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Chapter 369: The Victoriad III
🕑 Added 2022-01-14 17:59:43 +0000 UTCSETH MILVIEW
“They’ve been gone for so long,” Pascal muttered to Deacon, who was standing next to him. We were all lined up in rows as Assistant Aphene led us through a series of movements and forms to warm up our muscles. “What in the name of the High Sovereign could the Scythe of Sehz-Clar want with our professor, anyway?”
“Maybe he offended or angered her in some way?” Deacon suggested, fidgeting nervously with his mask.
Like me, Deacon usually wore glasses, but they didn’t fit with the masks. Luckily my sight had been slowly improving since my debilitating sickness went away, but Deacon kept having to pause and squint up at Assistant Aphene to see what stance she had twisted her athletic frame into.
“Don’t be stupid,” Valen scoffed. “A Scythe wouldn’t come personally for that. She’d send her retainer, or maybe just a bunch of soldiers. With almost all the Scythes present at the Victoriad, it’s to be expected that they would appear in person at some point.”
“Maybe the professor is Scythe Seris Vritra’s secret lover!” Laurel giggled, hiding her mouth behind one of her long braids.
Mayla leaned toward me and whispered, “Someone needs to lay off the cheesy romance stories.”
“Or he’s been training to replace her retainer,” Marcus suggested. “We’ve all seen how scary he can be when he wants to. Have you known anyone else, even professors, who can train so easily at max gravity in the fighting platform at school? He doesn’t even break a sweat.”
Valen shrugged, breaking form for an instant.
Assistant Briar was walking around offering small corrections on the form of our movements. Her orange and yellow hair was pulled back, which for some reason made her look kind of scary. Like she was getting ready to kick someone’s butt. “Less chatter, more following along,” she scolded.
“Interesting theories,” Valen went on, his voice lower, “but it could be more mundane than that. I’ve personally met Scythes Cadell Vritra, Dragoth Vritra, and Viessa Vritra already myself. It’s—”
“And I’ve kissed Scythe Melzri Vritra,” Yanick said, cutting into the conversation and getting a surprised laugh out of everyone, even Valen. Assistant Aphene cleared her throat and brushed the dark bangs from her eyes as she moved into a new stance.
“What I was trying to say,” Valen said as the noise petered off, “is that it isn’t unheard of for the Scythes to make social calls to high-ranking bloods.”
“Except that Professor Grey isn’t a high-ranking highblood, as far as we know,” Deacon pointed out, huffing slightly from talking and stretching at the same time. “And besides, Scythe Seris Vritra is known to be a recluse. She doesn’t make social visits.”
I stayed out of the conversation, too embarrassed by freezing up in front of the Scythe to say anything or draw attention to myself.
And so of course Mayla chose that moment to lean toward me again and ask, “Hey, you all right? You seem a little shaken up.”
“More like frozen stiff,” Pascal said, starting another round of poorly suppressed laughter. Mayla pinned him with a warning glare, and he held his hands up, wobbling slightly. “Just kidding, sheesh.”
Assistant Aphene cleared her throat again, but before she could scold anyone for talking, all eyes turned toward the front of the staging area, where an event official wearing a red demon mask had just appeared, marching into our space and staring around.
At nearly the same moment, the door in the back wall of the staging area opened and the professor stepped through, Lady Caera just behind him. The professor raised a hand and seemed about to say something to the class when he noticed the official.
“Professor Grey of Central Academy?” the official asked in a clipped tone.
“Are you here about the tournament?” the professor asked. “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting long.”
The official’s eyes narrowed behind his mask as he marched across the room and held out his hand, which the professor shook perfunctorily. “You haven’t, which is good as I have four more team leads to meet with.”
He sniffed indignantly and began what sounded like a very rehearsed speech. “The unarmed nonmagical duels begin in twenty minutes, Professor. Multiple matches run concurrently, but your students will be placed at these platforms closest when possible. Students should be at the ready at their assigned ring no later than five minutes before their bout begins. This is a single-elimination tournament. Loss occurs by knockout, forfeit, or by being forced from the ring.
“I’m sure I don’t need to remind you, but magic is not allowed under any circumstances. Any use of mana beyond latent body-strengthening caused by the presence of runes will result in immediate forfeiture of the match and expulsion from the Victoriad. In addition, attacking with intent to maim or kill is also forbidden.”
He took a breath as he unrolled the next length of his scroll. “The first competitors from Central Academy are: Enola, blood Frost, at ring six. Deacon, blood Favager, ring seven. Portrel, blood Gladwyn, ring nine. Sloane, blood Lowe, ring eleven.”
