Gilgamesh looked up at the skybox and frowned, looking for any sense of resemblance of distraught from his rival. Allanon, however, was merely speaking to a worthless warlock. Gilgamesh spat in his general direction and without pause walked to the exit of the arena. The two orc-guards standing at the door shifted their spears to block the King from exiting just yet. He made eye contact with one of the orcs before speaking solemnly.
“If you value your meaningless life, I suggest you let me through,” His comment was accompanied by two shimmering, golden portals, threatening to pierce both of the orcs. The other orc, in a fit of fear, brought his polearm up. The orc who maintained eye contact left his polearm, defying the Gilded King. Both portals turned to the orc, shooting spears of his own, both pinning the Orc against the colosseum wall. The second orc, squealed like a pig as he saw his companion bleed out against the wall. Gilgamesh kicked the wooden door open, ungracefully unhinging it from the wall.
“I am in no mood to be defied.” Gilgamesh muttered as he began to descend into the arena’s dungeon. A small smile came to his face at the thought of Zanzibar having to deal with the paperwork from the King’s actions. He continued down the path until he met Blog and Zanzibar waiting in the dungeon. The unscathed Gilgamesh gave the Goblin a nod before turning his head to Zanzibar.
“Take me from this place immediately. I no longer wish to be here.” Gilgamesh was in a sour mood and would not be denied his requests. The frown on his face made it clear to Zanzibar that he was not in a pleasant mood. Blog had learned Gilgamesh’s many signs of anger and recognized this one, making sure to avoid eye contact.
“Yes my Liege,” Zanzibar gave a little bow, slightly confused on why the King was in a foul mood. Winning the battle so handedly would please most gladiators and definitely pleased Zanzibar. The money he made from this match already surpassed his initial investment of the Golden Prime. The two began to exit their stay from the colosseum before a small ringing was heard from Blog’s earpiece. Gilgamesh stopped his master in hopes that he got what he came for. Blog began to nod as the voice began to speak and spoke with meaningless “Mhm….uh huh.” sporadically through the conversation. The conversation ended with a “Got it. Will do,” from Blog before pointing to a man covered in plated armor. “You, Argento get up. The crowd is thirsty for more entertainment. They’re moving your match with Allanon to right now.” The Paladin got up from his seat in the cell.
Blog turned his head to Gilgamesh, “And you, Gilgamesh, Allanon wants to fight you too.” A mischievous grin erupted onto Gilgamesh’s face. He crossed his arms and leaned against a wall before he was about to speak.
“No.” Zanzibar spoke with a frown on his face. Gilgamesh taken aback glared at his current master and grit his teeth. Blog touched his earpiece again to make a call. Gilgamesh grabbed Zanzibar by the shoulder and hissed through his teeth, “How dare you speak for a King? My wish is to destroy Allanon.”
Zanzibar waved his hand and gave the King a soft smile. “You are worth more than that to him my liege. I also need some incentive to let you fight.”
Blog spoke up from the other side of the dungeon, apparently repeating what he had just heard. “One thousand gold coins for the match since it’s so short notice.” Zanzibar frowned and shook his head, putting his hand up in protest. Gilgamesh was getting anxious, impatiently shaking his leg.
The goblin let a long sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose before speaking. “Yeah he still ain’t biting boss. Alright here he is.” Blog took out his earpiece and walked over to Zanzibar, handing it over to him. Zanzibar quickly shifted moods, much more confident and calm than before. Putting in the earpiece, Gilgamesh could hear a frustrated voice screaming into Zanzibar’s ear. Maintaining his calm composure Zanzibar spoke.
“Yeah unfortunately the King is a little tired from his match and does not wish to fight another match today. Maybe some other time,” his voice was patronizing, obviously inciting anger on the other side of the line. Some shouting was heard on the other line before Zanzibar spoke once more.
“I ,however, have some influence over Gilgamesh and if I could be persuaded I could see to it that he fights.” A sly grin came to his face as he heard that he would get what he would ask for.
“I want ten thousand gold coins in advance of the fight and I want to be the official shoutcaster for the fight.” The cunning grin Zanzibar wore spread over to Gilgamesh’s face. “It is done then. He will be up shortly.”
