Cursed
Yoshi
Chapter 34 = Start the second round
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.
Again,
Marcus paid little to no attention on the other fighters, only mildly
interested by a fight that erupted into little short of a brawl after some
harsh words were exchanged, resulting in a double disqualification and a
reserve team being called up. He preferred far more to stay focused on Shiala,
but once the fourteenth round started he suddenly found himself to be extremely
thirsty and offered to get some drinks, and was immediately swamped with
orders.
After
hearing directions from Visali, he headed back out through the locker rooms and
down two corridors, muttering to himself. “Watermelon juice for Shiala… Manny
wants some melon wine or just melon juice if they don’t have wine… Dave wants
some milk… Visali asked for some kind of cocktail… uh… what was it called…”
Lost
in thought, Marcus rounded a corner and bumped into a turquoise Yoshi,
apologising as he stepped aside. As he was just starting to head away, the
purple Yoshi called back, “Hey, have you seen a black Yoshi recently? He’s my
tournament partner and I can’t find him anywhere…”
“Sorry,
can’t help.” Marcus replied without thinking, continuing onwards to get the
drinks.
Meanwhile,
Manny and Shiala were talking to each other amiably while the current fight
continued, though it wasn’t of much interest as both fighters were being
extremely defensive.
Shiala
sighed and continued, “…I don’t see what I have to do… I’m trying to please
him, but I just don’t know how. I mean, I tried all those different things in
the clothes shop, and he didn’t really display any preference… I thought he
might like the black leather or the lace… and I’ve tried different tacks with
him, laying it onto him gently, quickly, somewhere in between… and I’ve tried
to show him that I’m strong…”
“No,
no, no, Shiala.” Manny answered. “You’re thinking this through too much. Just go with your impulses, your instincts… plus,
if you really want my advice, romanticise him, or if that doesn’t work, make
him feel guilty.”
“I
don’t want to do that, but I’ll see if I can try and be less straightforward…”
“You’re
doing well, you know. But if you’re trying to take it that one step further
with him, I’d advise that you give up and wait until he wants to. I’ve known him for a lot longer than you
have, so trust me.”
She
nodded as Marcus arrived and opened up his saddlebags after handing Manny his
change, and started taking out small, rectangular, sealed boxes of things he’d
bought at a refreshments stand. “Watermelon juice for Shiala, melon wine for
Manny, milk for Dave, spiced wine for Xenly, pineapple juice for me… sorry,
Visali, they wouldn’t mix you something so I just got you some wine.”
“Ah,
it’s okay.” The red-orange Yoshi said, taking the box from Marcus and opening
it with his teeth.
A
sudden cheer as Marcus sat down made them all look forward; at long last, one
team had won and the winners were heading back to the stands, the losers
leaving the hall to go sit with the spectators.
“And
about time.” Manny muttered darkly as he took a sip of his wine. “I thought
they’d take all day.”
Once
more, the blue Birdo stood up and amplified her voice with the Vocita
Maxima spell. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve
almost finished the first round… we only have two more rounds to go. Our next
fight is between two non-university teams. The first team is a pair of male
Yoshies, one blue and one brown, Manny Sennet and Marcus ‘Yoshi’. Their other
team is another couple of male Yoshies, both ex-assassins, one black and one
purple, using their call-signs ‘Zelva’ and ‘Vhi-lo’. Our first team is using a
shortsword and a flail, and the second team is fighting with… pardon?”
Someone
was talking very quickly to the Birdo, and she was nodding every so often,
apparently hearing an update of some kind. Marcus also saw Sira running up to
them, and she stopped by Visali just as the Birdo started to call out again.
“It
seems that the second team is missing… and that the black Yoshi from earlier is
one member of the team. The remaining team member is automatically
disqualified… bad luck to him. In that case, we shall progress onto the final
fight in the first round…”
Sira
started speaking to Visali then, and Marcus could only barely hear her. “Like
she said, that black Yoshi was a tournament contender… and an assassin. I don’t
know what you’ve gotten into, but it seems someone is after you… maybe more than
one person, as we found a tiny, poison-laced puncture mark on his nose. Someone
wants you dead, from the looks of things.”