I let out a sigh of relief. At least I wasn’t one of the first to fight, so I wouldn’t be the first one knocked out of the tournament. Probably.
Professor Grey checked with the four named students to ensure they had their ring numbers, then thanked the official.
He nodded curtly back. “We also ask that the team lead—in this case, you, Professor—remain present in case any issues arise.” Spinning on his heel, the man then rushed out of our staging area and on to the next.
“Well, you all heard him. Let’s—”
The professor paused, his gaze sweeping over the students.
“You look like a flock of little chicks waiting to be fed,” he said with a sigh. “I suppose none of you are going to focus until I’ve explained, correct?”
“What did the Scythe want with you?” Assistant Briar asked in a hushed tone.
The professor shrugged. “We drank tea and had a casual chat. Nothing special.”
Assistant Briar snorted and rolled her eyes as Assistant Aphene wrapped an arm around her shoulder, grinning. “My grandfather won’t believe I was standing so close to a Scythe, not even at the Victoriad!”
Laurel leaned in close to Mayla. In a singsong voice, she whispered, “Secret lover.”
Everyone burst out with questions and excited comments, but the professor waved away the commotion. “Enola, Deacon, Portrel, Sloane…get to your rings. Everyone else, pay attention.”
Enola and the others hurried out to the rows of combat rings and waited. Just like the official had said, they were fairly close by, near enough to see all four fights at once. I jogged to the front to get a good view, the rest of the class right behind me, and ended up sandwiched between Mayla and Brion.
Enola was the first into her ring, striding confidently up the stairs right on the heels of the official who was leading her, her golden hair gleaming in the sunlight.
Deacon, on the other hand, walked like he was being sent to the director’s office, his feet dragging on the ground, his head constantly swiveling to look back at us.
When Portrel did the same, I snorted in amusement. After all his trash-talking about me being nervous, there he was, constantly checking back over his shoulder to look at Valen, even when he was in the ring across from his opponent.
The combatants were introduced one by one, drawing a few excited cheers from the audience, but mostly from their own classmates at each staging area. Next, an organizer and referee shouted out the instructions, their voices all mixing up and growing muddy competing with each other and the crowd.
According to what I’d read about the Victoriad, the student tournaments were mostly just a warm-up event—incredibly important to the students and our bloods, but not really attended otherwise.
The fact that the stands were only half-full yet proved this, but didn’t bother me. A smaller crowd means fewer people to see me get my butt kicked…
The officials each raised their right hand, and all at once, they shouted out to begin.
It was chaotic trying to keep track of all four fights at once, not to mention all the other battles going on in front of us that weren’t from Central Academy. I saw Deacon barely dodge as a dark-skinned girl with a mossy green mohawk jumped up and tried to knee him in the chest, but then Sloane landed a punch that dropped his opponent to the floor, and my attention turned to his fight instead.
Sloane jumped on his opponent, a broad-shouldered boy in a green and gold uniform, throwing knees and elbows, but Deacon let out a yelped and so I turned back to his fight just in time to see him stumble backwards through the shielding barrier to fall hard to the dirt.
Next to me, Brion hid his face in his hand, and there was a chorus of groans from the rest of the class.
Mayla grabbed my elbow and pointed to Portrel, and I felt a distinct pang of jealousy watching the larger boy grab his opponent's fist out of the air. “He’s so strong,” I muttered.
“Yeah, it’s crazy. Oh, ouch!” Mayla winced as Portrel slammed the boy he was fighting to the floor before knocking him out cold with three quick punches to the face.
“That’s right! Knock his ass out!” Remy shouted, his fists raised in the air over his head.
Another cheer went up, and I realized with a jolt of excitement that Sloane won his match as well. “Way to go, Sloane!” I shouted, laughing when Brion threw his arm around my neck and jumped with excitement, cheering along with me.
Several other fights had also already ended, making it easier to see past the empty rings to where Enola was still going toe to toe with a girl who was at least four inches taller and thirty pounds heavier than her.
But that didn’t even matter. Enola fought like a crazy demon. She was so talented, it was hard to believe I was competing in the same tournament she was. Even though the other girl was bigger than her, Enola was a way better fighter.
Hearing chanting coming from several staging areas down, I leaned over the rail and pointed the other school’s students out to Mayla. “Do you know what academy they’re from?”
“Not sure,” she said with a shrug, not taking her wide eyes off Enola’s fight.
“Bloodrock Academy,” Marcus said, shifting over between me and Brion. “They tried pretty hard to recruit me, but my parents were set on sending me to the central dominion for training.”
