Cursed
Yoshi
Chapter 13 = Fierce Battles
Disclaimer: Although all characters here are of my own invention, the original Yoshi is copyright of Nintendo, and I make no money from writing this.
Manny and Renna took opposite corners of the
platforms, and she bowed to him as she held her nunchucks ready. “Nothing
personal,” she said, “But you really don’t have a chance. Give it up now.”
“Never.”
Manny replied, “I’m here to fight, and I’m here to win.”
“Big
words for someone so young.” She spat, as Manny drew his sword and held it
ready. She looked at it, and laughed.
“A
shortsword?” she said, “You honestly expect to win with that little thing?”
“You
won’t be laughing when it’s covered in your blood.” Manny retorted, tensing his
legs and concentrating on his opponent.
The
announcer’s voice was much louder on the platform. “Renna verses Manny for the
fifth round victory… begin!” He struck a small bell next to him, and both
competitors leapt forward at the same time.
Manny’s
sword struck the metal chains and bounced off, and Renna quickly made an attack
that Manny ducked. She switched hands and swung again, but Manny deftly caught
it on his sword and rolled off to one side, before making a short, sharp thrust
towards her. She jumped back out of the way, before leaping forward again and
trying to wrap her nunchucks around Manny’s sword in the same way she had
attacked Ellea. Manny, however, quickly pointed his sword downwards as he
sidestepped to his right, and Renna stepped back again as Manny made another
swipe that she caught on the chains.
Damn, she’s good, Manny thought, I hope they’re not all this
hard…
Manny
quickly feinted an attack and dodged an unbalanced counterattack, before making
a series of quick but not very powerful swipes at his opponent. She held her
nunchucks out in front of her protectively, deflecting Manny’s blade with the
chain, and he saw his chance. Stepping back a bit, he thrust forward with the
point of his sword and jammed the point in one of the chains, walking forward
to force Renna back. She tried to pull Manny’s sword out of his hands, but he
had a firm grip on the handle, and he quickly bent down onto one knee before
jumping up into the air, holding his sword up. Renna’s nunchucks were pulled
right out of her grasp, stripping skin from her hands, and she watched in
dismay as they flew up into the air and landed outside the platform.
She
dropped to all fours, dipping her head, an old gesture begging for forgiveness,
and Manny saw tears form in the corners of her eyes. “Don’t kill me…” she
pleaded, “I don’t want to die yet…”
Manny
paused for a moment, before nodding and pulling her to her feet. The crowd
cheered, and a few coins were thrown onto the platform for him as Renna went to
collect her nunchucks.
“Amazing!”
the announcer cried, “Manny has disarmed Renna and let her live… we have an
honourable fighter here, folks. Okay, who’s next…?”
“Well
done, Manny!” Marcus called out, “Keep it up!”
“Congratulations!”
Karin added, and Manny nodded at the two of them.
“Okay,
next up… we’ve got Manny verses Ricard, a swordsyoshi from the mountains in the
southwest. Take your positions, please…”
Manny
saw a burly green Yoshi step up onto the platform at the other end. He appeared
to be evenly matched; Ricard had a broadsword but no armour, and looked to be
about Manny’s size, but perhaps a little bigger. Ricard held his sword ready,
and gave a little bow to Manny, who returned it uneasily, keeping his eyes on
his new opponent.
Manny
heard the bell ring, but his opponent didn’t move a muscle, and Manny began to
step towards him with his sword held up as a guard. Manny covered half the
platform before Ricard leapt forward and made a side slash which Manny parried,
knocking Manny back a step from the force of the blow. Manny then ducked and
tried an upward slash at his opponent, but Ricard deflected the attack with his
own blade before making a counterattack, narrowly missing Manny as he rolled
out of the way.
The
crowd cheered the two contenders on as steel struck steel on the platform, and
the battle grew more tense as Manny furiously fought just to stay alive. Ricard
was very adept and nimble, but Manny had an idea as Ricard jumped back and
pulled a gauntlet out of his saddlebags, putting it on with lighting speed,
before putting his firmer grip on his sword handle. The entire manoeuvre took
barely a second, and Ricard was already leaping forward again, striking a firm
blow against Manny’s sword.
Manny
hopped back, then used the momentum to perform a backflip to take him even
further away from his opponent. He was standing on the edge of the platform,
and as Ricard cautiously took a step forward, Manny reached into his
saddlebags, making Ricard stop in his tracks.