Visali
swallowed heavily. “Thanks, Sira… I’ll watch out from now on.”
“Please
do that.” She said, giving him a pat on the shoulder, before running back down
to the other magi-medicine students.
There’s something strange about
all this… Visali thought to himself as the
fight began below. I wonder if it’s at all connected to the assassin
that slew my parents… or maybe Xenly, she’s an assassin, too…
After
the final fight ended and a quick break was called, Marcus saw the blue Birdo
take down the entry forms of the losers from the tournament board, and shuffle
the remaining ones before putting them back up in a random order. After checking
the new order, she stood back up on the stage and shouted, “We are now down to
sixteen teams for the second round, meaning another eight matches in this
round. Bets are now closed once more until the round is over. Our first matchup
is Maria Slikan and Gemma Mortir against Marcus ‘Yoshi’ and Manny Sennet, who
haven’t actually fought yet. Let’s see what they can do…”
“I’ll
go first.” Manny said, as they left the stands and headed down to the ring,
closely followed by their opponents, still dressed in their veils. Marcus stood
on the outside of the ring with one hand on the ropes and the other holding his
flail, and Manny took up his position in the corner of the arena, facing the
blue Yoshi who was holding her whip in one hand and resting her other hand on
her hip.
Once
the bell rang, Manny held up his sword defensively, and his opponent
half-closed one eye in a questioning look, as neither of them moved for a
moment. Manny then took a cautious step forward, quickly swinging his sword as
she tried to whip him, and knocking away the whip as he quickly held his sword
defensively again. Suddenly, she whipped at him and caught the edge of his leg,
and he gave a stifled cry as he winced.
“Did
you like that?” she taunted, “There’s plenty more if that’s what you’re into…”
Manny
narrowed his eyes and leapt forwards, narrowly missing her with a subsequent
sideways slash, taking another step forwards to attack but instead receiving a
whip across the face and stumbling backwards in a brief panic.
“Come
on, is that all you have to offer?” she said sneeringly, striking out with the
whip again but missing him as he jumped to one side. When she whipped him
again, he raised his sword and caught the whip on it, whereupon the end wrapped
around Manny’s sword and Maria pulled backwards, almost taking the sword right
out of Manny’s hands. He pulled back furiously and dragged her forwards, but
she regained her footing and strained to pull away, becoming locked in a
tug-of-war with her opponent until the end of the whip finally slid off of the
sword.
Taking
a chance, Manny lunged forwards and slashed at Maria, only just catching her
front and succeeding only in cutting open part of her silk garment, exposing
her chest and some of her coloured skin. Quickly stepping backwards, she called
out, “Oh, is that how you want to fight? Two can play at that game, you know…”
Before
Manny’s eyes, she slowly stripped off her headdress, removed the veil over her
mouth and nose, and gave him a seductive wink, starting to slowly step towards
him, inching forward ever so slowly as she swished her hips from side to side…
“Manny,
look out!” Marcus shouted, but it was too late; while he was distracted by her
actions, she brought up her whip and caught him across the face, using the
momentum to bring the whip around and down in the opposite direction, carving a
cross-shaped welt into his nose. She then leapt up into the air and came down
on him, kicking her legs, and he fell down to the platform with a grunt. Maria
jumped off of him and whipped his chest twice while he was on the floor, making
him shout in pain, and after she gave him another three solid whips, plus a
painful-sounding firm lash to his tail, he started pounding on the floor and
cried, “I give up! I give up! I surrender!”
“Sissy.”
Marcus muttered to himself as the bell rang to signal an interlude while a
whimpering yet dry-eyed Manny was picked up and carried off, and Marcus climbed
up and into the ring. Maria quickly snatched her discarded clothes up with her
tongue, pulled them towards her, peeled them off her tongue and put them back
on as Marcus took up a defensive stance, until the bell rang once more to start
the next part of the fight.