“They seem pretty intense,” I said, watching the rows of students shouting and stomping in unison. There were a lot more of them than us, since we’d been given a private staging area away from the rest of the Central Academy students.
Laurel started chanting, “Enola! Enola!” and waving her arms around at everyone else, encouraging us to pick it up. The name rang through the stadium with the beat of a drum.
Our chant continued for as long as the fight went on, which was several minutes longer than any others. I got so into it that I found myself dipping and ducking, shadowing Enola’s movements without really meaning to.
“Hey, watch it, Seth,” Marcus grumbled when I accidentally stepped on his foot.
I stopped and gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Uh, sorry.”
Mayla laughed, poking me in the ribs. “You’re like, a fight nerd, Seth.”
I stuck my tongue out at her, but then turned my attention back to the fight.
It was pretty clear when the larger girl started to get tired, and when she did, Enola moved in to finish it with one of the special combinations Professor Grey had taught us.
She threw several punches and kicks in quick succession, each one timed to take advantage of her opponent’s most likely defensive action, pushing to make the girl desperate, each dodge or block wilder and more out of place, and ending with a spinning elbow to the girl’s undefended temple. Or at least, that’s how the professor explained it.
Our staging area exploded. Mayla jumped on my back, surprising me and nearly knocking me over, but we only laughed and cheered even louder.
Enola, Sloane, Deacon, and Portrel entered the staging area shortly after to raucous applause.
I slapped Deacon on the arm. “Don’t look so glum. You didn’t do too bad, considering you couldn’t even see.”
“Whatever, at least now I can just sit back and relax,” he mumbled, giving me an appreciative smile. “And watch the rest of you get your butt’s kicked, of course.”
I wanted to congratulate Enola too but hung back with Deacon, Mayla, and Linden when I realized she was beelining for the professor. “So…how’d I do?” she asked, almost too quiet for me to hear with Remy and Portrel wrestling around and shouting at each other.
“Your execution was a little sloppy. You’d have won in half the time if you’d…” He paused, then seemed to relax slightly. “You did well.”
Enola beamed as she spun away, catching my eye for an instant. I gave her a thumbs up and mouthed, “Great job,” then she was absorbed into the group as Brion, Linden, Marcus, and Pascal started peppering her with questions and reliving their favorite moments of her fight.
It seemed like only a few seconds passed before the masked official was back, bringing the celebration in our staging area to a sudden halt. He repeated the part of his previous speech about where to go and not using magic, blah blah blah, and I felt my body tightening up as he prepared to announce the next round of fights.
“Remy, blood Seabrook, ring seven; Laurel, blood Redcliff, ring eight; Mayla, blood Fairweather, ring nine; Seth, blood Milview, ring eleven.”
A hand grabbed mine and squeezed. “Good luck, Seth!” Mayla said excitedly. “Let’s show everyone just how much we’ve learned, okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, my voice coming out hoarse.
Then we were all marching out onto the combat field along with a dozen other students from other schools. I immediately blanked and forgot which ring I was supposed to go to, and ended up walking around in a circle before an official took me by the arm and dragged me to ring eleven. My face burned as I heard laughter from the closest staging area, but I didn’t turn to look at which academy it was.
I blinked and suddenly the official was urging me up onto the combat platform opposite my opponent.
He wasn’t much taller than me, but he was athletic, very much unlike me. Where I had pale, stick-thin arms, his were tan and muscular. My legs were trembling, but his were stout and tree trunks. His uniform was red and gray, and he wore a black mask with scarlet runes painted on it.
“Not fair!” someone shouted from nearby. This time I did turn to look and realized I was right next to the Bloodrock Academy staging area. A huge boy—if he even was a boy, and not a mountain ogre in disguise—was leaning on the rail and shaking his head. “How’d you get so lucky, Adi? I didn’t know little kids could compete in this event.”
His classmates all hooted with appreciative laughter and cheered for my opponent, who was smirking now beneath his black mask.
The official said something that I didn’t catch, then a heavy gong announced the beginning of the fight.
My opponent didn’t even adopt a form, just sauntered across the ring toward me. With a casual air, he threw a forward kick at my stomach, looking at me with a frustrating mix of pity and disdain.
My training kicked in. I stepped to the side and forward while aiming a low kick at his ankle, knocking his foot out from under him. He crashed straight down with a pained grunt, his legs going in opposite directions, but I had already reversed my stance and kicked straight backwards with the other leg, my heel connecting solidly with my opponent’s temple.
He collapsed sideways, mask askew and eyes rolling back in his skull.
