We arrived at the tent where I and Fiona come to eat a delicious meal. But there, something has stopped up to go and take the meal we were waiting for. Two guys have decided to have a fight there, and a few soldiers who formed a circle around them and they are thirsts to saw a good fight without weapons.
Fiona and I pass by that circle of warriors and go to the pots were some skilled cooks prepare the soup we will eat for dinner. Fiona and I took two bowls from a table and we both go to the first giant pot that contains so much soup that it could feed an entire village of the poor who can't even afford to buy a whole loaf of bread or live under one of the bridges where the water doesn't even come there for a few decades. Fiona points her bowl at the cook, who has a smile on his face when he serves Fiona, whom she doesn't even notice, but just looks at the polish the cook handles to pour her a delicious mutton soup. When he poured her soup, Fiona thanked him and went to a free table. I follow in turn, and this cook, who still has a smile on his hairy lips, pours me mutton soup, but he pours me an extra portion and tells me.
"That bonus is for the fight you have done, you little guy."
"Thanks, chef!" I say to the chef and going to the Fiona table.
Fiona is at a table where no one is sitting. That table at which she sits is a few steps from the area where the two warriors fight each other. I sit down next to Fiona, put that bowl of soup on the table, take a wooden spoon from that spoon holder in the middle of the table, and use this spoon to enjoy a delicious mutton soup. Fiona eats quickly from this soup while I eat slowly and carefully, so as not to make any mess on my clothes because I have nowhere to wash them in this war camp. In fact, it would be a river, but that is a few kilometres away. The place where the river is right in the same area where I and the knight I work for, Fiona, fought a cannibal tribe a few days ago.
We ignore the noises behind us and focus on our soup. While we were eating the soup, we wanted to talk, but given what was going on in the back, we couldn't even talk properly.
While I was about to finish my meal, something has happened in just a few seconds. There was a loud bang behind us, it was like someone broke a wooden table on someone's head. I turn around to that direction to see what is happening there, but the thing I saw there looked like the battle was ended. One guy was laying on the ground, and having wounds on his bald head. I was about to go there and heal him, but Fiona stopped me and she goes there by herself, but not to that guy, to the other one, the guy who put down the bald one.
When Fiona approached the warriors who had gathered to watch a fight side by side with "empty" hands, they all began to feel scared, anxious, and trembling. Fiona approaches the wounded warrior, checks his pulse by pounding her fingers on his veins, then looks at that warrior who hurt the one with a bald head and tells him.
"Using objects in a fistfight is not allowed, and you have to know it, Floyd."
"Oh, shut up." says one guy from the circle to Fiona.
I observed Fiona turning around to that guy with an irritating reaction, and the guy who told her to shut up, he walks slowly to the tent door and runs faster than a caring father who finds out that his child has arrived at the hospital. When that individual left the body, he looked irritated at the one who hit that fighter in the head, then he, probably drunk or dizzy, glared at Fiona and told her.
"W-Who the f-uck are you to t-el-l me wh-what I a-aim doing?"
"... It looks like you are drunk, Floyd." says one guy coming closer to the man whose name is Floyd, he was about to grab Floyd's arm, but Floyd took a knife from his pocket and he stabbed that guy arm. "AARGHGHFG!" yelled the guy falling to his knees, holding the one hand stabbed with the other and screaming for a wizard.
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I left my seat and come as fast as I could to that guy and started to heal him. apparently, nobody was trying to help this poor man heal his wounds. I observed he had many more wounds around his chest area and the one critical was at his head because he got hit with a table. I am still curious about the fact of how does this heart continue to beat if he lost so much blood in this little fight with that asshole named Floyd. I put my hand onto his wounds and started to heal him using my healing spells.
"Hey, you newbie! Do not heal that guy!" says the guy named Floyd looking angry at me.
"Why?" I ask the guy named Floyd.
"He is an asshole."
"You are the asshole," I reply to him without thinking which was a pretty dumb move knowing the fact that the man I said that is big... Not on Big Gus size, but it is still pretty big compared to me.
"What the hell did you just say, little midget?!" says Floyd being now furious and he decided enough is enough to launch a big fist at me.
Even when that guy was ready to throw his muscular fist at me, Fiona threw herself in front of that fist. I cannot believe she did such a gesture for a squire like me who is weak in a fight, but strong with support. That man hits Fiona in the stomach, she doesn't shake because of her fist, but her stomach ... Fiona's stomach decided to make a really humiliating move that intensified your hatred for that man. Fiona opens her mouth wide and lets her undigested soup jump in front of that guy named Floyd.
"SHHHIT!!!" says a few guys in that circle which are pretty concerned about Fiona, but more concern about how Floyd will escape from this.
"Now you have done it!" says a guy who's running from the tent, then being followed by other three dudes and one girl who is probably at the age of Fiona.
Fiona looked angrily at the man, but with rage, I hadn't seen in a long time. Fiona clenched her left fist and threw that fist at Floyd, who to everyone's surprise avoided it. Floyd's joy didn't last long because he was hit by Fiona's right foot right at the eggs under her feet. Floyd was hit so hard I can swear I heard some bones cracking or breaking. Every boy in this tent, but also a few girls, began to feel the pain that Floyd had, and even some of us put our hands on our eggs. This pain is really unbearable and dishonourable in the fight between men, but Floyd provoked Fiona, and she is a woman and I don't think she has that sausage that men have to do the little job. Poor Floyd falls to the ground holding on to his broken eggs as hard as he can and buzzes like a small child who had been grafted by some bullies because he had not let them copy at the final exam, which is why they had to do summer school.
Fiona leaves Floyd without apologizing or saying anything about him or me, she just comes out of that tent silently, which starts to make me think a little. After a few seconds, I manage to apply the healing spell on the man who had been beaten by Floyd. Just as the man was about to wake up, I go to Floyd, who was still on the ground with his hands on his broken testicles, and tell him I'm sorry about what happened, and he whispers to me in a very angry tone. "I'll kill you, little one!" I'm killing you on the battlefield! " One of the people gathered in a circle heard Floyd whispering, and he came out in front of me and said a couple of words to Floyd.
"You are not ashamed to threaten a child to kill him! You should be his role model, not a crazy, drunk man, Floyd!"
"Screw you, All-isson!" Floyd says, unable to bear the cruel pain he received from the leg of a woman younger than himself. "I wish you were dead there together with your younger brother."
The man named Alisson had been about to shoot him, but I and four other individuals are holding this young, blond man in the armour of the knight of the kingdom as best we can. I held him for a while until one of them suggested to Alisson that he would give one to Floyd, but not in this condition. Alisson hadn't listened at first, but the same guy suggests that if he loses, you can do whatever you want to him. And Alisson begins to stop the agitation and his desire to kill Floyd, who was as devastated as possible from that kick of Fiona.
Immediately, one by one, we leave the tent where we had eaten and each goes to our needs or other things. I wanted to go and see what Fiona was doing and if she was okay, but someone came from the left that I hadn't expected. That person is the one who helped me master the vampire powers, at least that's what Aunt Emily recommended to me. Here I am talking about Derek Walzoski, a good friend of my family.