The City of God: Repairs & Rebuilding

[Gilgamesh]

Gilgamesh panted heavily,the hot sun beat down upon Gilgamesh as he murdered these heathens . Raising his arm to block out the sun, he looked for where that brute had landed. From within the large cloud of sand, the barbarian with a large vocabulary stirred and let out a pained groan. Pushing himself off the ground, his legs wobbled as he put weight on them. Managing to stand upright, he wiped the blood that had drooled out of his mouth. His eyes, as sharp as daggers, were filled with hatred as the Golden King came into his vision. Letting out a battle cry, the barbarian charged, brandishing his massive fists. Gilgamesh sighed at the warriors tiresome and verbose banter.

“I will nevermore capitulate!” The barbarian screamed, raising his massive meat hammers into the air as he bolted.

Gil rolled his eyes and snapped his wrist, the blood on his sword ran down the blade. The steel glistened in the sunlight. Gilgamesh calmly strode towards Dudgeon and as they met, forcefully slammed the hilt of his sword into the creature’s head. The bandit clutched his forehead and fell to his knees. Blood trickled down from the mongrel’s scalp and left a trail of red over his head. With a blank expression on his face, Gilgamesh brought up his sword as one would raise a fly swatter. Dudgeon’s fist suddenly slammed itself into Gilgamesh’s stomach, skidding the King back a few steps. Gil clutched his stomach and gasped for air.

Gritting his teeth, the King opened up an array of portals to decimate the stubborn barbarian. “You mongrels never learn when to just lay down and die,” he growled. The weaponry and golden portals glittered intimidatingly in the sun. “Hopefully your death will bring me some joy,” he hissed.

*Plop*

Ahana’s exhausted body collapsed onto the sand right before Gilgamesh’s feet. She spoke as if she were hallucinating, mumbling each word, “I’m here for you my King!” Her voice was deflated and she had clearly run out of resources. Gilgamesh’s ego boosted up for this was the extent of her newfound loyalty.

Dudgeon’s sand crusted and blood caked body shifted. A sinister grin came onto his face as he spoke. “We will despoil her after your discomfiture!” He spoke with crude malice and a cheeky grin on his face. The spectating crowd of bandits hooted and hollared at their leader’s remark. Gilgamesh swiftly turned his head to the crowd, his eyes shooting down the bandit’s enthusiasm. His behavior seemed more primal, his upper torso shivering in rage with his fist clenched around the sword in his hand.

“You shall not have much to take another breath, let alone defile one of my people!” Gilgamesh shouted, his teeth grit together. Stepping around Ahana, Gilgamesh readied his sword again, with both hands supporting the blade. Dudgeon chuckled at the King’s arrogance and strolled confidently towards him. The King’s rage did not impede on his judgement nor his skills, for he had moved as smooth as silk. Dudgeon’s massive fist shot towards Gilgamesh, who had mastefully weaved underneath it, slicing the barbarian’s chest as he past. Gilgamesh took this chance to sweep his leg, forcing the brute onto a knee. Using this as a stepping stool, Gil flipped over the massive bandit , slicing into his shoulders as he elegantly flipped. Dudgeon groaned in pain before lashing out behind him, smashing his fist into the warm, grainy sand.

Gilgamesh hissed, “I’ve had enough of this. Submit!” With a sound thud, Gilgamesh smacked the back of the bandit’s head with the hilt of his sword. With that the bandit’s stature fell a bit, but Gilgamesh did not relent. He continued to beat the back of Dudgeon’s head into the sand with all of his pent up ire from the failures over the years, his hilt getting more blood splattered on it with each blow. The massive brute eventually fell unconscious to the ground, with the angered King panting over him. Regaining his composure, Gilgamesh grimaced at the bloody bandit as he tossed his sword aside into the sand. Turning his head slightly he had seen that Dudgeon’s allies had already abandoned him, driving off into the sand. Calling into his communicator, Gilgamesh spoke with a sense of defeat.

“All guards this is your King speaking. We have a bandit who needs to be apprehended and thrown into the dungeon. Be sure to rough him up on his way there.” The glowing runes over his skin faded away and a wave of exhaustion rolled over him. Looking over to the unconscious Ahana, Gilgamesh slowly walked over to her. Gil bent over to cradle her in his arms before picking her up with a grunt. He could barely hear her breathing and he let out a sigh. He walked over to the broken segments of the wall and stepped over it. The smouldering wall and buildings depressed him. He hated that trouble always seemed close by.

Passing by the palace, Gilgamesh strolled into the hospital, passing by the busy nurses who seemed like they had enough on their plate. However, each of them parted as Gilgamesh walked, like he was splitting the red sea of nurses. Coming onto a bed, Gilgamesh set Ahana down into it, her breathing still quiet. The nurses already knew of his presence and had sent a girl over to the Gilded King. She timidly tried to speak up and rushed to Gilgamesh, attempting to tend to his wounds.

He spoke calmly and briefly, “Her first.”