And it was over. Pairs of students were still fighting all around me, but the official judging my match hopped up into the ring and shouted out my victory above the din, then instructed me to wait next to the ring until all matches had finished. The stunned boy shifted so I paused to offer him my hand to help him up, but he swatted it away and struggled to right himself.
Moving down the steps to the dirt of the combat field, I stared around at the other fights without really seeing them, not quite sure yet what had even happened.
“Lucky move, woggart,” the big boy said from behind me, crossing his arms as he stood to his full height. He was as tall as Remy but beefy as Portrel. His eyes were a dark, bloody red behind his mask. “You better hope you don’t end up in the ring with me. I’ll break your scrawny ass in two.”
Doing my best not to look as scared as I felt—any joy at my victory forgotten—I tried to watch Mayla, but my head felt like it was full of tar, and I kept thinking about the big, angry ogre glaring at me from the Bloodrock staging area and wondering if he was going to jump on me like a wild animal.
Several minutes passed by in a daze before I was instructed to return to the staging area with Mayla, Laurel, and Remy. With a pang of guilt, I realized I hadn’t even seen if Mayla won.
By the way she was grinning, though, I thought she had. “I missed your whole fight!” she said excitedly as we walked side by side. “Like, I blinked and it was over. What happened?”
“He won!” Yannick shouted, jumping over the rail and rushing out to us, followed by Marcus. Before I knew what was happening, I was sitting on their shoulders being bounced around as they began to chant, “Seth! Seth! Seth! Seth!”
I had to duck to avoid knocking my head when we entered the staging area, which was in an uproar.
“Hell of a move!” someone shouted.
“Fastest victory yet,” someone else said, and it went on like this for a minute or more with everyone cheering and congratulating me.
I wished I could have taken more of it in, but my mind was buzzing and I had a hard time following what was happening. My thoughts jumped from the surreal feeling of being cheered for back to the fight—which now felt like a half-remembered dream—to the Bloodrock boy’s threat…
Professor Grey caught my eye, and my mood evened out. He didn’t utter a word, but gave me a nod before turning to welcome the event official, who was back yet again.
***
When the first round of battles was over and everyone had fought, only Deacon, Remy, and Linden had lost. The fights lasted longer in the second round, but with only half of the combatants remaining, it went quickly.
The highlight was definitely when Laurel let out a squeal of panic as she narrowly missed catching her opponent's knee in the mouth, tumbled backwards, then fell out of the ring on her own, which of course was met with lots of groans and embarrassed silence from the rest of the class. But she wasn’t the only student to go down in the second round; Sloane, Pascal, and Brion all joined her pretty soon after.
As much as I’d like to say my second fight was as cool as the first…it wasn’t. I was matched with a girl from some academy in Etril, and she stayed back and bounced around the ring like we were at a formal dance instead of a combat tournament. Our fight actually took the longest, and only ended when I managed to bull-rush her and push her out of the ring.
Still, I was glad not to have drawn the big ogre from Bloodrock, at least until Mayla was called out to ring eleven…
I groaned, feeling slightly sick as he hopped up onto the platform across from her, cracking his knuckles and leering like a common street thug.
“Mayla, blood Fairweather versus Gregor, blood Volkunruh,” the official announced, his voice lost in a tangle of others, and then the gong sounded.
Gregor thundered across the ring and took a huge backhand swipe at Mayla. She rolled beneath it and kicked out at the back of his knee, but he pivoted with frightening speed and attempted to stomp on her. She only barely tossed herself out of the way, but it had been a trap. Pushing off using the leg he had stomped with, he lunged in the other direction, following her.
When his knee connected with her chest, Mayla was lifted off her feet and thrown through the air. My own chest and stomach contracted like I was the one who’d been kicked, but my first thought was that at least the fight was over, and he couldn’t have hurt her too badly.
I choked on this thought when his massive fist wrapped around her ankle, jerking her flailing body to a halt and bringing it crashing back down onto the platform instead of outside the ring.
“Hey!” I shouted, my voice cracking slightly. It seemed crystal clear to me that Gregor had every intention of hurting Mayla, not just beating her, but the official refereeing their fight didn’t react.
Mayla was dazed on the floor and didn’t even try to block or dodge when Gregor’s boot slammed into her ribs, sending her tumbling across the dueling platform. Somehow, she used the momentum of the roll to push up to her feet, but she was too winded to attack back effectively.
Inside, I was begging her to just forfeit, but I couldn’t even bring myself to shout, only to watch in horrified fascination as Gregor slapped aside her defenses and grabbed her by the throat. Mayla was lifted up off the ground until she was eye to eye with him. Gregor paused there, Mayla’s hands wrapped around his wrist, scrabbling feebly to free herself.