“You are quite the cunning fox, Zanzibar.” Gilgamesh praised the demon, giving him a smile. While he had gained no pleasure in serving others, he was glad that he had met this man.
“I try my liege. Now why don’t you and that Argento fellow discuss how you will destroy Allanon. I better be going off to the skybox.” Zanzibar spoke with cheerfulness before heading off.
Blog walked over to the cell holding the Holy Knight and opened the door, escorting him alongside Gilgamesh. The knight known as Argento kept his head down in silence as he approached the Gilded King.
Both men, familiar with the arena, habitually walked over to the elevator. Gilgamesh glared over to the Holy Paladin, his head down in silence the entire way over.
“I would prepare thyself Knight. This brute revels in the bloodshed of the arena,” his voice thick of disgust for Allanon. Gil glanced over, awkwardly waiting for a response from the silent Knight.
Argento raised his head slightly before responding, “Then it shall be a victory when he falls.” Gilgamesh sighed a breath of relief at the paladin’s cooperative words.
[b] “Yes it will be,” he sighed as the two stepped onto the elevator. The cogs shifted into gear as they two began to ascend into the pit. The audience still as loud and obnoxious as ever. Gilgamesh, however, smiled as he heard the announcer give the introduction of the fight.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I ensure you that this will be the fight of the century. The famed, noble Argento who had escaped slavery but yet returned is allied with the tenacious King Gilgamesh. Their opponent is the brutal slayer, Allanon!” Zanzibar’s voice was a pleasant sound for once and reminded Gil that he was much closer to succeeding his goal.
The two came to a grinding halt as the elevator reached the colosseum. The sight of the two primes caused the audience to cheer with gratuitous uproar. Their shouts were deafening many had began to jump from their seats.
“Fighting for entertainment sickens me.” Gilgamesh frowned as if he had a taste of something sour in his mouth.
Argento smirked and turned his head to the Gilded King, “You and I both.” Across both the primes stood Allanon, his legendary warhammer slung over his shoulder like a baseball bat. His face was not amused and he readied himself as the primes entered the battlefield. Allanon wasted no time, all of his attention was on Gilgamesh. He dashed towards the Gilded King, smashing his warhammer right where Gilgamesh was. A bead of sweat dripped down Gil’s face, he barely jumped out of the way of the warhammer. It’s devastation sending tremors through the earth and sprouting a large crack in the colosseum floor. Gilgamesh was given no time to breath. The mad demon was swinging furiously, his warhammer swinging as fast as if he were swinging a twig.
“Aaaaaand they’re off. Allanon seems to be focused on Gilgamesh. With that Golden hair it's not hard to see why.” Zanzibar teased from the skybox, enjoying himself.
Gil kept retreating, managing to avoid the wild blows that Allanon is trying to deliver. A bright light blinded Gilgamesh for a second before a large hammer crashed into the Demon’s back. Allanon buckled to his knees, giving room for Gilgamesh to breath. He glared at Argento before growling, “You will not interrupt me, Holy Knight!” He managed to get those words out before gilded weaponry began to descend on him. The first spear pierced his leg, startling him. The rest of the weaponry didn’t hit their mark as Allanon gave an enormous swing, the gust of air causing enough force to stop the projectiles in their tracks and fall harmlessly onto the floor.
“You overestimate yourself, mongrel. It seems as if you think you can take on two opponents.” Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes at the demon.
“I crushed you once, I’ll be able to do it again.” Allanon spat with venom.
“Try me, mutt.” Gilgamesh replied. Allanon gathered himself before ripping the golden spear out of his thigh. Gil opened a golden portal, before weilding a golden sword in his hands. The weight of one of his blades felt much nicer than the worthless shit that the arena gave him. Argento was upon the demon, swinging his Day’suis with vindiction. His hammer collided with the goliath’s chest, sliding back Allanon a few feet. Argento followed it up with an overhead bash to the head, however Allanon grabbed the Day’suis and tossed the paladin aside with ease. As Argento tumbled on the floor Gilgamesh ran towards Allanon, speaking as he passed by the Holy Knight.
