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"Bargain?" Asier repeated.
He smiled and leaned back on his chair. "Well, that's certainly an interesting topic to pick up."
Chántel opened her mouth to talk but the self-proclaimed King cut her short. "But I'm not sure I want to strike a bargain right now," said the dark-haired man.
"I really don't want anything violent, since the odds are clearly not on my side. Maybe we could find a way that you could return to being under her rule," she stated, causing Asier to raise his brow in amazement.
August cleared his throat and pulled his chair a little forward. "If you don't mind, I'd like to pitch in a little," he paused a couple of seconds before speaking again. "Splitting the planet into two factions will lead to nothing but constant wars, which would diminish any future development this planet may hold, and could also lead to attacks from other planets."
"If you ask me, I'll say remaining the Governor of the West will be better for both sides."
Asier hummed and folded his arms around his chest. "But being a Governor has restrictions. There are things I could do as the King that I won't be able to do as a Governor."
"Do you mean things like seizing a Moon?" The red-haired woman queried. August quickly chipped in before the dark-haired man fully process what his partner had said.
"You could sign a deal with the Queen which would allow you to go past these restrictions…"
Prince Asier stomps his hands on the table. He exhaled deeply and used his index finger to rub the upper part of his right ear while shutting his eyes. "Have you not been listening to anything I say?"
"This planet is mine by right. I am its true King, the King of Tzeria. Me! … You keep saying I rule under her as a Governor, why don't she rule under me as a Governor, eh?" He ranted.
Chántel looked Asier in the eyes before cracking her neck. "So there's no way we could come to an agreement without war and bloodshed?"
"Of course not," Asier said, returning the smile he had previously deleted from his face. "Have you ever heard of the Spacion Battle?"
"What's that?"
"Well, on the planet of Heav, the Heav-ens created a sport to entertain themselves: Spacion Battle," Asier began. "It is a game where humans are thrown into a stage with weapons to fight each other. Weapons that'll make the battle last long. And to add a little touch, the fight continues till the last man standing."
Rusty punched the table with his hand and rise up to his feet. "Count me in then!" He embarrassingly sat back on his chair as the red-eyed man looked at him.
"Just like the Heav-ens, I'll be willing to give up my throne to Daria if you come out victorious against three of my favorite Spacion fighters."
Chántel remained quiet for a couple of moments before speaking. "I could do with a little stretching, so I accept."
"Oh, by the way, by last man standing, I meant to finish off your opponent… completely, only then is the Spacion Battle complete! So prepare for the game."
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"I should be the one fighting this battle, Chántel, it's what I was born for," Rusty said, following behind the red-haired lady who struggled to tie a belt around her waist.
"I agree with you, but it's what Asier wants. He wants me to fight in this Spacion thing, and fight I shall," she explained. "So just keep an eye on Asier and make sure he doesn't try anything out of context, okay."
Rusty sighed and retreated back after the ONLINE squad leader's remark. Chántel moved to where August was and handed the belt over to him. "A little help?" She smiled.
"S--Sure," the green-haired man said before stepping closer to the redhead with the belt in his hand. He slowly wrap the belt around her waist and began tying it.
"You don't need to worry about me." She turned around, such that she was only an inch away from August.
August looked into her eyes and then back down at the belt. "I'm not worried about you."
"You don't need to hide it, it's written all over your face, sweetie… argh!" She yelped as her partner pulled the belt tight. "Hey, be gentle with that waist."
"I'm not worried about you, because I know you'll walk out of that stage victorious," he stated.
Chántel smiled and playfully slapped his cheek before turning to the pink-haired female guard waiting for her. "Right this way." The guard leads her out of the closet and into a dark passage before a large open space like a colosseum.
Prince Asier and a few other citizens watch down from above. Some cheering and applauding. Though they were there, it didn't seem like any of them had fully gotten into the sport, yet. Though they had watched it a few times, it was like a new seed on their farmland. But not for the proclaimed King of the West. He had a wide smile on his face as he stood, gripping tight on the railing in front of his seat.
Chántel marched into the stage, looking around at the people staring back at her. "Welcome!" Asier yelled, his voice echoing through the walls. "I welcome you to an exhibition match, between a special guest of honor and two of your favorite Spacion fighters, and my pick."
"Introducing first is the guest of honor who requested to be identified as Thunder. Now, let me get a thunderous cheer for Thunder!"
