The games had finally begun!
Connor looked at the giant who was running towards him at full speed, and immediately reached out for his weapon.
’Pichui!’
The giant had punched him hard on his lower jaw.
Dammit!!
He had forgotten that he was holding a spoon, and not a sword.
At this point, he was as silly as Disney’s Hercules..... who was holding a fish as a sword, when battling with the river guardian (blue horse guy: step aside 2 legs!)
’Houuuhahhh!’
The giant swiftly raised his right leg up, and forcefully sent it back downwards.... as he tried to step on Connor, who had currently fallen to the ground from that first punch.
’Bamm!’
The giant’s aim had missed, as Connor quickly rolled away... avoiding the fatal attack.
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As he rolled, Connor’s mind immediately went to work.
The giant was definitely taller, larger and stronger than him, so he couldn’t use his sheer strength to over power the beast.
And he sure as hell could it use a spoon to do so either.
Time was running up, and soon... the round would be over.
Connor looked around for a while,.... and his eyes immediately lit up.
’Houuuhahhh!’
’Houuuhahhh!’
’Houuuhahhh!’
The giant kept trying to hit him several times, but Connor speedily dodged them, and made his own small attacks as well.
’Hyah!’
’Hyah!’
’Hyah’
Connor had kicked the giant on the back of his leg, as well as the giant’s back.
And very quickly, his plan had finally been set in motion.
Once the giant was close enough to one of the numerous stake-pillars around.... Connor quickly ran up to him and jumped forward, with both legs aiming at the giant’s chest.
’Hyahhh!!!!!!’
’Ahhhhhh!!!!’
The giant had been pierced on the stake-pillar.
Although he blocked Connor’s chest attack, he was still pushed slightly back.
And it was this push that led him to fall into Connor’s trap.
’Chupuuh!’
The giant spat out blood, and died briskly.
And once they were in, firewood would be placed under the bull and lit.
Essentially, the metal would cook the same way a pot would cook.
In the end, the criminal’s body and bones would turn into a mushy paste of blood and grounded meat.
In essence, one could almost melt at extreme temperatures within that bull... if left for long periods of time.
Again, Mr. Death had given the winners parchment papers as well.
Yes... you guessed it.
They would pick out how long they were to be cooked alive.
Some people might pick 2 minutes, and others might pick 4 hours instead.
Who knows... everything was decided upon by ’fate’.
Of course they didn’t have a choice either.
Like Mr. Death had said: you either play, or you die!!.
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All these, were events that would definitely occur within the next 4 days.
But whether they survived or not, was something that only the Gods would know.
Right now, they were tired from their first day at ’gaming’... and were in need of a good night’s rest, that is if they could get past all the flies and rats that came to nibble on their open wounds.
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--Riverdale City, The Empire Of Arcadina--
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Marder walked around for a while, and finally sat down on his bed.
3 days ago, he had sent his men to Baymard to find out about the situation there.
But can anyone tell him why these 2 knight Captains suddenly turned mad?
They came back telling him about a magical black bar, that could make someone shake, and even wet themselves.
They also said a lot of fairytale stories, that no one would ever believe.
Wasn’t this the first stage of Madness?
Marder would rather drink his own blood dry, that believe that magic existed.
What did they take him for?... A 3 year old?
It was like saying that humans could fly, and fishes could talk.
Who the heck would ever believe that?
Yup!....His men were definitely mad.
He had also decided that for the mean time, none of his guards would go to Baymard again.. lest they all turn mad.
Let some other people be the Guinea pigs, before he sent his men in that mad zone..
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"Can they be cured?"
"I think so my lord!.
We will send for the best healer within the western region at once!!!"