Dragonborn Saga

Chapter 39 Battle Royale

All the twenty-eight participants were in the arena, listening to the rules of the match said by Viarmo on his platform.

The rules were simple; first, the weapon used will be dulled and presented by the arena, second; the spells used must not exceed the apprentice level spells, third; don’t use a special power like the Thu’um for example. And one can be considered out of the match as long as he/she was thrown out of the arena and their feet touched the ground, even if he/she lost consciousness and woke up again, they can continue fighting as long as they were in.

Violators will not be rewarded and will be kicked out.

These rules were for the safety of the participants, the arena was also surrounded by a lot of healers just in case.

This year’s tournament has many good seedlings and the none of the big shots wanted to lose any of them in a meaningless fight.

As everyone choose their weapons from the weapons presented by the arena, the only ones who didn’t move to choose weapons were Rusning and Jon, many foresaw this and it wasn’t strange, Rusning was a mage and even though he wasn’t bad with weapons, he wouldn’t go out of his way to use them. Jon, on the other hand, was going to be a headache even if he didn’t use a weapon, he can use barehanded martial art that no one can predict its movements and he can use magic, he wasn’t going out of his ways either.

Some of the participants, on the other hand, couldn’t find the weapons they fancy and had to use the best ones available they can use.

After a minute or two, the twenty-eight were on the arena looking at each other with silence, even friends distanced themselves from each other, this was going to be bloody and they were getting ready for it.

Unlike Jon and Rusning who just finished the team duels yesterday, the other teams were already getting ready for this event for days.

Most of them were already having strategies to deal with the strong players, even though it is shameful in this match, some alliances were made between many participants.

The judge surveyed the arena and the players, as he made sure everything was in place and no one has smuggled a sharp weapon in, he could signal that all was ready.

In the VIP area, High King Torygg saw that the people around the arena can wait no more and were jumping around like a bunch of baboons so he ordered to haste things up.

In the arena, Jon was being targeted by many participants now, he was known to be the ultimate victor even if he didn’t do well in this match, his overall score was just that good and this round in the tournament didn’t mean much in the score as the point of it was to prove one’s bravery by facing many opponents at once.

As Viarmo announced the start of the round, Jon’s right foot was already in someone’s face, most of the opponents would take time to look at each other and intimidate one another but Jon was going hot on heels and started kicking people.

Sooner than the anticipated wait, everyone started fighting and it turned hectic very soon, this was Jon’s doing.

The situation was getting out of hand very quickly, Jon wanted to end the match quickly as he was already on a schedule and wanted to make spare time to perfect his upcoming plan.

He moved between the opponent and started kicking and punching while avoiding most of the hits, that caused him to pull the aggro of many participants and he was being chased by Ongeim Scar-Mouth and three other goons.

As he saw that, he activated the ’Longstride’ spell and his body was enveloped in green light and started to run like mad.

His speed was doubled due to the spell and shook of who came after him, he was not out of the woods yet as Rusning noticed him and started throwing ’Firebolts’ at him.

As Jon could locate him, he fired back some ’Firebolts’ himself and positioned himself away from Rusning.

This move changed the scenario of the match as Rusning and Jon were on the sides while everyone was caught in the crossfire between them, some participants started falling after this.

The casting speed of the two mages was high and their Magicka regeneration was not that bad, as they were dressed in enchanted gear.

On another side of the arena, Vilkas and Farkas were fighting back to back, they were brothers so that was expected of them.

Another side has Lydia facing Argir alone and no one disturbed their showdown, yet they were avoiding the ’Firebolts’ that were thrown at them from time to time.

Ralof was still using his charging attacks on people and pushed many of them out, Ongeim was getting cornered by three opponents on his own but he was fending them off well as he found two axes that suited his style.

The match was going well for these eight, after a few minutes the crowd was cheering like crazy and all sort of bets were made.

As most of the participants were out of the arena, the remaining ones were the eight that was mentioned earlier.

Farkas and Vilkas picked on Jon, Lydia and Argir were still fighting and it was not going anywhere, Ralof and Ongeim were having some sort of marathon competition against each other as it looked like they were running more than fighting, Rusning, however, was thinning his own presence to regain his breath and some of his Magicka.

Jon was having a hard time against the two brothers, he never faced Vilkas before but it seemed he was a very cunning opponent as he seemed to have analysed all of Jon’s move and was fairing good against him, he even used his brother as a meat-shield sometimes as Farkas was much physically superior to Vilkas.

Jon had to be more creative with these two, he tried so many times but one always avoided as the other attacked.

