We had gamers not ‘locals’ to compete in the first battle. A couple of humans who wasn’t pulled together at all. We defeated them very quickly almost without losing any health points. You know one was level two, another – level four. Moreover they possessed a minimum gear. So careless… Although the guys were happy and they held no grudge – actually they hadn’t expected to win, but Grim still gave hem ten silver coins each for particiyardn. A consolation prize. But our second battle almost had a sad ending. Keira was badly hurt. However we won. Two more battles are ahead. Or maybe just one – if we lose the next fight.
Moving my jaws automatically, I passed Keira a piece of meat and turned to the arena we had just left.
The brolics who volunteered to help Grim raised hardly moving gamer easily from the ground and brought him outside the arena at the spectators’ catcall. One more couple was excluded. But the tournament wasn’t going to finish soon.
The backyard of the tavern looked like specially designed for holding tournaments. Clear rectangular in shape, with a high stone fence and ground hard under foot. Bright flaming torches hanging on the walls were lighting a spacious ground – a primitive arena enough for any maneuver that was separated from the rest of the backyard by strict borders in the form of wooden low walls. The arena wasn’t specially prepared for the tournament – it looked just the same when a drunk pile of us fell out of the tavern. It took them maximum ten minutes to get prepared. Some servers fixed extra torches on the walls fast, opened the gates and forced a dozen and a half of sleepy sheep out of the fenced sight into the farthest corner of the yard. A simple and elegant decision. Directly speaking we were fighting in the fold. Though the fold was too spacious for such a small number of sheep but it didn’t matter. The inner walls were quite low – maybe a bit higher my waist-line but if you left the fold during the tournament, it would automatically mean your exclusion. Deaths in usual understanding never happened at the tournament. Just maximum drop of life points as low as one point. When another gamer lost all his life points, he fell on the ground and waited for the battle to end as a limp body. When the fight finished, those killed in action were brought outside the arena and their health scale immediately recovered twice. Defeated gamers jumped to their feet and joined spectators who stuck to each side of the fold watching every battle hungrily, greeting successful hits with a delighted cry and screaming scornfully when somebody was retreating. Like fence-play!
- Ready? Well! Let’s see how good you are! – Grim screamed to deafen everybody and showed start by a flaring torch. – Go!
Two couples standing in the opposite corners of the arena put their weapon in front of them and began coming closer to each other. Two half-orcs with usual clubs against a she-elf with a bow and a stout dwarf armed with an axe. When I saw that the she-elf was standing on one spot and pulled the string to the maximum limit, I chuckled approvingly. She has nothing to do on the frontline. But sorry to say the bow was miserable, low-powered. Anyway the she-elf was acting correctly. If her partner – a dwarf could restrain their enemy…
I turned my head a bit and whispered to Keira who was standing next to me:
- I bet a silverdump on the she-elf and dwarf,
- Very suitable! – muttered the girl indistinctly digging into a piece of meat. – What is OUR sweet couple doing?
- Watching the battle. Nope, they’re looking at us from time to time – I announced as a matter of fact.
- Let them watch. Wow! A crit!
One of the half-orcs leaned backwards beautifully, a red mark caused by the last hit was glowing on his neck. Keira was right. The she-elf landed a critical hit. The half-orc lost a half of the rest of his life. Meanwhile the dwarf was restraining another warrior who was alone at the moment forcing him into the corner opposite to his partner. That’s the reason why dwarfs are so beneficial as tanks – they are short. They don’t block the view for rangers behind them. I remember being Crashshot I used to release arrows tightly over the head of the dwarf-tank protecting me. The she-elf is risking at the moment – her ranger’s skills aren’t advanced, accuracy isn’t perfect and it’s easy to make a hole in your own partner. But such tactics can be fruitful in the future. Besides, their opponents – half-orcs – are mere amateurs. They focused all their efforts on the enduring dwarf instead of breaking through to the ranger and killed it by a couple of hits. The dwarf is going to stay there. Stupid dudes…
- If we clash with this couple in the next battle, then first of all defeat the sharp-eared – I said in a low voice keeping my eye on the dwarf screaming with delight while finishing off the enemy curled in the corner – I’ll be able to restrain the dwarf.
- You’re right – Keira agreed – But I’d prefer to get upsides with THAT couple first. They make me nervous.
- No way, I don’t fancy fighting against them – I muttered gloomily – Have you seen how fast they won in the first battle and how professionally they worked together? That’s a tight-knit team, I can bet it!
- Your level is higher – Keira reminded me – And we’re not beginners either. Personally I’m nervous only because of myself. I’m used to my previous PC. It feels as if I switched from a powerful combat vehicle to a childish tricycle. A tricycle without a handlebar.
- It really feels like this – I burst out laughing while taking out some other pieces of meat from the sack – You know sometimes my hands subconsciously reach for an imaginary bow. I used to be a ranger-bowman…By the way, you handle the shield perfectly. What character class did you have, if it’s not a secret?
- Certainly not! A paladin – replied the grey-eyed standing up - Used to be… And will be again! Personally I believe it’s the best class. And you? What are you going to develop? A ranger again?