“You have served your King well. Continue to do so, knight.” As Argento recovered, he had a quizzical look on his face, unaware of Gil’s unusual references. Gil ran towards the unholy monster, Allanon’s warhammer impending. Gil dashed to the side, missing the warhammer and allowing him a quick, superficial slice to the demon’s arm. Allanon brought his warhammer over his shoulder with one arm and punched Gilgamesh with the other. The large demonic fist struck Gil in his face, knocking him back several yards and forced his vision to go black for a few seconds.
“Ooooooh. That one looked like it hurt. It seems that this fight is going to give Allanon the run for his money.” Zanzibar continued on to try and entertain the audience. Gilgamesh couldn’t help but feel as if his master was enjoying this a little too much. Allanon stomped towards Gil, just as he was attempting to stand back on his feet. Allanon brought his warhammer up just as an insanely bright light shone from the Paladin’s weapon. The demon brought his hand to cover his eyes, cringing at the intense brightness. Gilgamesh took this opportunity to get onto his knee and slice a little more deeply into Allanon’s chest. Out of reflex, Allanon swiped his warhammer at Gil, the weapon colliding with the King’s stomach. Gilgamesh flew backwards, his back hitting the arena wall. The air escaped him and he was gasping for air, placing his hand over probably more than a few broken ribs.
Argento was already covering for Gilgamesh, allowing for him to recover. The paladin’s face was stoic and serious, completely absorbed into the battle. Gilgamesh winced as he stood up, waving his hand summoning an array of golden portals to support his temporary ally. Lowering his arm, the weaponry fired at Allanon, forcing the demon to raise his weapon to block the oncoming swords and spears. This gave time for Argento to swing his Day’suis down upon Allanon’s face, forcing the giant demon to eat the dirt.
Allanon spat out the dirt from his mouth and yanked the Paladin’s legs to the ground, forcing Argento onto his ass. He brought down his fist punching into the Paladin’s armor. Three portals opened around Allanon, firing at close range. Allanon’s reflexes were only so fast. Swirling onto his feet, the somehow nimble demon avoided the first two blades entirely. The last blade, a sword, however was too fast for him to avoid. He grabbed the blade with his bare hands, the blade slicing it as it slowly deaccelerated. Allanon tossed the bloody sword to the ground before picking up his warhammer with his sliced hands.
Argento and Gilgamesh were standing side by side, each wielding their respective weaponry and similarly an all too intense face.
“If you value your meaningless life, I suggest you let me through,” His comment was accompanied by two shimmering, golden portals, threatening to pierce both of the orcs. The other orc, in a fit of fear, brought his polearm up. The orc who maintained eye contact left his polearm, defying the Gilded King. Both portals turned to the orc, shooting spears of his own, both pinning the Orc against the colosseum wall. The second orc, squealed like a pig as he saw his companion bleed out against the wall. Gilgamesh kicked the wooden door open, ungracefully unhinging it from the wall.
“I am in no mood to be defied.” Gilgamesh muttered as he began to descend into the arena’s dungeon. A small smile came to his face at the thought of Zanzibar having to deal with the paperwork from the King’s actions. He continued down the path until he met Blog and Zanzibar waiting in the dungeon. The unscathed Gilgamesh gave the Goblin a nod before turning his head to Zanzibar.
“Take me from this place immediately. I no longer wish to be here.” Gilgamesh was in a sour mood and would not be denied his requests. The frown on his face made it clear to Zanzibar that he was not in a pleasant mood. Blog had learned Gilgamesh’s many signs of anger and recognized this one, making sure to avoid eye contact.
“Yes my Liege,” Zanzibar gave a little bow, slightly confused on why the King was in a foul mood. Winning the battle so handedly would please most gladiators and definitely pleased Zanzibar. The money he made from this match already surpassed his initial investment of the Golden Prime. The two began to exit their stay from the colosseum before a small ringing was heard from Blog’s earpiece. Gilgamesh stopped his master in hopes that he got what he came for. Blog began to nod as the voice began to speak and spoke with meaningless “Mhm….uh huh.” sporadically through the conversation. The conversation ended with a “Got it. Will do,” from Blog before pointing to a man covered in plated armor. “You, Argento get up. The crowd is thirsty for more entertainment. They’re moving your match with Allanon to right now.” The Paladin got up from his seat in the cell.
