Cursed
Yoshi
Chapter 33 = The Assassin fails
Disclaimer: Although all
characters here are of my own invention, the original idea of Yoshies, Birdos,
etcetera, are copyright of Nintendo, and I make no money from writing this.
Xenly
heard the cheers from below her as she tiptoed along the rafters, looking down
every so often when she heard a sudden surge in the volume of the crowd. Two
teams that she didn’t know the identities of were fighting, but she put them
out of her mind and concentrated, keeping her balance like she had trained for.
The rafters were slightly wider than her feet, but they were sturdy enough for
her to walk along without making them creak or break.
It
was far too dark up where she was for anyone to see her, as there were no
skylights and the only windows were down near the bottom of the hall. Stepping
around a beam that was in her path, she continued until she reached a spot
where two rafters crossed, and she lay down on her front to watch.
Reaching
carefully into her saddlebags, she removed a small silver tube and a
poison-tipped dart, before loading the dart into the blowpipe and taking aim as
she saw Visali walking onto the platform…
“We
can do this, Dave, we can do this!” Visali said encouragingly as he jumped up
onto the platform and stood in the corner, while Dave took up his position just
behind him on the other side of the ropes.
Xenly
inhaled deeply and raised the blowpipe to her lips, her hands steady. She only
had one shot… one shot, and that was it… she had to make this count…
“Just
do your best, Dave. We’ll win for sure!” Visali continued, bracing himself for
the start of the match.
Three… two…
“Hey,
who are you?”
Xenly
heard the voice from behind her and jumped to her feet, landing on the support
beam acrobatically, before pivoting around and firing the dart into the nose of
a black Yoshi, who cried out and stumbled, falling off of the rafter beam and
plummeting down to the ground. As he started to fall, she whipped out with her
tongue with lightning reflexes and pulled the dart out of his nose, leaving his
body to continue on its fall…
Just
as Visali saw the blue Birdo reaching out for the bell, a black Yoshi fell from
above him and slammed into the ring, bouncing once before coming to a stop.
Silence fell over the entire hall, and after a few moments of stunned silence,
Visali and his opponent stepped forward to the body, and the red-orange Yoshi
took its pulse.
“He’s
dead.” He announced after a few seconds, and Marcel knelt down by the corpse.
“Who
is he, anyway?” Marcel asked, but nobody answered as two humans came and
dragged the body off of the platform, over to the medical students.
“L…ladies
and gentlemen,” the blue Birdo announced, “please wait for a few moments while
we sort out this turn of events… Vocita Minima.”
“What’s
going on?” She asked, her voice back at normal level.
“Damned
if I know.” Visali muttered, standing back up and watching Sira and the others
check the body.
Swearing
under her breath as she ran, Xenly hopped from rafter to rafter with fluid and
graceful jumps, crossing all the way back to the edge of the hall in barely any
time. Scrambling down the access ladder, she arrived back in the storage
cupboard next to the hall, on the second floor, near the access to the
spectator stands. She opened the door a fraction to check for any students,
shutting it as she heard footsteps, then sprinting back down the corridor away
from them, down two flights of stairs, through the entryway and locker rooms,
stopping and catching her breath before walking nonchalantly back into the
participant’s stands. She took the seat next to Shiala and sat down, asking,
“I’m back, what did I miss?”
The
red feral pointed towards the black Yoshi, and Xenly put on a tone of shock.
“Oh my…” she said, “What happened?”
“He
fell from the rafters…” Shiala gave by way of an answer, and Xenly pretended to
stare in amazement while they carried his body off out of the hall.
“We
don’t know what happened to him.” Sira said from the ringside. “We’re going to
take a better look at him later, but we can’t do that here…”
“Where’s
my wand… ah, there we are… Vocita Maxima.
Ladies and gentlemen,” the blue Birdo shouted, “We will be resuming shortly.
Sorry for the delay.”
Visali
exhaled slowly as he leant back against the ropes, watching Sira as she went
back to the other magi-medicine students and sat down, collecting himself and
concentrating once more on his opponent for the few seconds he had before the
blue Birdo hit the bell.