- No way, definitely not a ranger – I chuckled – My heart isn’t there. First let’s work out this tournament, then I’’ think about it properly. If I knew what our next quest would be and what the requirements would be… oops! What a speed these guy have!
I was admiring for a reason. The next battle ended in record time. It took less than two minutes. Two pairs of beginners fought; all the gamers were level two and obviously first time in Valdira. They got here by chance as it was supposed in the scenario of the tournament. They had been sitting in the tavern, sipping beer lazily and hadn’t expected anything, when Grim’s thundering roar burst out, he invited all ‘bravehearts’ to take part in a tournament. Beginners couldn’t resist such an adventure and started rushing around the hall to find a combat partner. They made tandems with random gamers. As a result the best matched party of two middle-class warriors immediately chewed their feeble rivals who had skimped on distributing points into stamina. They must be future mages working hard to increase their intelligence at the expense of other attributes. Several hits and the battle is over. No beauty, no grace. Sticks against sticks. So here is the logical result. But there is some good news for us – if these poor-equipped warriors are in the next battle, we won’t have any trouble. The quarter-final has almost finished. Among those who got into the second round are we, the she-elf-ranger together with the dwarf-tank and he last couple of level two human warriors. There is only one battle left and after it that’s our turn again. Grim the Inconsolable reeled off and roared deafeningly again to call ‘fresh meat’ to the arena. Myrna and Grume were the first to enter the fold, a dwarf-and-human pair followed them. The fold gates shut down with a clatter to cut off the route to escape. Grim waved the torch squeezed in his grip to give the battle a start.
Grume reacted immediately. He dashed towards screaming, then turned up two steps aside from the first enemy and swung his sword widely. When the warrior armed with a stuff instinctively put his weapon in front of him trying to parry the hit, he missed an intense kick in the stomach that threw him two steps back and knocked him down. A sword swing was just a trick. Without losing his pace Grume dashed towards the second enemy who got puzzled by such a furious attack and started landing hits on his shield.
The enemy’s life level wasn’t falling but it was intended so – Grume was just restraining the second warrior while Myrna entered the battle. She jumped up to the gamer who was about to stand up, switched the sword to two-handed grip and landed an intense stubbing top-down hit. I winced unwittingly. The gamer yelled with terror, half of his life points vanished at once. He waved off by his stuff blindly and became limp when got the second ‘fatal’ hit. Two minutes later the gamer-dwarf left alone was defeated. Actually he just surrendered when he was trapped in the corner unable to parry simultaneous hits by two swords. A pure victory. Grim who was watching the battle process closely approved it by a nod.
That’s all, the quarter-final is over, we know the winners.
I caught Grim’s glance thrown at me, put my hands behind the back to pull out the shield and the axe and stepped towards the arena without waiting for an inviting roar. Keira kept pace with me. She got armed on foot. We stopped at the farthest side of the fold and took our well-known position – I was standing first keeping my shield in front of me, Keira was one step behind me and a bit aside hiding under her shield.
A familiar couple of the she-elf and the dwarf followed us. There was high concentration on their faces. They occupied positions as agreed beforehand – the dwarf came out far in front keeping a five or six step distance between him and me. The she-elf on the contrary stepped back almost pressing her back against the gates. Thank you so much, Grim! Sure THAT very couple is going to get into the final. They didn’t have any difficulty crumbing two ordinary warriors with standard weapon. I heard Keira swearing in a low voice, nodded her with agreement and reminded:
- Kill the long-eared. Otherwise we’ll serve her as a pinball.
- I know – Keira replied briskly – Don’t let the dwarf reach me.
- Well! – Grim started the familiar phrase – Let’s see how good you are! Go!
He didn’t manage to finish the last word when I got down and dashed to the dwarf. At that very moment I felt an arrow hit against my shield. Fast she is!
- Hey! Hey! Hey! – the cheering crowd stuck to the fold walls was crying out and patting shortly their shields and wooden inner walls. Infected with drive both locals and gamers were making noise. Only Grume and Myrna didn’t join the total fun watching the battle closely.
While I was approaching the dwarf who was standing on the same spot, the she-elf managed to pump three arrows into my shield. In a moment with a great bang my shield clashed against the dwarf’s shield. A blistering shadow dashed past me. Keira literally shot herself forward to shorten the distance between her and the ranger extremely fast. The dwarf cried out to warn, waved me off by his axe and hit me – scrubby bastard – depriving me of twenty-four hits! Screwing up my face into a mad grimace I roared furiously, parrying his next hit while narrowing the dwarf back. I wasn’t going to look out from under the shield o switch to the intensive fight. My mission was to restrain that humpty-dumpty who turned to be rather agile while Keira was finishing off the ranger. Bang! Another axe hit landed at the very edge of my shield, slipped and almost grazed my side. Fifteen life points minus. If the hit had been direct, I would have lost much more. But the dwarf couldn’t imagine that my life level was almost two hundred points.
The battle reversal occurred in a sec when everyone heard a frightened and grievous she-elf’s scream:
- Ah! My bow! That’s unfair! Poor me! Phirny, help me! Phirny!
