Adventures of Bane. P2 Bane.

Adeventures of Bane Part two i hope you like and continue to follow.

Bane

 

 

The arena master raised his arms to the crowd and they hushed their shouts and screams for violence. “Are you ready you dirty maggots?”  He smiled and laughed “Oh I can’t hear you?” The crowd roared so loud the ground shook with vibrations.  “Now that’s more like it!”  He clapped. “Now are you ready?” He pointed to Bane and Lertane who both nodded their heads stiffly.

“We have some worthy talent today ladies and gents! All the way from the farms of our very own country we have Bane! The very man who threw the rebellion at our king!” The screams of joy brought a smile to Banes face. He remembered those days oh too well.

“And from the depths of the darkest pit in the beautiful lands of Pythainia, we have the mighty arena fighter Lertane Walrax!”  Boos were thrown at Lertane like angry bee hives. Lertane merely smiled back and raised his sword at them in a violent insult.
Then his arms dropped to his sides. The crowd bellowed as if one huge angry beast. Bane watched as the man who was about to slaughter him raised his short sword and cautiously, thoughtfully, moved towards the deep in thought young man.

“You my fellow gents, may begin!” The arena master nodded at them and stood watching and waiting.

The terror had returned to Bane, he had thought it banished when the cabbage had been thrown but no it was only hidden and waiting to pounce at the perfect moment. That moment would have him killed.

From deep within himself he called for protection. ‘Mother, father, grandpa, Jakay save me! Anyone, please save me!’ But he was beyond any help it was the man he hated most in the world. It was his old combat master Sonalie who had taught him nearly everything he knew about combat and fighting an enemy. It was him who rescued him from the sickening blow and the thick crimson blood spilling on the sand; it was the days of violence and unexpected pain or hourly dread caused by that man, if that’s even what he could even be described as. A man.

It began in his chest the waters of terror beginning to freeze, becoming a cold too realistic fear. As Lertane circled him like a shark with an unsuspecting victim the coldness spread downwards through his heart and guts and into his thighs and then it worked its way into his arms. In only a few seconds like a bucket of cold water on his face he became Bane again. No longer was he the fearful boy to be clipped around the ear by his master. No! Bane was Bane and death was death. It was kill or be killed. He shook his head out of it and it passed like a bad dream, vague and haunting.

Lertane wary at first of Bane’s immobility was moving in quickly for his attack, short sword raised, eyes intent on a target, his movement perfectly controlled the perfect man to deal the perfect death.

Both men stopped and stared. Everything stopped. The crowds roar became a silent hush. Bane’s vision became tunnelled, his eyes focusing on one target, Lertane flint shard of a heart. No one else, Lertane was his enemy and everyone else? They weren’t there...

Each man starred like feral cats. Each one knowing each other like a well read book, Lertane tall and powerful, muscular shoulders and speed to match.

Bane also tall but not as muscular as he was built more on speed than strength.

Funny how a few quick exchanges of words and actions can turn two men of incredible fighting skill into mortal enemies.

Lertane saw one of the older men in the crowd stare at him with utter death in his eyes. He drew his thumb across his throat and spat onto the sand. He looked at the rotten cabbage, shivered and turned back to Bane who starred with daggers in his eyes.

Lertane took one more deep breath and then his eyes widened just as he struck with speed matched only by Bane.

The crowd did not see fast enough to watch as the unmovable force hit the indestructible force.

There was a loud Crack of lightning as both fighters shot their blades forward, aiming for each other’s head. The blades hit each other at such a powerful force, spectators would had guessed lighting had struck on that field, that day.

Blade edge to blade edge, hate to hate, strength to strength.

Each man suddenly pulled away, circling now as they stared at one another like two entranced maniacs. They began to circle each other their blades seemed to be Smokey from friction of hitting one another at such an amazing force displayed by only the most strongest...

Bane summed Lertane up, he had been sure he had cut him as they pulled away. He was sure of it.

But Lertane showed no pain as to speak of it. Apart from his sword seemed to be in the other hand, not his good right sword arm. That through the young man off a bit, why did he change hands he wandered? ‘What trick are you planning?’ He quickly solved the mystery, for there was a good reason Lertane swapped sword hands.

When they had come together and clashed, there had been lighting speed cuts to each man. Lertane the attacker and Bane the defender, Lertane had tried to stab towards his groin but he had thankfully blocked it just in time. In return he did a reverse cut which hit the poor man’s right hand sheering away his three end fingers in a deadly slice.

Bane shivered as he saw the man’s fingers on the floor dead and lifeless surrounded with drips of blood.

Lertanes eyes were ablaze with the anger of hell and Bane’s were calm with pale sorrow.

There was so many strings of wilting thoughts flowing through his head. ‘Am I going to die?’ He asked himself and silently begged the good gods that he wouldn’t. After a second he laughed and clenched his remaining fingers. “Life just isn’t fair now it?”

On those last words he charged at Bane angry like a stampeding bull, spearing his sword at Bane once more. Bane himself stepped aside, aiming a slash as he past him. Lertanes had twirled and blocked. Each stepping back again.

Bane charged at him, fast as a hunting tiger. Lertanes launched himself like a hungry snake.

Then there was blood. All that they could see. Blood. Who was injured? No one knew who had won? No one knew.

It was then they both fell to the floor.

The arena master squinted his eyes and tried to make out the winner and after a minute of silent pondering he picked up the white flag that signalled a draw until found otherwise.

The ticket holders managed to disappear without paying depts...

The crowd surged to their feet throwing all kinds of horrid object and piece of rotten foods at him and the two warriors in the arena.

The three arena medics ran out to the field.

The master sighed, shook his head and lit his pipe. “Bloody savages.”

Then he spat into the arena and sat back on his red cushioned chair...

 

 

 

 

 

By E. Remore.
Written and Editted by  Theodore Ramwell and Matthew Kong.

Author's Note

Hey all Part 2! Hope you enjoyed it! If there is something wrong please point it out, i love to read all the reveiws and edit anything that needs to be edited! After all we are still learning! Rate and reveiw thanks alot!
E. Remore.

Reviews

[Magellan Dissa]

nice story very gripping

[zogzog]

nice

[HorrorMaster]

Amazing story I like it.

[sinfulThoughts]

very well done! But letting us hang here.... that's not fair!

Well, i'll have to look forward to the next part of it then - and wait I will!

[Brad]

this was like watching a movie

[Tomi]

you were able to keep me reading to the end, wanting to know what next. you also did well will the descriptions, really helped in getting the story through, creating a vivid picture in my mind.

[David W Moore III]

PacingPLacing is better on this edit, but there are still places where you jump from bane to lertrand with not enough reader clues.

[Crow]

I love your ability to detal your stories, great follow through and imagination. The story type is not really my type, however everything flows well enough to keep the reader with you.

Items to change:
1. Bane’s vision became tunnelled...should be tunneled
2. Fortunatly for Bane his leg was strong ...should be Fortunately
3. white flag that signalled...should be signaled

Good job guys!

[Mike Lamb]

I like the fact that this one has a faster pace than part one...not that the slower pace wasn't aproppriate for the first, I was just worried that it would drag once the action started. I'm glad that's not the case. Typos: debt not dept, and stared not starred. Maybe more, but those were the ones I caught. "The dark silently kept..." is a confusing sentence that feels like it's missing a comma or period somewhere. Otherwise I liked it and had no real issues.

[Alicia Schroeder]

You kept me reading, very nice work..