Before
its tone had even finished, Marcel whipped his chakrata at Visali, and he
barely managed to block it with his spear, seeing the chakrata go back to its
owner on the end of some study string. Swinging another chakrata attached to
his other hand, Marcel got a successful hit on Visali, and the red-orange Yoshi
winced as the gold-plated ring smashed into his nose, but he ignored the pain
and immediately split his quadra spear shafts, figuring that if his opponent
had two weapons, so should he.
Ducking
another chakrata coming his way, Visali rolled to one side before knocking away
a second attack with the half of the spear in his left hand. It fell to the
floor but it suddenly ran back up the string, pulled back by something inside
of it winding up the cord. Forced to parry a rapid succession of attacks,
Visali was pinned to the spot where he stood, concentrating on knocking away
every last attack as they came at him from his left, right, left, right, left,
right…
In
desperation, he leapt up into the air but felt a sudden stab of pain as a
chakrata hit his underside, and he landed on his front on the floor, gasping
for breath, trying but failing to will his body to move.
“One!”
the blue Birdo shouted, counting him out. “Two! Three!”
“Come
on man, get up!” Dave said encouragingly, and Visali made an attempt, but fell
back down again, his chest heaving as he tried to take in more air…
“Four!
Five! Six! Seven!”
“Don’t
fail me, Visali, come on…”
“Eight!
Nine!”
Visali
struggled one final time, pushing up against the floor, but fell back down
again onto his side and gasped, his vision going fuzzy…
“Ten!
Visali, counted out!”
The
crowd cheered as Sira and someone else came up and carried him off, desperately
trying to stay conscious, the two halves of his quadra spear still firmly in
his grip. Dave sighed in despair as he stepped over the ropes, his hands
shaking, and he took up his position as the bell rang again, signalling the
next part of the match.
Dave
wasn’t entirely unprepared; having studied his opponent while he was fighting
Visali, he was as ready as he ever would be. As soon as a chakrata came his
way, Dave sidestepped it, dropping the angle his spear was at and sidestepping
the next attack, bringing the spearhead up and through the centre of the
chakrata. He pulled hard and brought Marcel forward, before kicking him in the
chest and sending him back, pulling him again by the bindings around his wrist.
Dave then split his spear into two and used the other one to attack his
opponent, driving the spearhead into his side and prompting a sudden flow of
blood.
Marcel
fell to the floor, and the bell rang, barely audible over the combined sound of
all five magi-medicine students simultaneously casting various healing spells
on the fallen combatant, whose wounds healed in the blink of an eye. Sadly, he
plucked his chakrata off the end of Dave’s spear and left the stage, a little
unsteady due to the sudden injury and healing, to the sound of hundreds of
cheers from the audience.
Dave
then concentrated on his new opponent while he caught his breath; a purple
female Birdo with a smallish pink bow on the back of her head, also carrying
two chakratas, but he was sure he wouldn’t be able to pull the same trick
twice. She took the corner opposite him, and Dave spared a glace down to the
sidelines, where a disoriented Visali was leaning on Sira for support, watching
Dave sadly.
The
bell rang to signal the final round, and for a moment, neither Raysa nor Dave
made a move, each expecting the other to make the first strike, and then Dave
took a cautious step forward, holding his quadra spear halves ready. Raysa
faked a throw to get Dave’s guard up, throwing the other chakrata and skimming
his arm as it sailed past his spear, before quickly retracting it. Dave ignored
the hit and pressed onwards, dodging and ducking her attacks as he tried to get
close enough to attack, but she kept stepping away as she attacked, throwing
the chakratas at different angles so Dave wouldn’t be able to hook them like he
had done with Marcel.
Desperate,
he flicked catches on the sides of the spears, releasing the spearheads on the
ends of chains, holding one of them out in front of him and rotating it in a
full circle to block any attacks from his opponent. He saw Raysa pause, unsure
of what to make of this, before throwing a chakrata at him experimentally in an
attempt to see if she could get past his guard. However, the chakrata hit one
of the spearheads and flew far up into the air, and as she turned to watch it,
Dave lunged forward and whipped her with the other spearhead on the second
spear half, slashing a large cut open and causing blood to run down her side
from the open wound.
She
pulled away from him and tried to stay standing, but fell to her knees for a
moment, and was healed by the magi-medicine students as the bell rang to
signify the end of the round. Dave let out a loud cry of triumph, striking a
pose on the ring, before leaping over the ropes and down to Visali, who was
also cheering.
