After some time and fanfare, Bloud and Sir Uezaen emerged from doors at opposite ends of the pit, their eyes locked onto each other in a fierce gaze. Bloud’s armor glinted in the sunlight, polished to a shine. His armor was adorned with the emblem of the kingdom, a fearsome dragon that breathed fire, and Bloud carried a gigantic sword at his side.
Sir Uezaen was equally imposing, with an impressive build that spoke of muscles rippling beneath his armor. He wore a helmet that covered his face, with only his eyes visible, piercing through the darkness of the helmet’s interior. The emblem of the Treeguard family was emblazoned on his chest plate, a large tree with roots that extended far into the earth. He was wielding a two-handed battle axe.
The arena itself was a large circular space, surrounded by spectators on all sides. Walls of solid stone held several balconies where members of the royal family and other high-ranking officials sat. Sand covered the floor of the lower pit.
The sun beat down, casting a warm glow over the fighters and intense heat. The air filled with the excited murmurs of the crowd.
Bloud gripped his sword and shield tightly. Uezaen stood motionless, his eyes locked on Bloud.
A trumpet sounded. Bloud charged forward, his sword flashing in the sunlight. Uezaen met him head-on, his axe ringing out as the two blades clashed together.
Bloud and Uezaen circled each other, their weapons flashing back and forth. Bloud’s shield blocked a blow from Uezaen and countered with a swift strike, but Uezaen dodged out of the way with ease.
Bloud’s movements slowed. With a fierce cry, Uezaen launched himself at Bloud, his great-axe aimed at Bloud’s chest. Bloud nimbly evaded Uezaen’s sweeping strike by slapping it aside with his shield, then fluidly slipped to the side like a snake. With a sudden burst of movement, Bloud lunged forward and swung his weapon with all his might, unleashing a powerful blow that landed squarely on Uezaen’s side. The sound of the impact echoed throughout the arena, and as Uezaen staggered back from the force of the hit, a gasp escaping his lips.
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His axe fell from his hand, his body falling to Bloud’s feet. Bloud moved in, but then stopped short with his sword hanging over his opponent like an executioner.
“Cease!” Bloud called out, raising his sword high to signal the end of the fray. “I have showcased my valor and skill. There is no necessity to spill his blood,” he proclaimed to the gathered throng, pointing towards the vanquished Sir Uezaen.
King Alexander waited to see the crowd’s reaction. The crowd erupted into cheers. “Hail and felicitations, Sir Bloud! Your unwavering valor and exceptional martial prowess have affirmed your position as a resolute champion in our realm. May your name resound as a testament to the strength and honor of our kingdom,” said King Alexander as he rose from his seat. The other knights in the arena bowed their heads in respect, acknowledging Bloud’s victory.
“I pledge my unwavering service to you, my liege, and to our glorious kingdom. With all my might and ability, I shall uphold honor and safeguard our realm with unyielding dedication.” Bloud said.
“In recognition of your triumph on this momentous day, I decree we shall henceforth know you as Bloud the Resilient. May this appellation forever stand as a testament to your indomitable spirit and unwavering fortitude.”
The cheers grew louder, echoing throughout the arena. Bloud stood tall, a look of pride and humility on his face, as he accepted the king's decree.
"To Bloud the Resilient!" the king shouted, raising his fist high.
"To Bloud the Resilient!" the crowd echoed, their voices united in celebration.
Bloud bowed low. “It is an honor to serve you, my liege,” he said. He helped Sir Uezaen to his feet, and they both raised their fists for another cheer before departing.
The king made his way back to the betting counter with a grin on his face. The attendant handed him a pouch filled with 7500 gold, and Alexander couldn’t help but chuckle with delight.
“My champion has indeed lived up to expectations,” he said.
Old Croll spoke, his voice still rough and gruff. “My liege, if we conclude our business here, I must implore your attention to more pressing affairs.”
King Alexander nodded in agreement. “You speak true, Croll. The safety of our kingdom must always be our top priority. Haemon, go with some knights to take the gold back to the bank.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”