Pouncing,
Marcus swung his flail at her chest and narrowly missed as she bent back,
rolling off to one side to avoid her counterattack, before leaping up from the
floor and swinging at her back. Missing by a fraction of an inch, he took a
whip lash to his right arm, wincing as he quickly stepped off to one side to
avoid a second whipping. When she whipped at him once more he caught it on his
flail, and though the end wrapped around it, he kept a firm hold and tried to
pull away just as Manny had. Maria pulled back quite forcefully until she
noticed that Marcus was grinning, but didn’t have time to react before he
whipped her with his tongue, catching her off guard. She stumbled back and lost
her grip just enough for Marcus to pull the whip away from her, picking it up
and holding it triumphantly as she gave a sigh and left the ring.
Confidently,
Marcus held his ground as Gemma stepped over the ropes, but once the bell rang,
she leapt up into the air and kicked at him, almost hitting him as he only
managed to dodge to the side at the last possible moment. She landed hard on
the ring floor and swung her whip at him, but he ducked, and though he was
unable to recover in time for the upcoming downward swing, Gemma’s aim was off
and she hit the leather top of his saddle. Taking advantage of the miss, Marcus
jumped forwards while she was pulling her whip back, hitting her across the
chest with his the flail balls. The spikes tore strips out of her clothing but
didn’t hurt her very much, and she kicked him away with a quick strike to his
chest, before stepping back quickly and taking aim with another lash that struck
one of Marcus’s legs.
He
stepped away from her and, once more, attempted to get the balls of his flail
spinning around the end of the handle, but failing yet again, much to his
distress. Abandoning the attempt as he dodged another whip from Gemma, he took a
large step forward and swung for her head, succeeding only in tearing the veil
off her nose and cutting a very shallow wound into her flesh. With an enraged
roar, she swung wildly at him, striking him three times in a flurry of attacks
before she missed and hit the floor, upon which Marcus put his foot on the end
of the whip and dragged it towards himself.
However,
Gemma pulled fiercely and took Marcus’s leg out from under him, causing him to
stumble backwards. She took a good lash at him, but he almost managed to dodge
it and only received a strike to the tip of his tail. Pouncing, he dove onto
the ground and slid under her legs, swinging upwards with his flail and nailing
her tail, making her cry out and jump off of him, tripping over his legs in the
process. She fell to the floor and Marcus quickly rolled over, pinning her down
and holding her there until the bell rang to signify that he was victorious.
The
brown Yoshi jumped off of his fallen opponent and went over the ropes to see
Manny, who promptly gave him a firm backslap and almost knocked him to the
ground. “Great work, man! That panned out just like Visali’s fight…”
“The
hotshot went down first?” Marcus quipped, and Manny went slightly red.
“That’s
not what I meant, but… whatever. Let me go get these whip welts healed before
we go back to the stands…”
“Hey,
wait up!” came a voice from behind them, and they turned around to find
themselves face-to-face with their opponents.
“Nice
work beating us… come see us at our club sometime.” Maria said, handing Manny a
small scrap of Vaell that appeared to be a business card.
“We’ll
give you a discount.” Gemma added, and the two of them left the hall together.
Marcus
saw a smile creep onto Manny’s face, and the blue Yoshi muttered, “Now that’s
what I call a victory prize…”
Visali
watched in an absent-minded manner while thoughts raced through his head,
listening only for his name.
Who killed that assassin? Was
it his companion? Another assassin?
His
gaze travelled past Marcus, Shiala and Manny, to where Xenly was sitting
motionless, her gaze fixed on the ring below. She wasn’t here when that
happened… it’s suspicious… with all these assassins around, are any of them
likely to be the one who murdered my parents?
He
looked back down to his quadra spear, which he had laid on the floor for now. Will
this be enough for me when the time finally comes? Will it be good enough to
earn me victory?
He
then focused on Sira, who was watching the match intently in case she needed to
intervene. I don’t want to lose her… however, I made a vow, and I can’t
just forget that… but an assassin… there’s a good chance I could die, but
still…
Xenly
and Shiala shuffled past him as their names were called, and the red-orange
Yoshi spotted Xenly’s saddlebags still strapped to her back. Why is she
still wearing those? Does she never go anywhere without her equipment?
The answers will come when they want to…
To
be continued…