“You
did it Dave, you did it!” He cried, giving Dave a pat on the back. “I can’t
believe you did it… I’m so sorry that I lost, I thought we were out of it.”
“Hey,
if you hadn’t gone first, I wouldn’t have seen their strategy… you helped a
lot, man.” Dave replied encouragingly.
“Thanks…
but I’m not going down so quickly in the next round!”
Sira
cut in, “You’d better not! I don’t want people to think my boyfriend can’t hold
his own in a fight for more than a minute…”
Visali
moved over to her and said, “Aw, what does it matter what they think? You know
I can last; I’ve beaten a lot of people before.”
“You’ve
still got a vow to carry out.” She reminded him, giving him a gentle poke.
“Yes,
well…” he murmured, “I’ll fulfil it one day… and if we win this tournament and
prove the effectiveness of the quadra spear, that day could be sooner than you
think.”
After
Dave and Visali returned to the stands, Marcus watched only with mild interest
as the matches continued, listening only to the matchups and weapons, and
watching the first minute or so of the match before redirecting his attention
to Shiala. Some of the more interesting competitors featured a pair of Yoshies
using double-ended swords, eventually losing after having the blades forced
back their way; two humans using a sword that had a complete U-shaped curve to
the blade that defeated a Yoshi and a Birdo fighting with halberd spears; and
two Yoshies fighting with swords that had V-shaped chunks taken out of the
blade edge, defeating their opponents by default when the human team-mate on
the outside of the ring attempted to intervene by throwing a dagger at his
opponent, and subsequently resulting in a disqualification.
After
about nine matches in total, Marcus heard the announcer call out again and
looked away from Shiala. “Our next match is between two non-university teams.
The first team is a pair of female Yoshies, comprised of a white assassin and a
red feral, ‘Xenly’ and Shiala Filassa, fighting with a pair of samurai swords
and a dragon’s tooth blade respectively. They are up against another two male
Yoshies, one red and one yellow, brothers, Siver and Djigo Traverra
respectively, both fighting with longswords.”
“I
was wondering what you were fighting with.” Marcus said after he finished
translating. “I didn’t think they’d let you use Laen’s bow…”
“Hah,
I could take them down with just my muscles if I wanted.” She remarked,
standing up and heading down to the ring with Xenly, who stood on the inside of
the ring while Shiala stayed on the outside.
“Don’t
get hurt…” Marcus muttered under his breath as he watched her.
Xenly
drew her swords with flourish, performing several attacks, counterattacks and
parry moves against an imaginary adversary while her opponents clambered up and
took their positions. She was going to be facing the yellow one first, Djigo,
who drew his sword and, not to be outdone, also began to practice while he
waited for the bell to ring.
The
white Yoshi eyed him up, watching his technique before snorting in distaste,
knowing he’d be easy to take down. Finishing her warm up and standing ready to
begin, she tensed her legs and sprung forward as soon as the bell rang, making
a series of rapid yet weak strikes that would suppress him rather than defeat
him. Surprisingly, he deftly moved his sword in such a way that he was able to
deflect every one before making a counter-swipe, though Xenly caught it on one
of her blades before jumping backwards.
“Tag
me, tag me!” Shiala cried, but Xenly ignored her and struck again, swinging
with both swords at different angles, amazed at how easily her adversary
blocked one and dodged the other. She’d clearly underestimated him…
Pulling
one of her more practiced moves, she brought her swords together to form a
cross before swinging them in that fashion, pressing up against his blade and
attempting to push it towards him, but he pushed back against her and they
stayed locked together for a moment before Xenly kicked him in the stomach,
catching him off guard and winding him. In this moment of weakness, Xenly
kicked him again square in the jaw, before planting a kick on his chest and
sending him backwards, and he stumbled, falling onto the floor and groaning.
“One!”
The blue Birdo shouted. “Two! Three! Four!”
Then,
Djigo managed to get up to his knees to a sudden burst of cheers, and got to
his feet unsteadily, stepping backwards while keeping his sword up. Xenly
attacked him once more, making her swings as powerful as she could, but he soon
managed to jump away and high-four his team-mate’s outstretched hand, and the
two of them switched positions.