Opposite to what Asier asked for, the crowd let out a low boo that could barely be heard across the stage. The dark-haired man pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I swear it was better than this back on Heav," he mumbled. "Thunder, proceed to take your weapon. You can only pick two," the King of the West said before setting back on his chair.
Chántel walked up to a table that had many well-designed, Tzerian-made weapons on it, but none were long-range weapon-like guns. "What the hell? How am I supposed to fight with these?" She queried, looking through the many weapons on the table.
She picked a gauntlet that had markings of green on it and put it on. The gauntlet let out a hissing noise before shrinking to fit her hand and a green shield projected out.
The red-haired woman shook her head in amazement before picking up a sword with a very thin green glowing crystal blade. "It matches." Chántel grinned.
"Crystal DOD blade, nice choice, but a terrible one against Hashim the razor hand."
A man wearing a similar outfit to Chántel's stepped into the stage, also holding a sword but with a screw-like blade.
"The master of the Razor blade." Asier laughed. "Let the fight, begins!" He yelled.
Chántel gently slapped her sword to her shield as she paced around the stage, trying to lure her opponent, the said master of the Razor blade.
Her opponent grips the handle of his sword with both his hands before charging at Chántel. He swung his blade at her legs, forcing the redhead to leap off the ground.
Immediately she landed on the ground, she picked her heels off the said ground, launching herself forward with full confidence. She used her shield to block a thrust from Hashim before slashing his forearm with her sword.
She swiftly moves to the side to dodge another swing from her opponent. She appeared behind him and planted a cut on his back and the back of his knee, forcing him to kneel. She used her shield to slap the Razor blade out of his hand before driving her crystal blade down just next to his collarbone.
The red-haired woman pulled out her sword and aimed it at Asier. "Entertained much?"
Asier waved his hand to the bored-out crowd and facepalmed. The next opponent stepped into the stage. He was a huge, portly man, wearing nothing but armored trousers. He held in his right hand, a small axe with a white glowing blade that vibrates continuously, and the other hand was another axe. But unlike the first one, it had a thin handle and the blade was also small and it glowed yellow.
"You managed to defeat the first fighter, let's see how you handle Ivar," Asier barked.
The man charged forward. He moved swiftly along the stage and was already in front of the redhead. He swung the axes at her which she managed to block but was thrown back by the force of the attack.
Chántel flew back but managed to land on her feet. Immediately she landed, the man threw her back with another attack.
"Shit," she cried as her sword rolled out of her hand. Ivar smashed his shin into her abdomen, sending the red-haired woman crashing onto the ground. Ivar charged forward again, rushing her with one attack after another, not giving her time to rest.
He swings another attack at her. The force of the attack caused the energy shield to glitch and the axe hooked into the shield. Ivar pulled but the weapon didn't budge. He let go of the yellow-bladed axe and lunge the other forward.
Chántel slapped the man back with the shield. She pulled out the axe and charged forward, turning the tide of the battle. She plunged the axe into his thigh. Ivar screeched in pain and staggered backward. The red-haired lady kicked him backward and rushed for her sword. She picked it up and raced towards Ivar who leaned his back to a wall trying to pull out the axe in his thigh.
Chántel jumped off the ground and propelled herself even forward with the wall around. Ivar moved his concentration from the axe and grabbed the leader of the ONLINE squad midair and slammed her into the wall behind him. He pinned her hand which she used to hold her sword to the wall and reached for the axe in his thigh.
He pulled it out and unhesitatingly launched it at her head. Chántel put up her shield which managed to stop the attack. Her opponent pushed the axe forward. Realizing that she won't be able to beat the beast of a man in strength, she moved her head to the side and offed her shield, letting the dagger kiss a cut in her cheek before plunging into the wall.
She then let the sword she was holding with her pinned hand fall. She grabbed the falling sword with her other hand and stabbed it up the man's jaw until it plucked out the top of his head. She twist and dragged forward, splitting his head in two.
The crowd drew an inside scream as they watched the bloody scene. The redhead kicked the body to the ground before pointing her Crystal DOD sword at Prince Asier while breathing hard. "What else have you got, Asier?"
The dark-haired man stood up and placed his hand on the railing, a wicked grin creeping up his lips.
Chántel turned to the gate as the next fighter walked into the stage. "Oh, no," she muttered as Helga entered through the gate.
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