“What the hell is that guy doing?” Marcus spat.
“Oh, shit,” someone else cursed, and I realized most of my classmates had been watching Enola’s fight instead and hadn’t seen what happened.
“He’s going to—”
Gregor turned toward our staging area, grinning beneath his mask. Then his hand came up like a battering ram into Mayla’s stomach, the sound of it audible even from where I stood. He punched her again, then again, then let her drop. Bile rose up in the back of my throat as she curled in on herself, obviously still conscious but badly hurt.
I wanted to rush out and help, or to punch Gregor in his big, stupid face, but instead I just stood there while Assistants Briar and Aphene went out and helped Mayla back to the staging area. I stood aside while they laid her on one of the couches and checked for broken ribs. I didn’t say anything even after they’d rubbed her down with pain-relieving ointment and wrapped her in half-frozen towels.
It wasn’t until the professor came over that I snapped out of it, moving to sit by her feet and the end of the couch.
“You alive?” he asked.
Mayla’s response was muffled from beneath a towel.
The professor met my eye, his face impassive…except for a tightness around his eyes and the corner of his mouth. My hands balled into fists, which the professor must have noticed, because he asked, “Are you angry, Seth?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice raw.
“Good. Use that.” Then he moved away again as the rest of the fights ended.
“He’s so good at pep talks, isn’t he?” I said.
Mayla chuckled, then groaned from beneath her wrappings. “Don’t make me laugh,” she grumbled, her words barely discernible. “But…don’t leave, okay?”
There was an awkward fluttering in my stomach and chest at her words. “Yeah, sure. I’m right here. You just rest.”
***
I don’t know if it was fate, or luck, or perhaps just that the event organizers had a cruel sense of humor, but in the next round I, of course, found myself standing opposite “Gregor, blood Volkunruh.”
When I saw the giant Striker from Bloodrock Academy approaching ring eleven from the other direction, the bottom fell out of my stomach. I suddenly wanted to scream at the official that I forfeit and flee.
But I was afraid to even do that.
There was something else, though, beneath the fear. The image of Mayla bruised and bloodied beneath a wrapping of iced towels fed it like kindling. Even though I couldn’t put a name to the feeling, I knew I needed it if I was going to make myself get into the ring with Gregor, much less actually fight the monster.
And so I embraced it, picturing my friend, watching her fight against Gregor in my mind as I waited for the official to wave us up onto the fighting platform. I thought about how he had purposely prolonged the fight, how he had tried not just to win, but to hurt her. How he had succeeded.
I heard Professor Grey’s voice in my head: Are you angry, Seth?
Yes, I was pretty freaking angry, but it was a more layered emotion than that. And it ran deep. Desperation, motivation, eagerness…it was all burning beneath the fog of fear in my mind and spirit.
And so I didn’t run. I stepped into the ring and glared up at Gregor. He smirked back down. Everything else blurred into the background.
Then the gong was ringing.
My body started moving before I had any kind of plan or thought about what to do. I felt like just another onlooker as I quick-stepped forward and dipped right, just beneath the opening haymaker I knew Gregor would throw. I hit him with two quick punches in the kidney then retreated out of reach of the back kick that followed.
Gregor was stronger than me. He was faster than me, too, and had better form. I’d never had to fight anyone with the raw power behind their attacks he had. But Professor Grey hadn’t tried to make me as strong as Enola or as clean as Valen. He knew I couldn’t win on talent alone. Instead, he’d taught me to develop my own style, to lean into my natural talents.
Analyze my opponent. Anticipate their movements. Plan my counterattacks.
It was almost like a puzzle: see what the opponent does, consider the forms and combinations the professor had taught me, and then put the right one in the right place. It was a fighting style I could excel at.
Anticipating Gregor’s attacks, I ducked and dodged, throwing a few punches and kicks of my own when he left himself open, but retreating away from any concerted effort to corner me. The few times his blows landed, they slammed aside my inadequate defenses and nearly crushed me. Still, it was working.
“You hop around like a scared little toad,” Gregor grunted after a couple of minutes. His wide, ugly face was red and his knuckles were white. “You’re embarrassing yourself. Fight back or get out of the ring, toad.”
He launched a series of punches, elbows, and knee strikes that I only barely managed to slide away from, although I landed a strong kick to the inside of his thigh in return. Every time I scored a blow, he swelled up and grew even more red, like an overwatered tomato about to burst.
But the real problem was that I wasn’t hurting him. My kicks and punches just bounced off his heavily muscled body like he was wearing armor.