Chances came and went, and even Jon who was cornered at the side of the arena could finally see one, his main goal was to take Vilkas down and Farkas would be less threat, Farkas was retreating with a big step and Jon didn’t let that opportunity go.

He jumped and stomped at Farkas’s hip with a foot and the other landed on his face, just as Vilkas was advancing to save his brother, Jon used the kick on Farkas’s face as a footing, and his other leg kicked at Vilkas’s head.

Vilkas took the hit perfectly and his head was launched taking the rest of his body out of the arena, the people cheered after they saw that.

Jon who was still landing had no way to control his body now and it seemed that Farkas has taken advantage of the situation and kicked a straight kick at Jon.

Jon was still cornered at the side of the arena and that kick launched him out of the arena.

Disappointed as they were, the people didn’t want to see Jon out of the arena that early, but their disappointment didn’t last long either as they saw the way Jon landed outside the arena.

The rules were; if someone went out of the arena and his feet touched the ground that would mean he is out of the match.

Yet when Jon landed out he tried his best to keep his legs up in the air and stood on his hands.

This made a lot of people to stand up and cheer, a creative way is a creative way no matter how many people said about it.

As Farkas saw this, he knew that Jon would try to return to the arena on his hands, this made him smile and center himself at the way of Jon on the edge of the arena to prevent Jon from going back.

Just as he was doing that, a ’Firebolt’ flew towards him from the back and he was completely open and unprepared for it, he staggered out of the arena and looked back, Rusning was smiling and shrugging his shoulders.

Rusning wasn’t saving Jon, he was aiming for him too and just as he pushed Farkas out, he fired a barrage of ’Firebolts’ again at Jon.

Jon who was on his hand cursed and tried to dodge, he was lucky Rusning was far so his aim was a bit off, yet Rusning was getting nearer.

Jon pushed with his hands as much as he could and could land his feet in the arena but Rusning was closer now and his casting rate reached its apex, Jon was dodging left and right before even standing yet.

The people started clapping when Jon landed his feet on the arena.

As he was doing that, he spotted a shield on the ground and jumped to take it.

Jon wasn’t going to use the shield to guard himself, as he held it he rotated his body and threw the shield at Rusning like a frisbee.

Rusning was shocked and tried to make a ’Matrix Dodge’ yet he fell on his butt, the shield flew and hit the head of the unlucky Ongeim who was fighting Ralof behind Rusning.

The shield made a perfect hit on the back of Ongeim’s neck which made him black out, Ralof took the chance and carried Ongeim then ran towards the side of the arena to throw him out, suddenly the power returned back to Ongeim and he clenched on Ralof when he was falling pulling him with him. The two went outside the arena together.

Jon wasn’t even looking at them as he jumped on Rusning and knocked him out, throwing him outside the arena and looking back to see who was left.

To no surprise, Argir has just defeated Lydia and kicked her out of the arena, now the only two remained were Jon and Argir.

The crowd was hyped after the last two faced each other, Jon and Argir were not smiling however, they were tired and out of breath by now.

Argir didn’t wait for Jon to catch his breath and attacked, slash slash stab, Jon who was not armed could only dodge these fast attacks.

Argir kept draining himself and attacked faster, he could injure Jon few times, Jon was counter-attacking with ’Lightning Bolt’ spells on close range but his aim was off due to the fast attacks of Argir.

Finally, Argir made a mistake and stabbed slower than his usual as his body also leaned more forward, Jon took the chance and attacked Argir hand with his own hand, kicked him in his unguarded area in his armor, headlocked him and performed a ’Drape Drop Takedown’ (DDT).

Argir who was already out of breath didn’t last after this combo and went to dreamland.

Jon, however, was panting for breath beside the fallen Argir and barely stood up after it while the crowd was cheering.

He pulled Argir and pushed him out the arena then sat on it breathing hard.

Viarmo stood up from his chair and announced the winner as ’Jon of the White Wolves’.

Wulfur and Battle-Born ran down from the crowd and ran to Jon holding him up and bringing the potions to him.

All the healers started taking care of the after match first aid, lucky enough, no one died this year.

The VIPs started coming down to the arena after the participants were fixed up and stood behind High King Torygg.

The participants were brought and few words of encouragement were said, they were all going to be rewarded as it seemed, of course, nothing close to the reward of the victor.

A grand party will be held to celebrate the tournament and hand the rewards right after this.

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[A/N: The chapter is meh :/ I know, I am a bit out of ideas for this chapter anyway.]

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