“Tag
me!” Shiala cried out for a second time, but Xenly put her out of her mind
again and took a quick look at Siver; he was a red Yoshi with the same general
look as Djigo, except that he was slightly smaller. He already had his sword
drawn, and as soon as he was over the ropes he found himself under an onslaught
of attacks from Xenly, striking without any pattern at all; left, right, right,
right, left, left, right, left, left…
He
was much less skilled than his brother, and Xenly was easily able to force him
backwards, pushing him around the arena, constantly shifting the position of
his sword to block her attacks only slightly slower than they came. He was
panting heavily and starting to sweat as he was kept on the defensive, allowing
Xenly to suddenly stop attacking him, jump to her side, and bring her left
sword up to his neck, stopping less than an inch away from the surface of his
skin, before giving a malicious whisper of, “Surrender if you enjoy being in
one piece…”
Without
hesitation, he dropped his sword and put two shaking hands in the air, before
getting to his knees at her feet and dipping his head. After a few moments, he
took his sword and left the platform, waiting by the ringside while his brother
climbed back over the ropes.
“Come
on, tag me!” Shiala cried, and Xenly
gave an exasperated sigh, turning back to her and reluctantly slapping Shiala’s
outstretched hand, switching places with her. The red feral then drew her knife
and stood opposite Djigo, who was looking at her with interest, before he spoke
to her in Yoshian.
“You’re
mighty brave to come here, feral, but if I were you I’d stay out of the public
eye in the future. That, or take some heavy protection around with me…”
“I
don’t need any extra protection.” She snapped back. “I’m strong enough to take
care of myself.”
“Then
prove it!” he cried, lunging forwards. She easily dodged a vertical sword swipe
with a nifty side step, ducked a horizontal slash, and jumped over a diagonal
swipe. She laughed gaily as he took a stab at her and she bent her back out of
the way, rolled away from another vertical attack, and kicked away a sword slap.
“Come
and get me!” she said teasingly, jumping out of the way of a frenzied slash and
backflipping to avoid a forward stab. Djigo gave an enraged cry and jumped at
her, slashing in midair, but she brought up the dagger and caught the sword
blade on it, letting him hold it there for a moment before he drew back.
When
she spun in the air to dodge another swipe, landing on a corner post and
jumping off of it before landing on her toes and turning around on the very
point of her blood-red shoes, Marcus, watching from the stands, rolled his eyes
in exasperation. “Okay,” Manny said to him, “Now she’s just showing off.”
Back
in the ring, Djigo was having a continual streak of zero success; every time he
tried to attack or hurt her, she simply wasn’t where the blade of his sword
was. When she wasn’t doing various gymnastic manoeuvres to escape his slashes,
she would block his attack with her dagger and force his sword back in his
direction. Within a few minutes the crowd was cheering for her, chanting her
name as she remained unscathed, making Djigo more and more furious with every
failed attack.
Finally,
she brought an end to the fight; she cartwheeled off to one side, sprung off of
her hands and flipped upright in midair, jumped off of the ropes, and lunged
feet-first for him. She wrapped her feet around his neck and brought him to the
floor, sitting firmly on his chest and holding down his sword arm with one
hand.
“I’m
sure there are less embarrassing ways to lose…” Djigo panted, “But I can’t
think of any right now. I surrender. Care to release me?”
She
stepped off of him to an almost deafening roar from the crowd as the bell rang,
and Xenly stepped over the ropes to congratulate her. Djigo got to his feet
once more and nodded in Shiala’s direction, saying, “Hey, you’re pretty good…
how’d you like a date with me?”
“Heh…
thanks, but no thanks, mister. I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate it
much… and besides, I only go for the strong ones.” She replied, giving a sly
wink and a sweep of her hips before putting the dagger back in its sheath and
heading off of the ring, leaving a slightly stunned and bemused Djigo to stare
at her retreating form.
As
soon as Shiala got back to the stands, she strolled up to Marcus and said
proudly, “You see?”
“Yes,
I see.” Marcus confirmed. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”
“I
accept your apology.” She said softly, leaning down to him and kissing him on
the nose, before sitting back down next to him and putting an arm around him as
the next fight started…
To
be continued…