Radjutlas
The Syliran Knights when Bolivar mentioned them—all movement ceased. The crowd didn’t like the idea of the knights stepping in and ruining the fun. Luke and Actón were still on stage but were exhausted by the ordeal. A few good men noticed that the two fighters were not going to be able to move for sometime after the brawl they just had. Actón looked at his friend, as he was being carried away and smiles for some reason. He couldn’t understand the reason behind his action until a memory of when he and Luke were children appeared; they used to fight all the time and wrestle to see who the best wrestler was.
Luke must’ve had the same memory as he too was smiling on the floor with sore and swollen muscles. He almost allowed some women he knew for a few minutes destroy the relationship with someone he knew for years. Luke ashamed by his actions simply closes his eyes and rests on the stage. Luke learned a valuable lesson today, one he would never forget. The lesson was simple; if an obscure objective that is shrouded in darkness becomes your focus. Then those who dwell in that particular darkness will take advantage of your weakness and your poor focus.
Noaru is one of the many examples of beings that take advantage of the darkness within mortal minds, hearts, and souls. Noaru watched the crowds from above but he was disappointed that he couldn’t reach the area of the mind that Luke was guarding so fiercely. Noaru couldn’t get the human to do everything he wanted which made him understand that certain wills could not be broken or swayed easily. Noaru was satisfied with this experience, he’d come to understand the strength behind the mortal spirit and how they guarded and cherished certain parts of their minds.
However, there was one other thing on his mind. He was sure that one individual, Bolivar, noticed him exiting the stage. Noaru figured that it would not be wise for him to manifest in an open crowd, considering what he had done. A silent retreat was what Noaru chose and he slipped through the warehouse’s entrance, letting fate choose whether he and Bolivar would meet again. Drake knew that all bets would be off at this point since no-one won the fight and leaves before more trouble appeared.
The gambler resigns for the night;though, mildly upset by the fights outcome.
The Rumble is Over!
The End
