Champion: A Songs Of War Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Six

"The championship will take place at the militia's base," Wrentorn said, leaning on his sword. "You all are allowed to compete. This appointment will be temporary, and we will attempt to have an inter-clan championship at the earliest possibility."

The militiamen nodded. Only having gotten back to Sendaria a half hour ago, they had been rushed to the main hall for a briefing.

"Thallous, the previous champion, will referee. Good luck. You have one hour to prepare."

The soldiers were dismissed and proceeded to their sparring arena, designed to resemble Ontretheia, but with its own artistic style. The contestants left their spectating comrades and prepared their swords. Thalleous looked around the room, seeing contestants from many different battalions. Then, he turned around and saw Sarrettus.

"You're competing?" he asked his captain.

Sarrettus' brow arched slightly. "Don't be so surprised."

"Wouldn't your history with our enemies make things with the prime..." Thalleous paused. "Difficult?"

Sarrettus turned his Aggrostorm song in his hand. "No, Thalleous." he unsheathed his sword. "It would give me strength." He proceeded to the arena, waiting for the call to begin combat to sound.

"You are to demonstrate skill in warfare alone!" Thalleous called. "Swords, ready!"

The Sendaris prepared their blades, raising them to their shoulders.

"Swords, strike!"

The Ardoni leapt into action, slashing against one another. The thirty combatants quickly went to twenty-five, then twenty, then fifteen. Sarrettus used his Aggrostorm to pull in two foes, then knocked them both unconscious. Viciously striking against each other, the soldiers' training was being put to the test. A young private tried to hit Sarrettus over the head, but was flipped over the captain's shoulders and kicked to the side. An Aggrosphere was thrown at someone's head.

"Primitive," Thalleous muttered to Wrentorn.

The victim of the flying cube was dazed and shortly defeated.

"Effective," the Major corrected.

Five contestants remained. Sarrettus spun his sword in a wide arc, bringing it up to his face. He slashed at an opponent's shield and bashed another in the arm. He ripped the sword from his weakened foe and slashed at the remaining troops. All except the captain laid on the ground, clutching their bruises and cuts.

Wrentorn proceeded down to the area. "Hail, Sarrettus Sendaris, champion of the Ardoni!"

Author's Note:

Hello, all. I enjoyed my break, but it's good to be writing again.

Chapter 27 will be out in a few days.

Nothing else to report. Godspeed,

-KOS