The Fallen Kings [M]

[Sasuke Uchiha]

Animated, bloodthirsty, and almost sentient, Allanon’s deadly Warhammer had a mind of its own. The hammer zoomed about the coliseum, showcasing its raw power and vicious intent to end the gilded king’s life. Collision after collision, Gilgamesh desperately gathered his strength to defend himself from the weapon’s onslaught, but was becoming less and less successful. The hammer never seemed to tire and with each blow, the earth trembled under the might that sought to end the, would be king of sands.

Argento, however, was true to his fame and had succeeded at upstaging Allanon. A defiant roar boomed across the crimson sky as a colossal, hot lance of concentrated energy erupted from the paladin’s own hammer. It tore through the air with its impending catastrophe, bearing down on Allanon, and searing his flesh. He did his best to overcome the blast, attempting to overpower and return it, until finally he was forced to mitigate the damage instead. 

The crowd gasped as they watched their champion waver under the might of Argento’s trump card. They had never seen Allanon fail to overpower an attack and though the brute deflected its vigor, many in attendance were shocked and took to hushed whispers. Who were these two? One had managed to injure Allanon and now another had matched his brute power? A bloodthirsty roar of the crowd erupted in response; they were getting their money’s worth today and their cheers reflected it.

“You have impressed me, paladin.” Allanon cooed, displaying a devious smile, “An accomplishment you will grow to regret.” As the words left his lips, instant gratification came in the form of his hammer, blindsiding the paladin. It smashed into the back of his head on is return to Allanon, sending Aregento to the dirt with a hell of a knot forming on his head. Gripping the shaft, Allanon took action. Raising his weapon overhead, he intended to end the paladin. Standing above Argento’s head, the brute thrust the danger end of the hammer down, like one of those strong man carnival games.

Allanon seethed in rage as the impact of his hammer’s collision destroyed the earth and sent tremors in all directions, but it failed to exterminate his foe. Argento had rolled out of harm’s way in the last instant, finding his feet under him just as Allanon lifted him off them. The brute’s mighty war hammer found its prey and collided with Argento’s sternum, rocketing him several yards across the arena. Demonic eyes glistened with glee as they followed the paladin’s limp form skip, slam, and skid across the arena floor right into the trap he had laid in wait.

Deafening sounds of the explosion consumed the coliseum as Allanon admired his handiwork. “For if today I face the sun,” the monster smirked, “then today, you shall die in the shade.”