The Fallen Kings [M]

[Gilgamesh]

Allanon’s hammer prepared for a large swing and Gilgamesh brought up his golden spear to block the blow. The massive weapon, however, gave the treasure enough of a beating. Breaking the spear in two, the weapon smashed Gilgamesh’s shoulder, forcing him to the ground. Gil heard a loud *crack* as the weapon most likely broke his shoulder. This is the end of me. Damn demon and their fel weaponry. However, oblivion did not come for the King. Gil turned his head up to see the hammer twirl towards Allanon’s outstretched hand, bashing Argento as it returned to its owner. Gil’s legs quivered as he tried to get back onto his feet, the pain from his multiple broken bones was more than enough to waver his confidence.

With his legs feeling as if they had a ball and chain attached to them, he opened a portal and took out a sword to use as a crutch. Lifting his limp body off the ground Gil raised his head to see the Paladin trying to keep up with the brutish demon. The infernal warhammer collided with his body, throwing the Holy Knight right on top of the trap that Allanon had set earlier. Gilgamesh’s eyes went wide and he panicked, with a limp he dashed towards the fallen paladin. The fissures on the ground began to rumble and bright with an eerie orange glow. He had no time, the Paladin must be saved. Gil skidded on the dirt feet first, kicking Argento out of the immediate blast zone. The orange crescendoed into a huge explosion, knocking both Gilgamesh and Argento away. The Gilded King was flipped midair before ungracefully plummeting to the floor. On the floor, Gilgamesh sucked in air through his teeth as he rushed his hand to his sore ribs. His head was spinning and he felt his consciousness wane for a second.

A few feet away from him was the Holy Knight, groaning in pain, slowly bringing himself up from the blast. He was the first on his feet from the two, swaying in pace, seeming to have lost his balance. Gilgamesh was able to get on his feet as well, though getting up again would seem like a daunting task. The Holy Knight brought his Day’suis back into a comfortable position from his hands as the Gilded King brought out another sword to weild.

“I appreciate your assistance,” Argento spoke with a sincere tone without taking his eyes off the advancing Demon. Gilgamesh flustered for a second before answering in a denying, angry tone.

“I only did so because you serve some use to me.” The Holy Knighted glanced over with a resenting look in his eyes as Gilgamesh brought up his sword with one hand. Allanon’s gruff voice boomed out to the two Primes.

“Continuing to persevere against me is pointless. I will crush your bodies and your spirits.” He clenched his fist at an attempt of intimidation. Gil brought his hand up to his face and laughed in earnestly. The entire arena went wide with silence as the Gilded King seemed to have lost his mind. Even Zanzibar who was trying to shoutcast the match had went silence. Gilgamesh’s laughter stopped Allanon in his tracks and he raised a single eyebrow in complete confusion

“Is there something that amuses you Goldilocks?” Allanon spoke with anger and impatience. Gilgamesh’s bright red eyes peered through his fingertips. His cheeriness seemed to dampen when his eyes meet Allanon’s vile yellow ones.

“I seem to remember that you said you would show me fifty percent of your power. I wished to destroy you at your full power.” The King broke out a creepy smile, tilting his head slightly. “I now know I wish to see you grovel helplessly. This fight is over” The Gilded King’s armor began to fall off, revealing his upper body. Glowing red tattoos intertwined with purple bruisings of the numerous marks of where Allanon’s hammer met. Gilgamesh’s demeanor overall changed, as if he had gotten a second wind.

Allanon chuckled and playfully tossed his hammer around in his hands, “Just because you stripped to show off your tattoos doesn’t mean you can beat me Goldie.” Gilgamesh dashed towards Allanon with intense speed, that surprised even Argento.

“Oh my Diablo folks, Gilgamesh is a new man and is looking to tear Allanon a new one.” Zanzibar excitedly announced. Gil had no desire to look up but he was sure that Zanzibar was on the edge of his seat. He was already upon Allanon, broadly striking with his sword and which Allanon blocked with the hilt of his warhammer. The mighty Allanon’s staggered at the King’s newfound strength. However, he was the champion of the Arena and he would not be bested by a shirtless fraud. The Demon gathered his strength before pushing off the King’s sword with a grunt and brought his warhammer up for a massive strike.

Argento wasted no time and immediately covered for Gilgamesh, delivering a swift sucker punch to Allanon’s stomach with his Day’suis. Allanon’s rage turned towards Argento for a split second and he reached out to grab the Holy Knight with his massive hand. Gilgamesh, at this point, had recovered and brought his blade down into Allanon’s shoulder blade. The demon roared in pain before ripping out the blade and smacking Gilgamesh with the hilt of his own sword.

Gilgamesh flew backwards, tumbling on his ass before regaining his composure. He brushed off the dust from himself to see Argento flying towards him as well. Gilgamesh ducked, avoiding the Holy Knight Missle. The Gilded King turned back towards his rival, opened a few golden portals to threaten the demon. Allanon chuckled before speaking.

“Do you not know anything else?” The Demon whirled his warhammer around before smashing it into the ground in front of him. Cracks in the earth spread in a spiderweb fashion, crawling underneath Gilgamesh and Argento. Gil gave an unimpressed smirk before the ground beneath him began to glow and shake horribly. Gil fell onto his hands, trying to balance himself. Argento followed suit, tumbling onto his ass. The two primes tried to keep themselves from falling over from the massive tremors, Allanon steadily advanced, unaffected by the earthquake he caused.

“You think that your little party trick can fucking hurt me, cur?” Gilgamesh spat with venom as Allanon walked up. He gave a smug grin before giving his snarky comment.

“No but this will.” The demon’s hammer swung down before three swords appeared from golden portals, blocking the blow. Gilgamesh groaned under the pressure of the blow, barely able to keep the swords up. The hammer inched closer and closer to Gilgamesh’s face before he rolled out of the way. Without the resistance of the swords, Allanon’s hammer smashed into the ground. The still shaking ground made it hard for Gil to get back onto his feet, but the Colosseum wall made it easier to stay balanced. Gilgamesh opened a few portals to threaten Allanon as he advanced towards Gilgamesh. Each sword that was shot was knocked away by a massive swing of his weapon or he merely sidestepped out of its path.

The Fel Earth Magic began to subside and the tremors began to ease into small shakes. Allanon turned to see Argento rise and ready his weapon and looked at Gilgamesh opened an even larger arsenal of weapons ready to fire. He grit his teeth and took a large leap backwards, disengaging from the primes.

“You have no idea what you have unleashed.” Allanon spoke sullenly as his yellow eyes began to shade in until his eyes were completely black.

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