Meanwhile…
Sol Wildheart, having caught his breath and regained his footing, heard the shout,
"Stop!!!!!!"..
And turned towards the source, and what he saw made him narrow his eyes in absurdity…
He turned towards Damon who had regained his stance as well and asked..
"Is he a fool? Does he not want to live anymore?" His voice, smooth, calm, carrying that Prince Charming lilt to it, but the incredulity in it was unmistakable…
He couldn't, for the life of himself, understand why someone would see Dindu, feel his presence, feel the crushing weight of your own helplessness in his presence and yet still dared to yell and confront him…
"It's none of our concern" Damon replied, his voice deep, gravely, indifferent…
"If he's willing to be Dindu's willing sacrifice, all the more better for us" he spoke, eyes narrowing in irritation.
"Cause I don't know about you, but I'm not in the mood to be used as an example today, not again" he concluded…
Sol, hearing his brother's voice, feeling the logic in them, stood quiet and watched the farce play out, one thought echoing at the back of his mind,
'So much for no bloodshed today'..
His mind unwavering in the thought that Theon had just signed his death warrant….
….
VIP AREA….
"Baelon Ragnar" a voice called out calmly, the authority and weight behind it unmistakable…
Baelon, hearing his name called out, tore his gaze away from the scene and turned towards the sound…
Not just him, all the family heads worthy enough to sit there did the same…
And there, seated at the elevated platform of the wildhearts, Orion wildheart, Great elder of clan wildheart, his expression calm, his gaze steady on the scene below, spoke again….
"Do you love your son?" He asked, his voice calm and unhurried…
Baelon Ragnar, confused about why he was suddenly called, still hastily answered, after all he knew better than to annoy a Wildheart,
"Yes, of course, lord Orion" he replied with the calm pride of a father, happy his boy grabbed the attention of a wildheart elder, and not a regular one at that, but the great elder himself…
But the next words, caught him flat off guard..
"Then I'd advice you to hold him back, for if he is to continue with this action, he will die" Orion finished..
"But my lord, I don't believe my son has done anything to annoy you, and if he has, I humbly apologize and will have him apologize to you immediately" Baelon spoke up, his forehead beaded with sweat..
Hearing what he said, Orion turned toward the Ragnar clan head, and shook his head softly..
"You misunderstand, he hasn't done anything wrong, not to me, or to any of us here at least.." he gestured towards the scene below, his finger pointing at Dindu, who at this point was still moving towards Damon and Sol, not bothering with the barking Theon..
"If he continues to annoy my little nephew there, he'll die, and I'm sure you do not want to see your son killed in your presence" Orion concluded..
"I thank lord Orion for his concern, but fear not, though reckless and wild sometimes, and though not as talented as the young manor lord, Theon isn't one to be put down so easily my lord" Baelon said…
The pride and dismissal in his tone obvious for all to see…
And Orion, realizing he just wasted his time, shook his head softly and turned away..
"You're too soft brother" Cassius wildheart, younger brother of Orion, father of Damon , the first elder, said, eyes forward and steady…
Sigh….
"I just thought it better to avoid bloodshed on such a sacred day, but alas…."
Sigh….
Back at the coliseum..
Dindu still wondering in his head how he was going to clear the misconception of the crowds about who the true main character of the day is, suddenly found himself obstructed..
"Hmmmm?" He tilted his head in confusion..
"Who be you(the hell are you?)" he asked, irritation coloring his features at being distracted from his thoughts..
"Bastard!!! How dare you ignore me when I'm talking to you" Theon spat venomously…
"I no get.. you say wetin?(I don't understand, come again?)" Dindu replied, his voice sounding genuinely confused..
A/N: at this moment, Theon should've known he fucked up, cause when a Nigerian says "I no get?" He understands perfectly what you mean, and when he follows up with a "you say wetin"? He's just giving you a chance to correct your slip up.. but alas…
"Bastard!!!! I said, HOW. DARE. YOU!!!!" Theon howled, unleashing his full menace…
Meanwhile Dindu's reaction was comical at first, looking to the left, then the right, and finally behind him, only to realize, yes, he was the one being referred to, and then..
"Ha…hahaha…pahahahahahahahahaha" he laughed..
A crazed manic laugh, filled with amusement..
"Hahahahahaha, na me this werey dey talk to, me Dindu!!! Na e this werey dey open eye for like this!!! Omohhhh!!!! Dey dun see me finish!!! Whiteboy dun see me finish!!!!!!!!!"
(Basically saying, he's been disrespected to the max)
His laughter turned into an angry bellow…
"BITCH!!! KNEEL!!!!!!!!!!"
Boooommmm!!!!!!
Crack!!!!
Slam!!!!
Boom!!!
He let his aura, his presence, his authority out with wild abandon..
and the effect was instantaneous..
Before he could even blink, Theon found himself on his knees, his kneecaps shattering from the force with which he slammed into the floor..
His face meeting the floor in an unceremonious make out session…
His bones creaking under the full force of Dindu's authority…
It was then…
Only then..
That clarity returned..
But unfortunately it was already a little too late…
"Urrrgghh" Theon groaned..
Face first into the ground..
Bones creaking and breaking…
He couldn't even howl in agony since the pressure rendered him almost mute…
Grab..
Reaching the trembling Theon, Dindu grabbed a handful of red hair and pulled him up..
HARD!!!
"Arrrhhhh!!!!" Theon screamed in pain and agony…
"You dared…. You dared raise your voice at me?" A low whisper.. but in the silent location, might as well have been a megaphone announcement…
"You dared disrespect me.. and for that.. you shall forfeit your life" dindu said..
his tone final..
"No.. please.. no… it was a mistake, I was wrong" Theon pleaded, for he could feel it..
Death..
Closer than ever..
So he begged…
But unfortunately,
"Mercy is for the weak" came the cold blooded reply, and then..
Crack!!
As easily as snapping a twig…
Theon Ragnar.. Heir of the great clan Ragnar… Died like a pathetic extra…
But who else can he blame though?
A lesson learned…
Next time..
Mind your fucking business!!!