood, giving his son one final smile.
Khulra just stared, stared and then smiled.
" Father. " Khulra said again, with a weird smile, and a weird look... before slamming his Tetsudo once more in his father's face.
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Khulra woke up a fraction of a second before he had finished off his father in his dream, his face and body were glistening with sweat and he was unsure where he was or what just happened when he woke up. After a while he realized he just had a weird dream, probably from drinking way too much last night. It was his 17th birthday yesterday afterall.
As he sat up in his bed, staring at the window, he was going over his dream again. With a weird smile, and a weird look. |
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by Khulra on October 3rd, 2011, 9:46 am