The Twisted Adventures of Sir Weimar

Ch.5 :The Melee tournament (Pt.2)

"Combatants, take your respective sides!"

Weimar,Syras , and the rest of the Chtulus took their sides in the arena as soon as the judge finished his announcement.  Across from them were the Serpents . They were mainly  big, bruiser-type teen boys save for one beefy, curly-haired girl.  Weimar glanced at his own teammates and noticed mixed expressions.  Syras and Sangrid looked ready to kick butt, but Seline and Adel looked a bit on the nervous side. The cheering of the crowd drowned out most of the other noise. 

"Don't worry, we'll get through this," he assured his anxious teammates. 

The two newbies nod at him. Syras paced impatiently as Sangrid swung her wooden broadsword in the air in boredom.

"Let the match begin!" the judge shouted.

Weimar stood, holding his wooden sword at ready, glancing at their opponents warily.  Letting out hoots and hollers, the South Serpents charged at the Chtulus. Letting out their own war cries, Sangrid and Syras led them to meet the enemy head on.  Meanwhile, Weimar squared off  against one of the bigger Serpents. 

"Give it up," his opponent, a burly boy with curly dark hair growled. " That way you can spare yourself a beating."

"To the likes of you-I think not!"Weimar smirked, parrying a blow and delivering his own. 

"What is that supposed to mean?"the bruiser raised a brow in confusion. 

"You see, that is why I refuse to lose to you." Weimar slammed the wooden sword behind the startled boy's knee and downed him. "Gee, I wonder how thick your skull really is." He completed his statement by slamming his weapon on the Serpent's head. Once the opposition was out cold, Weimar brought his weapon to his face and raised a brow once he saw a small dent along the edges. "It's true, you are thickheaded."

His eyes swept the grassy arena and they landed on his teammates. The first impression was that that things were going in the Chtulu's favor.  Syras had wore out his opponent and gave him the final blow behind the head to bring him down. Sangrid had dealt out a massive beating to a Serpent twice her size. Finally, Weimar spotted a fourth Serpent on the grassy floor. Judging by how he was laying prone, it was safe to assume that he was out of action.  Then the boy's eyes landed on the remaining opponent, the beefy russet-haired girl who was facing off against a struggling Seline and Adel.

"Shall we help them?" Weimar asked Sangrid and Syras.

"Ah say we do!" Sangrid shouted, raising her weapon.

"Way ahead of you both!" Syras twirled his wooden weapon like a boomerang and let it rip.  It connected behind the neck of the final Serpent. With a grunt, she fell on her knees and to the floor. The crowd went wild as Seline and Adel looked grateful. 

"Pigs can never fly so they are bound to the ground." Syras quipped , chuckling.

" She was mahn!" Sangrid pouted. " Ah wanted to get'er so ye wouldn't make a stupid pun!"

"Just because you were too slow doesn't give you the right to bash my puns," Syras retorted. 

"Lads, what is important is that we won the first round," Weimar cut in. "We must rest up before the next round."

As they exited the grassy arena, they were elated that they have advanced into the semi-finals. If they could only be victorious in the next match, then they would advance into the finals for a chance at winning a lot of coins. Boy, would that help Weimar's family.

"Let's watch the next round," Syras suggested. "The Soaring Eagles are facing off against the Screaming Banshees."

"Great idea for once." Weimar smiled at his friend.