“What’s
this?” The announcer’s voice boomed, “It appears that Manny has a final card to
play…”
Ricard
ran forward, and Manny feinted to make him step back, before whipping one of
his throwing knives out of his saddlebag. The gem on the handle sparkled in the
light for a fraction of a second before the blade was flying through the air,
and before the green Yoshi could react the crowd groaned when the knife blade
embedded itself in Ricard’s chest with the sound of steel scraping on bone. His
broadsword slipped out of his hand as he sagged to his knees, clutching at the knife
firmly stuck in his ribs. He gasped for breath as he pulled it out with an
equally sickening sound, before letting it fall to the floor as two Yoshies ran
onto the platform to pick him up and carry him off. After one of them grabbed
the broadsword they ran off the platform and through the gap in the crowd,
carrying the fallen fighter.
There
were several cheers, and Manny heard his name being called a few times as he
retrieved his knife and the coins that were thrown onto the stage for him.
After wiping the knife clean on the sole of his right shoe, he put it back in
his saddlebag and waved to the crowd.
“Show-off.”
Marcus said, only barely audible to the victorious Manny.
The
announcer picked up his voice amplifier and called out, “Manny wins his second
round! He’s a lot more skilled than he looks, people… I pity the next
contestant who has to face him. Now then, who is that contestant…?”
Manny
walked to the edge a corner of the platform, and slumped to the floor to catch
his breath. A few moments later, the announcer cried out, “Okay, for the third
round, we have Manny verses… Xenly, a seventh-level assassin from Dhalsa! We
seem to have had a few of those today…”
“Xenly?”
Manny said to himself as he realised fully what had just been said. “Oh, by all
the Yoshi gods… she’ll kill me! I don’t have a chance!”
Manny
was filled with dread as he saw her step up on the opposite corner, and draw
her swords from the scabbards strapped to her back with finesse. He looked over
his shoulder, and Karin gave him a thumbs-up, shouting, “Come on, Manny! You
can beat her!”
Xenly
gave him a despairing look and sighed as she held her swords level. “I’ll try
not to kill you, but no guarantees. After all, the ways of the assassin can
perhaps take over sometimes…”
“I’d
like to see you try.” Manny said, disguising his fear.
The
bell rang, and he brought up his sword to deflect a lightning-fast leap by
Xenly, before bringing his sword down to block her second blade. He leapt up
into the air over a horizontal slash, then fluttered further before holding his
sword underneath him and dropping to the ground. Xenly easily stepped to one
side, and Manny’s sword hit the platform with a loud thunk, cutting a huge sliver out of the wooden platform.
Manny quickly pulled his sword up to deflect Xenly’s blows, stepping back as he
furiously parried her twin strikes.
Suddenly,
she leapt back, and with blurring speed she reached behind her, and Manny
raised his sword in front of him simply from a reflex. He never even saw
anything come towards him, but there was a loud metallic sound and a ninja star
struck his sword before falling onto the platform. Manny bent down to grab it,
and rolled off to his left as Xenly tried to hurt him while he was bent over.
He threw it back but his aim was off, and Xenly easily knocked it with one
sword and sent it to the ground.
Manny
went on the offensive, swinging his sword in broad arcs against her blades,
striking sparks as he did so; he was fighting harder than he ever had in his
life, and he was afraid that he would lose more than just the contest. As he
made a large swing upwards Xenly caught it on her blades, and the two of them
pushed their swords against each other’s in an attempt to force the other
person to give ground. The cheers of the crowd were deafening as the sound of
steel scraping filled the air, and the two contenders narrowed their eyes at
each other, with beads of sweat covering their noses and running down their
bodies.
Manny
suddenly dipped his sword a little before swinging upwards again, and the crowd
gasped as Xenly’s left sword was knocked out of her hand and off the platform.
She paid it no heed as she began to attack with two hands on her other blade,
forcing Manny to step back, back, until he suddenly realised he was on the edge
of the platform. When Xenly swung again he leapt into the air and over her,
swinging downwards in mid-jump, and he heard the crowd groan as he fell on his
front and struggled to his feet.
He
noticed that the end of his sword was flecked with blood along one side, and he
spun on his heels to find Xenly clutching at her right shoulder, an expression
of pain clear on her face, her eyes squinted shut. With one decisive swing,
Manny knocked her right sword out of her hand, causing her to cry out in pain
as her injured shoulder was jolted. She went to her knees and dipped her head,
and Manny heard her force out, “I… I admit… defeat.”
The
crowd went wild, and coins rained down onto the platform from all sides, with
quite a few members of the crowd chanting Manny’s name. He helped Xenly to her
feet before taking her off the platform and over to Karin, handing her his
sword so she could heal Xenly’s injury.
