It was a day none different from any other. The sun was shining, the birds were signing, and I, ohhhhhh I was having a great day before THIS BASTARD appeared before me.
The day was wonderful, I was out on my regular patrol saying my greetings to all who pass by. I had done nothing much as usual, the empire has been peaceful in recent years; it seems people have gotten used to all the chaos after that "thing" showed up.
I mean how could they not?
I walked past the bakery, it seems Old Henry and his wife have opened it back up. I can't remember the last time I had some of their bread, It's the best in the whole Empire, I promise you!
I stopped by to get some bread, it seems it's just Old Henry's wife in today.
We talked for a little, apparently they had to open the bakery back up, out of fear they'll be sent to the Colosseum for not paying enough tax this year.
Before leaving to complete my portal I swear on my honor as a knight that I would take their place if such a time ever came.
For the next hour or so I snacked on the bread as I walked with nothing out of the ordinary happening. Taxes have been pretty low in recent years so there's little to no crime now.
Ouff...
I wasn't paying attention and a heavy ball came at me, it had knocked me on my ass and injured my arm a bit. I heard yelling of countless people saying sorry, it had been knights in training working to become one like me.
It seems the new training equipment is good.
I grabbed the ball about to throw it back to them and I...
I looked up surrounded by walls that could make even giants weep, my arm besides HIM
The man called "Korol' Rabov," he man was pale, more pale than snow, his hair was long almost reaching his shoulders with its brown hue. He stood there with my arm that he claimed besides him.
Korol' Rabov... Korol' Rabov... Korol' Rabov, I had no idea what language that was but something about his name puts me on edge.
He took my arm off the ground and began to walk towards me.
Every step he took felt heavy like the next one would claim my soul.
I had raised my sword ready to strike but just stood there.
He has been standing for what felt to had been hours to me but mare moments for the crowd.
They had quite down to nothing more than a whisper.
Finally he moved, he reached out with my arm at me, saying "nuzhna ruka?" With a sickly smirk creeping onto his face.
He was no more than an arm's length away from me…
I dropped my sword, it was too heavy to swing now. I've lost too much blood... I knocked my arm away and pushed myself up with my remaining arm and threw a punch, he dodged and I fell.
Once again I push myself up...
And I threw the ball back to the young knights, they bowed to me as sorry for throwing their training ball at me. I told them to be careful since if I wasn't a knight, I would die since the ball is made of pure steel, and is made even heavier with magic.
The young knights bow once more and go on to continue their training.
I moved on and surprisingly I saw a thief running past me with what seemed to be a loaf of hot bread. The only bakery nearby was owned by Old Henry so I took chase.
For a thief he had been quite fast but I was still faster.
I grabbed his arm and snapped it behind him, the loaf falling on the rough ground with it's scent going everywhere, to the point even the people walking past smelled it and looked at the scene.
The thief had seemed to pass out from the pain of his arm snapping backwards. I may have used too much force...
I grabbed the loaf and put it in my armpit and dragged the man back to Old Henry's bakery...
I threw another punch at Korol' Rabov but he grabbed it and used my momentum to flip me on my back and snap my arm in half, my humerus broke through my skin.
It hurt like shit...
He then bashed my head against the hard ground and dragged me by my hair to the middle of the arena with blood dripping from my head and barely conscious.
Korol' Rabov yelled out "IS THIS YOUR CHAMPION?" Finally in words I could understand, he went on "HE WEAK, BEGIN SOMEONE STRONGER!!!"...
I walked into the bakery and saw it empty, no one was working. I couldn't even sense anyone in the back.
I lay the loaf on the counter and make my out but before I could fully exit, Old Henry's wife ran in and stopped me.
She seemed to be in a panic, she was winded, completely out of breath.
She calmed for only a second but that was all that was needed for her to tell me that the tax collectors are trying to send Old Henry to the Colosseum.
I rushed to their house as fast as I could and got there just in time, they were just dragging him out the house but I stopped them.
I volunteered to take Old Henry's place in the up coming fight at the Colosseum and they accepted quite quickly.
The next couple hours were a burr, but I ended up right outside the gates to the arena, hearing the screaming of the crowd and them all chanting one name "Korol' Rabov" it was a name that was unfamiliar and strange; the way it sounded slightly put me on edge for my fight.
The crowd had chanted this name(?) for awhile before a loud horn played, signaling for my entering of the arena.
Upon entering the arena I had seen nothing but bodies of man and beast littered all around the arena, with a man with no weapon, that wasn't that tall nor strong looking standing in the middle of them all, this was the man they called "Korol Rabov".
Before entering I had found it odd that they allowed me to keep my weapon and armor as a knight but now I think I understand why; looking around I saw monsters I could never even dream of killing and that purple-ish goo, I really hate that stuff...
My head bloodied and my remaining arm left crippled, I was in no shape to keep fighting. They should end the match soon then, they wouldn't dare have a knight die in the Colosseum. The Emperor would never allow such a lost.
Korol Rabov threw me on the ground, and began stomping me, each stomp felt like my organs were falling apart.Each one felt strong than the last.
Why haven't they stopped the fight already?
If they did now, they should be able to reattach my other arm. SO WHY HAVEN'T THEY STOPPED?
My Emperor has fought for our lives, he wouldn't allow the life of one of his knights to go to waste.
The Emperor would never allow me to die here... would he?
SHIT, SHIT, SHIT
Korol Rabov had raised his foot and was about to stomp my skull in. I rolled over barely dodging it.
"Gotovy igrat'?" Korol Rabov said to me, in that FUCKING LANGUAGE AGAIN!
I'm done playing these games, I began circling magic into my body or what little remained of it. Even though the use of magic is banned in the Colosseum, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE.
I JUST WANT TO KILL THIS FUCKER.
I rushed at him using my humerus as my weapon I charged my mana into it and slashed and stabbed at him, however he just palmed each of my attacks away like it was nothing.
He began to back off as I attacked him and in that moment I tripped him, I finally had the upper hand.
The crowd began to finally chant my name.
I stabbed my humerus through his thighs, letting out a large amount of blood. Yet he smiled.
I disabled both of his arms and yet he smiled.
I finally am winning but why am I losing?
I raise my arm or the bloody mess of what's left of it about to finish him but right before I could he said "Korol Rabov you now." with that sticky smile craved upon his face once more, right before I behead him.
His head rolled to the ground with blood spilling everywhere, but the crowd had stopped chanting my name but now chanted "Korol Rabov".
I am the Korol Rabov.
The guards came into the arena and chained me by my legs and neck, I had broken the rules and now must fight for the rest of my life.
As they dragged me out the adrenaline that had been fueling me had ran out and right before I passed out I could finally feel it, the smile across my face.