Kanteca Chronicles Page 6

Kanteca Chronicles Page 6

Through the shouts and cheers of the crowd, the fighters made their exit from the arena back into the lobby leaving the unnecessary noise behind them. The dim room in front of room forced them to squint a bit while they tried to find a new table as their old one was cut in half courtesy of Stalne.
Luther quickly found a new table in the corner away from the fighters who have survived round one. Before Luther could take a seat, Stryzecenneca sped up behind him and, with agile, flipped himself around Luther using his shoulder as a fulcrum to swing into his seat.
"I'm sorry, this seat is taken."
"I'm sorry, your face is broken." Luther said in quick retort.
"No it's not, what do you..."
Before Stryzecenneca could finish, Luther backed his fist and was about to launch it at the demon.
"Oh shi-" Stryzecenneca said as he scooted over one seat. "Here you go.....fatty.."
Luther sat down, as did Zaire and Stalne, and said, "See, isn't life much more fun without pain?"
Stryzecenneca clasped his hands together with glee. "Oh on the contrary! Pain makes everything much more fun!"
Luther shook his head with a sigh. "I was being sarcastic."
"Yeah, well....you suck at it." Stryzecenneca swung his legs up onto the table and laid back casually. "So Zaire...Nice job with the mage."
Zaire flipped his dagger up casually, balancing it on his finger. "Meh, it wasn't that hard. He was old. His joints could not uphold the movement as well as he could have."
"Aye, but-"
"Hey." A voice from behind them called. All four of them turned to get a good look at their caller. It was a rather bulky human that had gotten their attention. To his right was another human, not as huge, seemed to be much faster. Behind the two were more humans, two to be exact. One was cloaked in ..well a cloak. The other carried a bow on his back and had a eyes that were sharp and well trained.
"I was hoping that you four would have died in the first round, but that's what I get for hoping isn't it?"
The 'leader' rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck to the right. "I guess we'll just have to kill you in the next round, won't we?" The men around him nodded in agreement.
Zaire, Stryzecenneca, and Luther all looked at eachother, then burst out laughing.
"Damn mortals, I see nothing that would make you better than I, let alone all of us. I know I can see your soul, there's not much there."
The man glared at Stryzecenneca with primal anger. "How dare you...you insolant beast. I am the great-"
"Blah blah...Your un-important to us. Names; don't matter. Race; don't matter. Nothing matters in an arena match. All that does matter is if you can dodge that weapon flying at your face."
"We shall see..." Leaving with a rude gesture, he took his men and led them to the other side of the lobby.
"Ha, we sure got them!"
"Yes, they definitely were a bit overconfident."
"Aye, that be true. But Now a question has come up. What did ye mean when ye could their souls?"
Stryzecenneca's happy-go-lucky attitude was quickly replaced with a serious tone.
"What do I mean? Your soul holds all your vital energies, my dear friend. I can see your intents and bend them to my will. I can see all your memories and twist them to my will. I can do...as I please."