Eventually, my strategy failed.
Gregor engaged in a prolonged combination of quick kicks and sweeps, trying to put me on the ground. Several moves in, I lifted my foot to avoid a low kick at my ankle, responding with a kick of my own to the side of his knee. I overextended and couldn’t get my feet back under me in time to avoid his big elbow crashing into my shoulder and driving me painfully to the ground at his feet.
With a roar of victory, Gregor fell down on top of me, slamming his knee into my stomach.
The sound of my ribs breaking cut through my mind like a dagger, shredding my focus. My entire torso lit up with hot pain. The air in my lungs exploded out in a dull grunt, and I couldn’t catch my breath again.
Gregor’s fist fell, hammerlike, on the side of my head, making it bounce off the combat platform and filling my ears with ringing. Stunned, unable to defend myself at all, I just stared up at him and waited to get pummeled into unconsciousness. Only, the next punch didn’t come.
Instead, Gregor stood and turned his back on me, arms out wide as he yelled something at his classmates. Their response was a meaningless roar in my malfunctioning ears.
I focused on trying to breathe until my lungs finally inflated again and my head cleared a little, just in time for Gregor to grasp the front of my uniform and pull me bodily to my feet.
“I hope you enjoyed that while it lasted,” he said, his breath hot on my ear. “It’s my turn to have some fun now.”
My head snapped back as he drove his forehead into the bridge of my nose with enough force to crack my mask, which tumbled to my feet. The world jumped, shifting out of position as my eyes lost focus.
Three Gregor’s all laughed in my face. “Going maskless in front of the Sovereign? You worm. You should be punished!”
Huge, hard hands wrapped around my throat and lifted me off the ground. Somewhere, so distant it could have come from another dominion, or even the other continent, someone shouted my name.
My fingers clawed at Gregor’s wrists uselessly. I flailed, kicking his legs and kneeing his sides, but I might as well have been fighting back against a marble statue.
The wild, irrational thought that this ogre of a boy was going to kill me right then and there overtook me, and the desperation burned away some of the fog clouding my mind. I focused on my pulse, following the drumbeat in my skull back to awareness.
Releasing his wrists, I pushed my arms between his, forcing them as far up as I could. It wasn’t enough to break his grip, but it gave me just enough room to tuck my legs up into my chest. The pain of my broken ribs tried to steal my breath again, but I focused on that pulse, timing my breath to the heavy thumps.
I wedged one foot up between his outstretched arms and kicked hard, my heel striking his nose with a wet crunch. I kicked again, then again, then braced myself.
With an animalistic battle cry, Gregor swung me down toward the ground.
I lurched forward, just getting my hands around the back of his neck and pulling him down with me. When we hit the ground, my knee was just under his solar plexus, and the full weight of his own attack combined with his body weight to drive my knee into his sternum and the mana core beneath it.
I felt something move and break in my leg or maybe my hip. Everything hurt as I was crushed beneath Gregor, so it was hard to tell. The arena flashed black, then slowly faded back in, blurry around the edges but still there. It was quiet. Almost peaceful, like a fine place to just lay back and die.
Gregor rolled off me, lying on his side just next to me. His mouth was opening and closing rapidly, his eyes bulging. Then he gagged and a stream of vomit splashed onto the platform between us.
A sufficiently hard strike to the mana core was a lot like getting kicked between the legs. And I’d just delivered enough force to his sternum to break my hip, I was pretty sure.
The official was on the platform with us now, shouting, but everything sounded like I had my head in a vat of tar. Still, I got the jist.
Rolling through Gregor’s sick, I pushed him over on his back and forced myself up on one knee, sending lightning bolts of pain through my entire body. I raised my clenched fist and tried to meet Gregor’s eyes, though neither one of us seemed to be able to focus. “Do you…forfeit?”
He coughed, shaking his head. I gathered as much strength as I could manage and punched him in the solar plexus, sending his body into convulsions of sickness and pain.
“Forfeit?” I asked again, struggling to even get the word out.
Gregor coughed up vomity drool and spit on the floor. A single, shallow nod, and then his eyes closed.
A firm but careful hand pulled me away from Gregor. I screamed as something shifted in my hip, and the hand released me, letting me fall onto my back. The official was speaking quickly, but the words were meaningless.
The blurriness around the edges of my vision grew more intense, going black and slowly swallowing everything I could see. One last thought tumbled through my tired brain before I lost consciousness.
I won.
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Comments
Demian Buckle
Thank you for the Chapter.
