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 to them.

 “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 Bane’s 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!’

However there was no reply, he was beyond any help it was the man he hated most in the world. 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 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’s flint shard of a heart. No one else, Lertane was his enemy and everyone else?

They weren’t there...

Each man stared like feral cats at one another, watching for the slight flick of movement, indicating the other's attack. Both 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.

The dark silently kept Lertane from the beautiful lands of Pythainia it was he was here in the arena the sands beneath his feet his sword in his hand an enemy in his vision. It was time to settle a debt he owed. A dept made in blood and he would be damned if Bane would block his path. When he looked at Bane he imagined every enemy, bully or superior he had ever came across, it was time to get his  own back. To become the man his father had never seen in him.

He looked around one last time and saw one of the older men in the crowd of filthy peasants, 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.

He 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 strength, spectators would have thought lighting had struck through the walls of the huge in doors arena.

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 the friction of hitting one another at such an amazing power 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 weaker left hand, not his good right sword hand. That through the young man off a bit, why did he change hands he wondered? ‘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 drops of blood.

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

There were 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 is 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.

Just before they hit Lertane dropped to his chest going straight through Banes wide stance and sliding on the floor. He slashed a cut as he went through and it ripped into the back of Bane’s leg, cutting into the muscle of his calf. Fortunatly  for Bane his leg was strong enough not to be sliced in half, however he fell and rolled to his feet again only this time crouching over and leaning on his right leg. He gritted his teeth and wondered if that move had just cost him his life.

Both men now stood back, neither intending to fight the other. The odds were even once again and both fighters were rapidly beginning to tire.

Bane nodded at Lertane and Lertane replied the nod with his own. They both fell to one knee and picked a handful of sand up. Each quickly threw a bit into their wounds to stop the bleeding. They would clean them later but stopping the blood was the main thing...

Then they were back standing, or limping in front of one another, there was no circling this time. No, this time they merely came together.

Lertane rushing in at snake bite speed and Bane bringing down a mountain with his cold iron sword.

When the kicked up sand and dust had cleared the audience could see two things. Both men lying unconscious on the ground facing away from one another, their swords several metres away.

The peasants began to mumble in confusion throwing gests left, right and centre. Some were merely clapping because they wanted to look like they knew what had happened when truly they were about as aware as a blind turtle...

The higher class- ladies and gents were throwing opinions at each other, clearly stating that. “Well I think this is utterly preposterous we came to watch a fight not to watch men simply fall over their owned damn feet.”

Of course it did not matter to them that two of the most prestigious fighters were lying bleeding to death in the middle of the arena floor.

Then there was blood.

All that could be properly identified was blood.

Who was injured?

No one knew who had won?

No one knew anything...

The arena master sighed and squinted his eyes trying 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 their debts...

The crowd surged to their feet throwing all kinds of horrid objects and pieces of rotten foods at the arena master 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.” And he didn’t know if he was talking about the warriors in the arena or the people watching them...

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Theodore Ramwell and Matthew Kong

Both of us = Ethan Remore.

 

 

 

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..