Chapter 25:
Heart Dream - How I Got To Chase My Dreams and Myself In Another World!
Richard woke up in a damp, dimly lit spacious room without any books. After closing and opening his eyes, he saw some men with armors as if getting ready to fight, some actually looked like they had just lost a fight. As he woke he was approached by an young man, with eyes like the Duke, who said:
- "Richard, right?" - Richard agreed - "Get up! It's time to fight! Come on, no time to waste!"
- "Wait, what?"
- "Fight! Get your armor and weapon, it's time!" - Richard was still sitting down - "if you don't go to the ring, the fight will come to you!" - Richard noticed as two warriors were approaching him. He understood enough to make a decision and say:
- "Okay, let's get this equipment and fight" - he dressed a full leather armor, a mask, got a training spear and entered the ring.
The atmosphere coursed through him, the energetic crowd, the expansive arena and the vision of his adversary, a warrior with the same equipment and just a little taller than him. He seemed to have won the previous battle. In a second, he jumped at Richard and unleashed a barrage of attacks with his training stick. Quickly, Richard started to defend from his attacks, scared at their speed but keeping up with his foe's rhythm. As his foe alternated between overhead strikes, lateral strikes, and pokes, Richard was able to parry, dodge and defend every hit. It was as if he was already used to them.
Despite that, as Richard was defending, he noticed his foe was losing his temper and getting more intense. He went for a very intense overhead strike, which Richard was able to avoid and attack his foe's head. The warrior moved his head a bit, which softened the hit. The hit caused his mask to fall, revealing his white spiked hair, his stern face and eyes burning red.
- "Mazanlold!" - Richard shouted, recognizing his comrade - "what is wrong with you?"
- "Richard!" - Mazanlold recognized his voice - "how do you dare hit my head?!" - and he went for another hit. Richard defended from this and other two hits, which made him jump back and take a breath before saying:
- "Mazanlold! What is wrong? Your eyes are red!" - Mazanlold was even more angry, he rushed to his corner, and took another drink. He threw his bottle at Richard, who avoided it and shouted at the top of his lungs:
- "You are a disgrace!" - it was easy to notice his tension - "You are a half-assed chicken who cannot do anything worth a dime! You are insane, you see things and you know nothing, nothing at all! You soon will betray us!" - Mazanlold prepared his weapon - "Or would, because I won't let you walk away today" - as he finished he jumped at Richard with all his might.
He unleashed a flurry of attacks, right, poke, left, overhead, left, poke, from the right, and from below. At each hit, Richard defend but dragged and dragged, until he was hit from below. He lowered his defense, and defended a side hit to the stomach. Despite that, he was wide open and took a strong hit on his head. Dizzy, he took another hit, lost his mask and was sent to the other side of the ring.
Clang the fight was over and Richard, knocked down, tried his best to get up. But much to his horror, Mazanlold approached, ready to strike again.
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