Is it just me or is this 1 of the most intense battles of the whole series
Alex Zuyav
It could have been cool but it wont happen any time soon, since there wasn't any build up of any Sovereign in the story save Agrona, thus it will be probably be Nico and other scythes who will fight Arthur.
Aaron
Well I've said before that since arthur and sylvie are ONE right now, and silvie is agronas daughter, arthur would probably have the right to challenge a sovereign. I think agrona would find it interesting so would allow it. Also I think aurthur has more to grow but could probably beat a weaker asura now.
Blain
I have this suspicion that Arthur isn’t about to challenge Nico. I feel he will challenge a different scythe. Even though they are currently enemies I think Arthur still values his friend. Plus if his goal is to make an impact and sway Agrona’s view of him I believe he would want to challenge and handedly defeat the strongest scythe to make the most impact. Plus you have to remember scythes aren’t the top. Agrona still has the rest of the Asuras that follow him. Scythes are just the peak of the lesser blooded people but still relatively low on the totem pole of his actual war power. After all Agrona is trying to wage war against ephoatus. Vritria blooded are just pawns for that war path
Aaron
Ya seth and his sister are a nice little side story. Most alt povs so far were just there to gush over arthur in typical shonen/Mary sue style.
Everyone keeps talking about seth’s sister who was she again?
Aaron
What kinda twist would there be if Cecile does interrupt the fight between nico and grey...and grey uses that chance to take them both and escape into the relic tombs? THAT is a possible twist right now.
But i do hope arthur gets a dragon transformation😍. Maybe like the 9 colored great dragon of Douluo Dalu world hehe. I can already imagine kezess, windsom, aldir and the other asura reaction
Meh pretty sure its going to end with tessia and cecilia fusion and nico switching to dicathen.
Who bought the lance pack just to get a hold of this like me? Lol
I really hope that Grey(Arthur) stays focused on the task at hand, which is protecting his family. This includes killing that SIMP Nico and potentially Cecilia again.
If this isn't the student of mr masochist Arthur Leywin I don't know what is.
Friendly consumer
He's had many victories throughout the recent books, just that a war is grand so his monumental achievements for him and dicathen were great, or the relictombs stuff but for a story altering victory it'd mean not killing a Scythe but all the lessurans or by killing an Asura, which I predicted in the discord would be Kiros (sovereign of Vechor, at Victoriad) and others have started speculating it.
Friendly consumer
Power of friendship is drastically bad, ruins every series it touches. TBATE doesn't have it thankfully, we have cores as a solid power scaling system, not some bs.
dr yeet
wow
Breamson 𒉭
I mean if you think about „fairness“ then it should be differenced in weight as well, but I think that with augmenting and being skilled, the difference really isn’t that big
wait. why do girls and boys fight against each other? it should be very unfair because of the difference in their physical abilities . Are the Victoriad organizers okay in the head?
Vanessa Lim
AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH that was so HYPE!!! ❤️ Looking forward to the next chapter!!!
Whenever I see a background characters POV I usually always thing noooo but turtleme always does an amazing job at making them interesting informative cool af power of friendship and determination love it
Justin Garcia
I can’t wait till Arthur discloses to Seth who he is and what his sister had done to his people.
Them Milviews, it's in their blood.
Jason
Well damn that was exhilarating!
OTSojourner
someone has been watching Cobra Kai. :P Great Chapter.
Jesse Gibson
Dude same!!! My heart was pounding and my emotions were a roller coaster of excited, happy, nervous, angry and f yeaaaaaaaaa! I was all over the place, fully immersed in it. Such good writing.
Jesse Gibson
Omg, this was amazing!! Goooooo Seth!!! Thanks for the hard work Turtle! I was so into this, my heart was pounding and I was so nervous! Loved this!
Jordan
Man this chapter was AMAZING
Amazing chapter, writing was fantastic
What a fucking chapter, holy hell!
Totally agree with Scott Nagel, I loved every word in this! This was an outstanding chapter, I love these chapters/parts from the students perspectives, I think it really adds to the realism and substance of the world. Perfect execution in showing that everyone in the world is living their own story
Scott Nagel
This is why Turtle is so good. Wasn’t that invested in these characters because of the kids relative insignificance in the big picture, but Seth’s fight gave me shivers. It felt so visceral and real in my mind. This isn’t even peak fiction or peak writing, it’s just peak art. It’s really that good when you can make someone physically feel something out of nothing. Love ya turtle.