When
Xenly took her hand away, her palm was stained red and a deep cut was visible
on her shoulder, bleeding noticeably. Karin healed the wound quickly, but felt
Xenly’s shoulder a little, frowning as she did so.
“Xenly…”
she said solemnly, “I think you’ve got a major injury here… one of your
shoulder bones appears to have been forced out of place a little. It’s not a
dislocation but it’s still serious…”
Xenly
replied, “So… what does that mean…?”
“It
means that you’ve got a permanent injury there… you can still use your arm, but
it may be a little stiff, and it will probably never be the same…”
There
was an uneasy pause, and Manny put his left hand under Xenly’s chin and lifted
her head to look her in the eyes. “I’m sorry…” he apologised as he took his
sword back from Karin, “but I guess that’s not going to be enough to help…”
“Don’t
worry about it.” Xenly muttered. “I’ll manage… I really should’ve been
suspecting a counterattack… I guess I just figured you’d be easy to beat.
You’re strong… now get back up there and keep fighting, or this will have been
for nothing.”
Manny
nodded, before leaving and scrambling up back onto the platform. He wiped sweat
off himself as he did so, and Marcus tapped Karin on the shoulder as he noticed
that.
“Uh,
Karin… why is Manny sweating?”
“Isn’t
it obvious?” She replied.
“Well,
you know, we’re cold-blooded, so I thought…”
“Not
quite. We’re sort of in between… we don’t generate our own body heat normally,
but exercise and other strenuous activities heat us up. Not to mention that all
that muscle on Manny will be trapping heat.”
“He’s
not THAT strong.” Marcus said, rolling his eyes. “It’s probably all that fat on
his chest…”
Karin
was about to retort when the announcer’s voice filled the air once more. “Manny
has won three rounds so far! He seems to be making a lot of money from all the
coins you people are throwing to him… can you say ‘crowd favourite’? Anyway,
the fourth round is Manny verses…” There was a pause, during which Manny wiped
the blood on his sword off onto his shoes, then the announcer cried, “Visali, a
Yoshi from the University of Corvan City!”
Manny
looked up to give his opponent the once-over. His adversary was a somewhat
oddly coloured Yoshi; his head was coloured a vibrant red, but as it went down
his body the colour changed, tinting steadily from red to a bright orange at
the end of his tail, though his white chest was as it should have been. In his
right hand, he carried a long pole that was taller than he was, almost 6 and a
half feet by Manny’s reckoning, with spearheads on either end. A
double-ended spear, Manny thought to himself
complacently, this guy won’t take long, that’s for sure.
Visali
tilted the spear at an angle so that the top spearhead was level with his head,
before placing his left hand a little bit above the middle. Manny tilted his
head, waiting for a comment or quip, but his opponent remained silent for a few
moments before the bell rang to signal the start of the match.
Manny
leapt forward and made a large swing, but Visali caught it on his spear,
producing a hollow sound as he deflected the blade with the wooden pole. He
brought the pole upwards, forcing Manny’s sword back against him, but the blue
Yoshi pulled his weapon away from the spear and made another swing. Visali
caught the second attack on one end of the spear, pivoting the other end around
and smacking Manny’s head with the wooden handle. Manny moved his sword along
the spear to push it away from him, but Visali swung the shaft around and hit
the other side of Manny’s head, producing a short burst of laughter from the
crowd.
Rethinking
his strategy, Manny stepped backwards rapidly, keeping his distance. Visali put
both hands at one end of the massive spear and thrust the other end towards
Manny, barely missing him as he sidestepped the attack, trying not to fall off
the platform. Manny could see bulging muscles on the Yoshi’s arm, no doubt
built up by practicing with the weapon he was holding, and he took a few steps
forward to make another attack. Visali swung the spear forward, almost clipping
Manny on the back of the head, pulling it back into a position to defend
himself with. The blue Yoshi flipped open his left saddlebag and pulled out a
throwing knife, switching weapon hands as he did so. Visali looked a little
worried but held his ground nonetheless, bracing himself for the throw as Manny
took aim. He swung his spear at Manny to try and knock the knife out of his
hand, but his opponent bent backwards and the swipe went over his head as he
got back to his feet.
He
faked a throw to drop Visali’s guard, and when the red-orange Yoshi moved his
spear Manny jumped off to one side and sent the blade flying through the air
towards his enemy. The sharp edge tore open a wound on the side of Visali’s
nose, but did nothing else as it bounced off the platform and hit the cobbles,
coming to a halt near Xenly’s feet. Gritting his teeth as he tried to ignore
the pain, Visali made a high swing forcing Manny to duck, then pivoted through
360 degrees under the force of momentum and swung very low, making Manny jump.
