Chapter 25: Freak Encounter 3
An hour after Lances surprising appearance in the arena, the battles regained their usual course, with many spectacular fighting techniques clashing and stunning the public’s eyes, as they struggled to keep up with their speed.
While the fights raged on, the landlord came to Lance telling him who his next opponent would be, in his first fight in the arena. Even though to Lance, the name Scorpio was just a name in the wind, the man bearing this name was famous for his dirty way of fighting. Deciding to be friendly, Lance went to say hello to his adversary, as he paid a visit to Scorpio’s private chamber.
“Excuse me, are you by chance Scorpio?” Lance asked, as he entered the room which had the label of a deadly scorpion tale oozing poison from its tip.
“I am! What do you want, shrimp!” To Lances shock, the man who was twice his size, had strange bite marks all over his body. And a strong disgusting smell filled his whole room, forcing Lance to take a step backward.
Normally a human wouldn’t be able to notice the strong scent of poison that was inside the room, but Lance was no human.
“Stinks…” Lance said as he backed away.
“What’s that? You mocking me now, shrimp?” Scorpio said, visibly offended by Lances actions, as he covered his nose, exiting his room as fast as possible.
In the very next moment, following his exit, Scorpio saw parts of the wall next to the entrance explode as Lance punched it down.
“I may look small in comparison to you, but I am no shrimp.” Lance said as he entered the room, stepping on the destruction he just caused.
For just a few brief moments, Scorpios face was overwhelmed with anger, but he calmed himself regaining his wicked attitude.
“I like that look in your eyes, it makes me want to crush it! What’s your name?” Scorpio asked, with extreme hatred filling his every word.
“Lance!” He answered shortly, visibly displaying disgust towards Scorpio.
“Oh! You are the guy with the flashy entrance, right?” Scorpio said, remembering how he was hit by the water, ruining the freshly tailored leather jacket which he had custom made to hold several hidden pockets filled with poison darts and needles, when Lance made his entrance.
“In that case, let me shake your hand with my lucky glove!” Scorpio said, as he grabbed a tattered looking glove from a desk near his stiff looking bed.
“I am honored by your offer, but I think you shouldn’t waste it!” Lance said as he stretched his hand to shake Scorpios.
“It’s a tradition of mine, in hopes that we both come out alive out of it!” Not realizing the significance of Lances words, Scorpio continued his little masquerade, smiling as he successfully poisoned him.
“I see. Well then no harm can come from a simple handshake, right?” Lance asked as he gripped his hand even harder.
Paying no mind to the sting he felt from his handshake, Lance left Scorpio to his machinations, as they both prepared for their match.
Having poisoned Lance, Scorpio prepared himself to enjoy his relaxing one-sided match, while Lance was for some reason holding a small grin across his face, regardless of the increasing pain and weakness he was feeling.
