Two Halves: chapter 16A Chapter by aaaachapter 16 :D He turned around and waved for us to go inside. The interior
of the room seemed like a command station. Maps covered the wall, and it was
covered with various markers and colored pieces of paper. Notes were tacked
onto the wall next to the maps. Nicolas could not even tell what the maps were
of they were so covered in indicators. The Laughing Cowboy led them to a small table with a few
chairs. It was wooden. The first piece of organic material he had seen since he
had arrived. Though he was not able to appreciate it through the hundreds of
coffee rings that covered its surface. He sat down in one of the chairs.
Nicolas sat down in the chair across from him, and Zeckle followed suit.
Bestalel stood standing behind them. “So, our friend Bestalel has been telling me who you are.”
he chuckled for a moment. “Believe me I wasn’t too keen on letting him in at
first, but he can be quite persuasive.
He has informed me that you are the Alchemist of the great clans of Earth-2,
and I have one thing to say. Bull s**t.” His faced turned stony as he stared
them down. His teeth clenched in anger. “Who are you?" demanded The Laughing Cowboy. He had suddenly risen to his feet, and sent his chair skidding across the floor. "The Alchemist died in the Blaze War. He was
murdered by Tech-Mages from Earth-1’s military.” His hand reached down to his waist where a belt held two
pistols. When his hand neared them the pistols began to blaze with stored
magical energy. Nicolas could feel energy coming off in a steady pulse. Each
pistol seemed to contain a demon, and a very angry one at that. The pistols
were extremely volatile the energy was barely contained and small plumes of
magic energy pushed its way out of the joints of the pistols. There was a blur in the corner of his eye, and Zeckle was
standing with her blade at The Laughing Cowboy’s throat. She pushed it against
him and drew a thin line of blood. It trickled down the blade and dripped onto
the floor. Zeckle smiled and licked her lips. “Give me one reason not to kill you.” she breathed. The
Laughing Cowboy’s eyes darted around the room. He was looking for an avenue of
escape, but he discovered there were none and sighed. “Stop, Zeckle. I can explain this,” said Nicolas from his
seat. “It is true that The Alchemist died in the last blaze war. I am his son,
and I inherited the title. My father gave his life for his clan, and now I
shall be prepared to give my own for the same cause. We are trying to incite a
second Blaze War, but instead of winning we are simply going to break the tie
between Earth-1 and Earth-2.” The Laughing Cowboy raised an eyebrow, and
reached up and grabbed the blade. He slowly forced it away from his throat and
sat down. “I’m listening.” he said with a manic grin. As he grew excited the
magic coming from his hip began to increase. Whether it was intentional or not,
he seemed to loom over them. He was a big man. He was tall and fairly heavyset.
With a strong jaw and intense eyes line he had the look of a leader. “I will take over from here. I am the representative of The
Crying Saints. We request the assistance of The RustRiver Raiders for our
campaign against Salex Corps. Our
payment shall be in the form of magical good. The total amount can number in up
to thirty million in goods.” Said Bestalel as he stepped out from behind the
chairs. He held out a stack of papers, which appeared to be a contract. He took
the contract and flipped through the pages, weighing the sheets. “Well, I have never been good with this legal mumbo jumbo.”
He said as he tossed the stack onto the table, “I’ll have my guys deal with it
later. I will only agree to your conditions if you allow me a condition of my
own.” he pointed at Nicolas. “I want to be sure you are who you say you are. Fight me.
Let our magic clash, and I shall know who you truly are.” he said, and without
waiting for an answer he got up and walked to a door leading to another room.
He opened the door to reveal a huge ring. The floor of which was completely
constructed of wood. It was over forty feet wide, and the line that marked its
boundaries was drawn using a complicated system of runes. He would not have
thought so much wood have ever been imported to the city. It would have been
outrageously expensive. “I can not allow this! I am to protect Nico-“ he was cut off
in mid sentence by Nicolas. “Sure, I’ll fight you, but I can not grantee your safety.”
Nicolas said as he followed The Laughing Cowboy into the room. Zeckle laughed
and stuck at her tongue at Bestalel before she followed. Bestalel sighed as he
followed into the room. Several smaller rings surrounded the large wooden ring.
These were not built with a magical seal, and did not have the fancy wood of
the central ring. There was also a large amount of training equipment including
a shooting range at the far wall, and all sorts of target dummies. The Laughing Cowboy crossed to the opposite side of the
ring. The runes parted for a moment to allow them both entry. They walked to
the center of the ring and shook hands. “Darris Raquel, known as The Laughing Cowboy. My specialty
is Gun Magic.” he said confidently. “Nicolas, known as The Alchemist. My specialty is Alchemy.” said
Nicolas. The two of them continued to shake hands for a moment, and stared into
each other’s eyes. They broke apart and walked to the two separate ends of the
ring. “This is going to be a knockout match. First one to give up
or is deemed unable to fight losses. Yo! Bestalel, I trust you will be the
judge.” yelled Darris. He held his hand to his hip and eased his grip over his
pistols. “Fine, but I will stop as soon as Nicolas’s life seems to be
in danger.” he raised his hand, and Zeckle stood watching excitedly. “Three…
Two… One… Begin” the two combatants spun around in a instant, and began their
match. © 2010 aaaaAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
StatsRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|