He let go with one hand and grabbed some of the folds of flesh on Manny’s
chest, before flinging him away with his powerful arms and sending him down
onto the platform. Manny gasped for a moment and tried to catch his breath
while the announcer began to count him out. “Manny has fallen! One…! Two…!”
Manny
struggled to his feet as the announcer was about to count three, slowly getting
to his knees and standing up from there. His opponent looked at him, somewhat
surprised, holding his spear horizontal as the crowd cheered Manny on. Visali
pulled at both ends of the spear and it came apart in the middle, separating
into two halves a little bit less than three and a half feet each. Two very
pointed spearheads popped out from the ends and spread out with a click, covering the end of the shafts as they slid back
down. Manny swallowed heavily as his opponent held one in each hand and began
to step forward, spinning them in his fingers a little as he did so.
Once
he was within range, Visali abruptly stopped rotating the double-ended spears
and held the centers in his hands, thrusting both points towards Manny. He
swung his sword up to knock them away, but Visali spun them around his fingers
and attacked again with the points on the other end of the spear shafts. Manny
brought his sword back down but only hit one spearhead, and the other tore into
his left arm, opening up a large gash in his flesh. He cried out and jumped
away, clutching at his arm; though the wound wasn’t deep, it was fairly large
and was bleeding profusely.
“You
can submit if you want!” his opponent shouted, trying to be heard above the
crowd.
“Never!”
Manny replied, taking his hand off his injury. A single droplet of blood fell
from the tip of Visali’s spearhead, and Manny narrowed his eyes as he took up a
fighting stance again and prepared to resume the battle. Pulling out another
throwing knife, he lunged forward with his sword in his right hand and swung
with all his might for Visali. He brought up his two spears in an X shape,
holding them against Manny’s sword as he tried to push Visali backwards like he
had done with Xenly. His opponent smirked as he began to force Manny’s sword
back, but Manny brought up his free hand and the knife for a split second
before thrusting underneath Visali’s arms and caught him just above his right
leg. He cried out and stepped away, before pulling out the knife with his
tongue and casting it off the platform, forcing himself to ignore the pain once
more.
Visali
split his spear shafts a second time, pressing just above the middle parts with
his thumbs and dividing the weapons into four double-ended spears, each one a
little bit longer than one and a half feet. He held them like crosses in his
hands, and with a determined roar he leapt forward again, swinging his deadly
spearheads at Manny, determined not to lose. Desperate, Manny held his sword
with both hands and brought it up with as much power as he could put into it,
and when Visali held the wooden shafts in the way of the swing to protect
himself he was knocked into the air a few inches from the force of the attack,
and landed unsteadily a couple of feet back. He stumbled and fell, and Manny
took the opportunity to end the fight, leaping forward and stopping his swing
with just a few hairs’ distance between the very point of his blade and
Visali’s neck.
“Give
up?” Manny said, putting one foot on Visali’s right arm as he did so. The
red-orange Yoshi paused, then nodded quickly, keeping his eyes on the sharp
point of Manny’s sword. The blue Yoshi got off him to an almost deafening roar
from the crowd, and Visali slowly got to his feet as they both stepped off the
platform.
“That’s
an interesting weapon you’ve got there.” Manny said as he led Visali over to
Karin.
“It’s
of my own design… part of a University project. I was hoping to win the top
prize to see if I could get these sold commercially, but I suppose it needs a
little work.”
“It
doesn’t need any work…” Manny replied, “It’s a fine weapon; you just need to
learn to wield it better. You certainly almost had me back there.”
Karin
hopped over the railing to heal them, and Visali took Manny’s hand and gave him
a hearty handshake. “Thank you, Manny… I hope you win today.”
“Me
too.” Manny said with a sly grin, before he let go of Visali and watched him
head back to a few Yoshies in the crowd who consoled him as they began to leave
the stands, and then Manny returned to the platform to pick up the accumulated
coins. He wasn’t sure how many he’d picked up; a lot of them were bronze coins,
worth only a single coin, but there were quite a few silver ones worth ten
coins and several gold ones worth twenty coins. He’d count them later.
“Next!”
He called out, and the announcer picked up his voice amplifier to talk again.
“Manny has only one round left! Will he be the first one to complete the trials
and win the top prize? All that stands between him and the money is a final
contestant. That contestant is…”
The
audience went silent as the announcer picked a random name from the entry
sheets in front of him. He plucked one out from the top of a small pile, held
it up where he could see it, and picked up his voice amplifier again.