Bernardo De Cabrio
Well, I think even if he doesn't know, when the 'negotiations' between Alacrya and Dicathen happened (I think the chapter was called 'Ultimatum' at the beginning of vol 5), they clearly said that they would kill the royal families and that probably wouldn't have changed even though they did not immediately surrender and hand over Dicathen. Meaning Arthur probably thinks they are all dead (with the exception of Tess and Virion)
Mark
Great chapter but I also can't wait for the Arthur VS Scythe beatdown. It has been so long since Arthur had a story altering victory that means something, not just Relictombs training or beating up on scrubs while holding back. I miss those book 1-4 feel good victories. Arthur has had so many losses over the past 4 books, He is past due for a dominating victory to strike fear to all Asuras and let them know that lessers can bite back.
Sam
I think prior to Arthur vs Nico, I think dranvee will step up to fight. Upon hearing his name and figuring out who he is he’ll recall the xyrus academy attack he will get enraged and then proceed to decimate him
Bastian Cole
Always nice to come back to TBATE on fridays. But im still miffed that Tapas has stopped taking novel submissions as of this month. Well there goes my dream of being a fulltime wn author.
I get why no chapter so the children don’t get thrown away and forgotten when it’s supposed to be about them as well I’m excited for next chapter though
You definitely are not alone in that hope
Varday Jacobs
where was Volk unruh said ?
Axel Karlsson
Just wondering, does Arthur know about the fate of the kings and queens of dicathen? He never saw them (when they were dead), i believe, and i dont think they have said anything about it while he’s been in alacrya
Fluxxx
Fun fact: Volk unruh is german and it means more or less unsettled race/nation, this could be a hint toward the tensions between Shez-Clar and Vechor or just foreshadowing how the people of Alacrya will act in the coming chapters...
DGmG
i was worried that i wouldnt like these student battles, but the way it was written in this tiny isolated story arc was perfect. but man i really want to see more arthur greatness
Edd R
I wonder if grey wouldve stepped in at all had his students fights gone bad
This was so awesome!!!
am i the only one that's hoping for seth to win the tournament to ultimately be killed by arthur out of revenge for all his fallen comrades that got killed because of seth's sister? cause i feel like that's something that can happen...
Konomi
I love this chapter so much. I love Seth. That was wonderful, thank you so much turtle. I think he was the perfect POV for the Victoriad, since he's actually invested in the smaller victories and his classmates. Their interactions are pretty cute. He's adorable. Well done
Michael Malcolm
Seth for the big win. Really dug deep for this one.
Irakli Jishkariani
Great chapter. What a win for seth
As much as I want to see Arthur Kick Nicos STUPID ASS I think it's going to be more complicated than just Arthur vs Nico there still is Cecilia/Tessia that could show up and make Arthur lose his mind
TUXEDO MAN 69
I was thinking the same thing
Carth
Mannnnnn a seth pov is great story and I love seeing all the students hard work paying off… but please give me that scythe beatdown. I’m dying over here waiting for Arthur to just murder Nico
Rucket
I liked getting seths point of view for his win but it feels like you’re edging the Arthur vs nico fight I desperately want
Awesome chapter hopefully Seth can heal quickly
David
I always enjoy POVs that aren’t Arthur’s. There’s a reason for other characters. :) The kids are enjoying themselves with a tournament but I have a feeling something will hit the fan.
David Harbert
Happy to see Seth get a sort-of redemption for his family here, getting the time of day. I also felt like the fight between Mayla and Gregor mimicked the fight between Videl and Spopovitch in Dragonball Z, with the way Gregor kept her from leaving the ring.
Now is arth’s time to destroy!!
AntiMatterDynamite
this was a good episode, seth's win was a long time coming.... but cmon i wanna see arthur smash someone up
Jacob S
Apparently…
Evankhell
Anticipation is going to turn my hair grey but I am absolutely thankful for this chapter. Leave no detail unturned, we get there when we get there gotdammit lol
Jon Chefitz
Great chapter and we got all the names of the scythes which is so awesome. Also I’m happy we got all of the student battles out off the way so we can get back to art but i really did love this chapter. Great W for Seth! Thanks turtle!
So there are six scythes? Seris, Cadell, Nico, Dragoth, Viessa, and Melzri?
Soundd Wavess
Big W for seth L gregor L fighting style L bloodrock academy
Aye really great chapter
Let's goooooo seth!!!!
no arthur 😭😭
Cal
Ayyyy
CZPokeblade
Seth did it!
Gamer Guide
My heart was about to EXPLODE with anticipation!!!!
yay!
Meer
🔥🔥
Jim Payne
Right at 1:00EST. Just hovering over that post button!
SouperRiskyyy
Let's gooooo
Grimsley
Ayo I've been waiting for this all week
