Dalious listened as the names were announced. "Dalious Durendail of Luthra, bodyguard to prince Melchior!..." and then the speaker continued down the list.
"Captain! He forgot to say Captain! Captain Dalious Durendail damn you!" Dalious shouted in anger, flinging his arms up. He took a few sips of his rum in his flask, then calmed back down. The selected few to serve Luthra stood next to him, all of them rugged and with hardened looks.
"Fuck the rules," one of them spouted. "I say we do things our way, show 'em what Luthra's all about."
"If you do that, mate, I'll have to put you down myself," he told him while tapping the hilt of his sheathed weapon. They all wore the same armor, the symbol of Luthra crested on the chest plates. Even still they were hardly a team, it was near impossible to form a strategy with such. "Mother and Father are here."
"You're too drunk to fight, fool," he replied. "You've been drinking yourself stupid this entire time when we've been practicing."
"All of those things are true," Dalious agreed with a pointed finger. "Even still, I'm in my prime."
The next moment the Earthicans joined them in the walkway area, while the other kingdoms would come out from the other ends. The fighters from Luthra turned in displeasure, becoming silent as the crowds poured into the arena and the seats filled. Dalious took a glance at them, however, not being impressed like his team. It was when he saw the female amongst them that made him pause in his thoughts, she was hidden behind their biggest warrior. Dalious pranced over to them and gave a warm smile with a half wave.
Just as he approached her, the rules were being announced for all to hear from an echoed voice. Dalious nodded in agreement to the rule of no striking the head. "No touching of the hair or face, that's all I cared for anyway," he randomly said, combing his hair back with his hand. "Listen, love, they didn't tell me any women were fighting in this. It's pirate code for me not to strike one, especially one as fair as you. So, I must forfeit."
He bowed to her, but as the gates opened they were ushered out. "Well, nevermind then!" he tried to tell her but the sounds of the audience was booming. People were yelling and cheering, booing and stomping as the fighters took their place amongst the sand. Dalious raised two dulled swords in either hand as the cheering went on for them all, it was hard not to like the feeling.
He noted the warriors around him and their weapons of choice. Those with the armor of exodus seemed to prefer spears and shields, gaining the advantage of distance. Some of the earthicans carried heavy weapons, most of them looked slow but devastating. Save for the girl, of which he heard from the speaker was the bodyguard for their princess, Laurel Mith. There were many princesses here it seemed, with the princess of Exodus coming forward and delivering her final words. Dalious was to busy in thinking up a strategy in his mind to really hear what she was saying, but he did note that she was beautiful.
Suddenly the green flagged waved and it had begun. Those with the blood of Thanatos ran forward, striking any who would meet them head on. Many met in the center of the arena pit, while Dalious stayed on one end and awaited. It wasn't long before an Exodus fighter came for him, jabbing and stabbing his long weapon at the pirate. Dalious kept him at bay, using both of his swords in defense. He deflected what he could, rolling and dodging out of the way of quicker strikes. Rolling toward the attacker at an angle, he was able to grasp ahold of his spear, while simultaneously he tripped the man with a leg from behind. As he fell, Dalious brought down his weapon and clanked it hard against his chestplate, it dented and signified that he was out. "Not today, mate."
His team was winning, as they all but one took out many from the main battle. They retreated together, then spotted the woman bodyguard taking out others, her attention seemed to be away from them. They rushed toward her, the nearest raising his sword to strike her head from behind. Dalious deflected the blow, as he ran in just in time. He knocked the attackers weapon out from his grasp, spinning around and striking him at his shoulder. The strike knocked him to the ground as Dalious' other teammates started swinging wildly at him, backing him closer to Laurel. One by one Dalious knocked them all down, in few movements he had his team lying on the floor aching in pain. He breathed a sigh of relief after he had downed his own men, not realizing there were many still fighting.
Turning to Laurel, he kept his weapons held low and he smiled as if he did her some grand favor. "Impressed?" he asked, being distracted in the moment. He looked back at his men on the floor, giving her the perfect opportunity to take him out if she wanted. "They never could deal with a southpaw, poor chaps."