Blog turned his head to Gilgamesh, “And you, Gilgamesh, Allanon wants to fight you too.” A mischievous grin erupted onto Gilgamesh’s face. He crossed his arms and leaned against a wall before he was about to speak.
“No.” Zanzibar spoke with a frown on his face. Gilgamesh taken aback glared at his current master and grit his teeth. Blog touched his earpiece again to make a call. Gilgamesh grabbed Zanzibar by the shoulder and hissed through his teeth, “How dare you speak for a King? My wish is to destroy Allanon.”
Zanzibar waved his hand and gave the King a soft smile. “You are worth more than that to him my liege. I also need some incentive to let you fight.”
Blog spoke up from the other side of the dungeon, apparently repeating what he had just heard. “One thousand gold coins for the match since it’s so short notice.” Zanzibar frowned and shook his head, putting his hand up in protest. Gilgamesh was getting anxious, impatiently shaking his leg.
The goblin let a long sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose before speaking. “Yeah he still ain’t biting boss. Alright here he is.” Blog took out his earpiece and walked over to Zanzibar, handing it over to him. Zanzibar quickly shifted moods, much more confident and calm than before. Putting in the earpiece, Gilgamesh could hear a frustrated voice screaming into Zanzibar’s ear. Maintaining his calm composure Zanzibar spoke.
“Yeah unfortunately the King is a little tired from his match and does not wish to fight another match today. Maybe some other time,” his voice was patronizing, obviously inciting anger on the other side of the line. Some shouting was heard on the other line before Zanzibar spoke once more.
“I ,however, have some influence over Gilgamesh and if I could be persuaded I could see to it that he fights.” A sly grin came to his face as he heard that he would get what he would ask for.
“I want ten thousand gold coins in advance of the fight and I want to be the official shoutcaster for the fight.” The cunning grin Zanzibar wore spread over to Gilgamesh’s face. “It is done then. He will be up shortly.”
“You are quite the cunning fox, Zanzibar.” Gilgamesh praised the demon, giving him a smile. While he had gained no pleasure in serving others, he was glad that he had met this man.
“I try my liege. Now why don’t you and that Argento fellow discuss how you will destroy Allanon. I better be going off to the skybox.” Zanzibar spoke with cheerfulness before heading off.
Blog walked over to the cell holding the Holy Knight and opened the door, escorting him alongside Gilgamesh. The knight known as Argento kept his head down in silence as he approached the Gilded King.
Both men, familiar with the arena, habitually walked over to the elevator. Gilgamesh glared over to the Holy Paladin, his head down in silence the entire way over.
“I would prepare thyself Knight. This brute revels in the bloodshed of the arena,” his voice thick of disgust for Allanon. Gil glanced over, awkwardly waiting for a response from the silent Knight.
Argento raised his head slightly before responding, “Then it shall be a victory when he falls.” Gilgamesh sighed a breath of relief at the paladin’s cooperative words.
[b] “Yes it will be,” he sighed as the two stepped onto the elevator. The cogs shifted into gear as they two began to ascend into the pit. The audience still as loud and obnoxious as ever. Gilgamesh, however, smiled as he heard the announcer give the introduction of the fight.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I ensure you that this will be the fight of the century. The famed, noble Argento who had escaped slavery but yet returned is allied with the tenacious King Gilgamesh. Their opponent is the brutal slayer, Allanon!” Zanzibar’s voice was a pleasant sound for once and reminded Gil that he was much closer to succeeding his goal.
The two came to a grinding halt as the elevator reached the colosseum. The sight of the two primes caused the audience to cheer with gratuitous uproar. Their shouts were deafening many had began to jump from their seats.
“Fighting for entertainment sickens me.” Gilgamesh frowned as if he had a taste of something sour in his mouth.
Argento smirked and turned his head to the Gilded King, “You and I both.” Across both the primes stood Allanon, his legendary warhammer slung over his shoulder like a baseball bat. His face was not amused and he readied himself as the primes entered the battlefield. Allanon wasted no time, all of his attention was on Gilgamesh. He dashed towards the Gilded King, smashing his warhammer right where Gilgamesh was. A bead of sweat dripped down Gil’s face, he barely jumped out of the way of the warhammer. It’s devastation sending tremors through the earth and sprouting a large crack in the colosseum floor. Gilgamesh was given no time to breath. The mad demon was swinging furiously, his warhammer swinging as fast as if he were swinging a twig.