“Marcus,
from the Shoreside village!”
“Marcus?”
Manny said. “I can’t fight him; he’s my friend!”
“You
have to fight him.” The announcer replied. “Why would you stop now anyway?”
Grudgingly,
Marcus got up from his seat next to Xenly and took his position on the corner
opposite Manny. He removed his flail from its spot on his saddlebags, placed
his right hand near the bottom, and put his other hand on top of it.
“Marcus,
just because you’re my friend doesn’t mean I’m going to hold back.”
“Manny,
I’m not just going to let you win. I’m going to fight like I’ve never fought
before.”
“You
can kiss my tail for all I care. You’re not a fighter anyways, I can always
beat you, and I will today.”
Marcus
was infuriated and leapt forward without waiting for the bell to sound, surprising
Manny, who only just managed to block Marcus’s attack. Marcus stepped back and
swung again, striking a solid blow against Manny’s sword, and forcing him to
step back a bit, but Manny stepped forward and made a stab for Marcus, who
stepped to the side and attacked again. It was extremely difficult for Manny to
block Marcus’s flail balls as the chains made them quite unpredictable in their
path, and Manny knocked another attack away and slashed outwards, but Marcus
leaned out of the way of the attack before swinging and almost hitting Manny’s
nose.
Manny
countered by thrusting forward and Marcus twisted to one side to avoid the
attack, but Marcus then tried a tactic from Visali; he swung high, making Manny
duck, then swung low, making him jump. Manny tried the same counter-tactic
again, but Marcus easily swung around and caught Manny’s underside as he
jumped, making him yelp in pain and land on his front. He scrabbled to his feet
and swung back at Marcus, nearly hitting his flail, but the nimble brown Yoshi
moved his hand away from the swipe.
Manny
swung for Marcus’s flail again, and knocked it out of his hand, sending it
skittering across the platform, but Marcus kicked upwards and hit the bottom of
Manny’s sword handle, dislodging it from his grip and knocking it in the
general direction of Marcus’s flail.
The
crowd cheered as the two disarmed Yoshies resorted to fisticuffs; Marcus kicked
Manny firmly in the chest, sending him back a few steps and winding him, but he
came back and swung for Marcus’s head. The brown Yoshi raised an arm to block
the attack, grabbed Manny’s outstretched arm with his other hand, and flung
Manny to the floor, creating an audible sound as he hit the wooden planks,
making their fallen weapons bounce a little on the other end of the platform.
Manny rolled over once and jumped to his feet, but Marcus had already run for
his flail.
“Oh
no, you don’t!” Manny shouted as he ran over and dived for his sword.
He
knocked Marcus’s legs out from under him and grabbed his sword, kicking Marcus’s
flail away after he stood up. He turned to face the brown Yoshi, who snarled,
before lunging for Manny, but he stepped out of the way and Marcus went past
him, landing on his front on the floor. Marcus got to his feet and retrieved
his flail, and faced Manny once more.
Manny
saw him doing something with the flail; it appeared that he was trying to make
the balls spin around the end of the handle, but he was having trouble doing
it. They were going in a half-circle underneath the flail, but no further, and
Marcus gave up and ran forward to attack Manny.
He
kicked Marcus away, then as he came back again he held his sword up and thrust
forward, putting as much force into the decisive attack as he could. He speared
Marcus right through the heart, spraying blood out from the exit point of his
sword, though his sword handle was almost touching Marcus before Manny fully
realised what he was doing. He saw Marcus’s eyes close slightly, and his body
went limp, and he groaned in unison with the crowd as he was impaled on Manny’s
blade. Manny quickly pulled his sword out of Marcus as quickly as he could, and
his friend’s body sagged to the floor at his feet, unmoving.
Manny
went relatively pale, and turned around to face the sidelines. “K…Karin!” He
cried. “Quick! Come over!”
Karin
vaulted over the barrier, nearly clipping Xenly on the participant’s bench in
front, and jumped as she hit the ground again, fluttering up to the platform,
waving her arms furiously. She snatched Manny’s sword out of his hands, and
pointed it towards Marcus, shouting “Oralia Totalia!” as loudly as she could.
Though
the wounds on Marcus, lying on his side, healed up and became whole, he did not
stir from where he lay. Manny bent down and put a hand on the side of Marcus’s
head, and tried to take his pulse, but he couldn’t find it, and closed Marcus’s
eyes with his fingers.
“What
have I done…” he whispered, “I can’t believe I…I killed Marcus…”
To be continued…