Frieren: Twin Souls

Ch 11Tournament part5 Echoes from the past can return and shadows -can speak

When the commotion in the stands died down a bit, Christian and Kristoff, accompanied by Fauna and her helpers were leaving the arena, where Himmel, Flame, Menno, and Milten were already waiting at the exit.

— What happened there? — Milten asked. — I saw it with my own eyes, but I still can't believe it.

— What you saw is the power of the  Shadowbrand clan . — Menno replied, who didn't seem the least bit surprised by the outcome of the fight.

— You mean you can do that too? — Milten opened his eyes wide with surprise, Menno's words seemed unreal to him. He had seen warriors who were fast and white in wielding weapons, but the other two had almost superhuman reflexes that surpassed those of the dwarves considered by many to be specialists in combat. Yes, Menno talked about his past, but no words could express what he saw today.

— More or less, but these two have reached na, so it will be difficult, especially since there are two of them. — Menno looked at Himmel. — You have to be careful, unlike me, they will not hesitate, so we also have to fight 100%, even if it involves inflicting mortal wounds.

— After what I saw, there will be no other way. I would not like to die again, not now. — Himmel replied firmly, who at the last words thought of Frieren, he really wanted to meet her again and see what had changed in her over the last few years.

— We are sorry, but we probably will not help you. — Kristoff sighed. — I did not see his movements and in no way could I predict them, but I felt them, so if you really fight like them, Menno, it means that your clan has created terrifying warriors.

— I know, and that's why I need to find out where these two know these techniques, who gave them these masks, swords, I need to know if anyone from my clan survived and why they continue to work for the demons, because such power can only be obtained through the Mark.

Everyone was silent for a moment, wondering what the sudden appearance of someone from a clan that ceased to exist over two thousand years ago could mean. The silence was broken by the appearance of a herald.

— In 10 minutes, your turn. — He announced and returned to the arena, announcing a short break.

— Take care of yourselves. We regret that we can't help you in any way, but we promise that we will cheer you on. — Declared Christian, who did not look happy. Not only did he lose, almost dying in the process, but he was also unable to give his friends any valuable advice against their rivals.

— It doesn't matter, I know what these two are capable of. — Menno's gaze once again went to Himmel. — Do you think you can handle it? When fighting them, you have to constantly watch their weapons, you can't hesitate, attack to kill, otherwise they will do it without hesitation and the most important thing is under no circumstances do not let yourself be provoked, if you notice a visible gap in their defense, it is 100% a trap.

— I'll try, but there's no guarantee.

— I'm not counting on it... let's not keep each other waiting and whatever happens, keep an eye on the other one. Keep him busy until I can handle it, but if things start to get bad, let me know, I'll try to help you and I count on you to do the same for me.

Himmel nodded and then Flamme approached them and put her hands on their shoulders.

— Give it your all and we'll cheer you on.

Menno and Himmel exchanged knowing glances and returned to the arena, where they were waiting for their opponents and despite their faith in their skills, they weren't entirely sure what awaited them, especially if their opponents knew as much about fighting as Menno did.