“Aaaaaand they’re off. Allanon seems to be focused on Gilgamesh. With that Golden hair it's not hard to see why.” Zanzibar teased from the skybox, enjoying himself.
Gil kept retreating, managing to avoid the wild blows that Allanon is trying to deliver. A bright light blinded Gilgamesh for a second before a large hammer crashed into the Demon’s back. Allanon buckled to his knees, giving room for Gilgamesh to breath. He glared at Argento before growling, “You will not interrupt me, Holy Knight!” He managed to get those words out before gilded weaponry began to descend on him. The first spear pierced his leg, startling him. The rest of the weaponry didn’t hit their mark as Allanon gave an enormous swing, the gust of air causing enough force to stop the projectiles in their tracks and fall harmlessly onto the floor.
“You overestimate yourself, mongrel. It seems as if you think you can take on two opponents.” Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes at the demon.
“I crushed you once, I’ll be able to do it again.” Allanon spat with venom.
“Try me, mutt.” Gilgamesh replied. Allanon gathered himself before ripping the golden spear out of his thigh. Gil opened a golden portal, before weilding a golden sword in his hands. The weight of one of his blades felt much nicer than the worthless shit that the arena gave him. Argento was upon the demon, swinging his Day’suis with vindiction. His hammer collided with the goliath’s chest, sliding back Allanon a few feet. Argento followed it up with an overhead bash to the head, however Allanon grabbed the Day’suis and tossed the paladin aside with ease. As Argento tumbled on the floor Gilgamesh ran towards Allanon, speaking as he passed by the Holy Knight.
“You have served your King well. Continue to do so, knight.” As Argento recovered, he had a quizzical look on his face, unaware of Gil’s unusual references. Gil ran towards the unholy monster, Allanon’s warhammer impending. Gil dashed to the side, missing the warhammer and allowing him a quick, superficial slice to the demon’s arm. Allanon brought his warhammer over his shoulder with one arm and punched Gilgamesh with the other. The large demonic fist struck Gil in his face, knocking him back several yards and forced his vision to go black for a few seconds.
“Ooooooh. That one looked like it hurt. It seems that this fight is going to give Allanon the run for his money.” Zanzibar continued on to try and entertain the audience. Gilgamesh couldn’t help but feel as if his master was enjoying this a little too much. Allanon stomped towards Gil, just as he was attempting to stand back on his feet. Allanon brought his warhammer up just as an insanely bright light shone from the Paladin’s weapon. The demon brought his hand to cover his eyes, cringing at the intense brightness. Gilgamesh took this opportunity to get onto his knee and slice a little more deeply into Allanon’s chest. Out of reflex, Allanon swiped his warhammer at Gil, the weapon colliding with the King’s stomach. Gilgamesh flew backwards, his back hitting the arena wall. The air escaped him and he was gasping for air, placing his hand over probably more than a few broken ribs.
Argento was already covering for Gilgamesh, allowing for him to recover. The paladin’s face was stoic and serious, completely absorbed into the battle. Gilgamesh winced as he stood up, waving his hand summoning an array of golden portals to support his temporary ally. Lowering his arm, the weaponry fired at Allanon, forcing the demon to raise his weapon to block the oncoming swords and spears. This gave time for Argento to swing his Day’suis down upon Allanon’s face, forcing the giant demon to eat the dirt.
Allanon spat out the dirt from his mouth and yanked the Paladin’s legs to the ground, forcing Argento onto his ass. He brought down his fist punching into the Paladin’s armor. Three portals opened around Allanon, firing at close range. Allanon’s reflexes were only so fast. Swirling onto his feet, the somehow nimble demon avoided the first two blades entirely. The last blade, a sword, however was too fast for him to avoid. He grabbed the blade with his bare hands, the blade slicing it as it slowly deaccelerated. Allanon tossed the bloody sword to the ground before picking up his warhammer with his sliced hands.
Argento and Gilgamesh were standing side by side, each wielding their respective weaponry and similarly an all too intense face.
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