The spectators watching the battle hungrily burst out roaring.
I glanced over my shield shortly and grinned. Well done, Keira! What a cold mind! Every weapon has its own durability. Poor-quality weapon from Frol the Money-box’s shop has a very low durability. But this characteristic decreases at every usage of weapon in a battle. Keira didn’t even try to kill the she-elf at once, she preferred focusing her hits on her weapon. I noticed that the she-ranger was holding miserable fragments of her bow sheltering under them from Keira who was attacking violently. The girl panicked and didn’t even guess to pull out another weapon or continue fighting barehanded. Moreover she forced herself into the corner to deprive herself of freedom of movement. As for her partner – the dwarf, he was busy fighing against me… well, nonetheless I love dealing with noobs!
- Stop it, please! Phirny-y-y! Help me!
The dwarf sniffing hard couldn’t stand it anymore and he made a big mistake – he turned his head back to cast a glance upon his girl-friend ‘dying’. I didn’t miss the moment and with a furious yell landed my axe blade on a kindly provided absolutely vulnerable neck. To crown it all the swing looked great – our height difference played a big part and not in favor of the dwarf.
A crit!
Seventy-three life points minus!
That’s what a crushing effect at zero protection means! Besides it was a direct hit on a ‘vulnerable’ spot. The dwarf was immediately brought into ‘red zone’. He waved off limply, stepped backwards but then started because of the elf’s wild scream which faded at the highest pitch:
- Phi-i-irny! Phi…
The long-eared was dead.
- Shit! – the humpty-dumpty blurted out, he was alone then. He tried to retreat step by step – You are a one…
- Nothing personal, bro – I replied in a muffled voice while shortening the distance between us and swinging my axe.
The dwarf hastily raised his shield to block me and… fell down on the ground unwillingly. Keira who was standing behind him looked at me, nodded and concealed her sword. It suddenly turned out very simple. Another victory. We are in the final.
There was the last but the most decisive combat left. And supposed I knew who we would have to confront as well as everybody present there.
The brolics drew out the dwarf and the she-elf outside the fold fast and made them stand up on once strengthen feet. I looked at that couple with a deep sigh. I’ve been playing for a long time but I still can’t get used to the fact that some gamers simply can’t recognize defeat by a stronger rival. They take everything so seriously. The she-elf was crying bitterly hiding her face in her hands while Phirny the dwarf was trying to console her awkwardly though also looking depressed. You know, the sobbing she-elf didn’t understand that it was double burden for him. He screwed the battle up and couldn’t protect her.
- My eye! Like kids – Keira said wearily, then reached out her palm up and moved her fingers demandingly. I understood her silent hint and dug into the sack to put two pieces of meat on her hand. I didn’t forget about my share to recover my life points quickly.
- Although I also cried several times – the girt suddenly admitted – Especially at the beginning. When you’re small, everyone tries to offend you. I used to spend a whole day on filling my sack with valuable loot so many times and then lost everything at once… including my gear… experience. Could sit on a bench an hour whining bitterly.
- Aggrs? – I nodded knowingly.
- Yup, they are.
- I used to fly away from them too – I sniffed remembering long-gone and… and forthcoming weekdays of the beginner.
‘Aggrs’ derived from the word ‘aggressive’ or ‘aggressor’ is a game name of angry mobs who are the first to attack as well as gamers-robbers who kill in sake of loot. You can counter mobs’ attack but that won’t work with aggressive gamers. Cause they will catch you. And actually that’s really insulting – to spend the whole day obtaining loot and gold, to start dreaming about buying more powerful weapon or gear… and then you face a gang of aggrs and is thrown away to the nearest location of ‘rebirth’. It really hurts when you lose your experience gained and all your gear. Moreover you’re left in a diaper only. Many gamers give up the game because of that, dashed off petitions on the forum… useless – it’s a game moment. Everyone can choose a part for his liking and play it. Maybe somebody wants to be a killer and a robber in the game, he has such a right, that’s it! In real life he can be a model family guy who can’t say boo to a goose, or even a priest, but in the game he can be a complete ant
ithesis.
- Deep shit – Keira stated in an absolutely indifferent voice nodding at the arena where our ‘sweet’ couple was finishing off the last enemy together.
- Welp, - I grinned unable to say anything smarter.
And what can I say in such a situation? It’s clear from the very beginning. What luck it is to decide to take the main tournament prize at the same time as other gamers with the same firm intention.
- What’s your weapon and shield durability? – I asked Keira desperately looking at my own shield which durability had decreased from fifty points to seventeen. Damn that bloody dwarf!
- It’s all right so far – my partner informed me – I can stand one battle for sure. Even a protracted one. We’ll have to fight man by man.
- The last battle! – Grim the Inconsolable announced roaring and raised his hands towards the sky – Get ready well! I give you five minutes! Men, bring more torches! More light!
- Maybe you can stand – I agreed looking at the future enemies – They have the equal advancement. There is no pure tank or damage-dealer among them. And their gear is equal, although without advanced combat skills weapon class isn’t significant so far. Focus on hit power, rare crits and health capacity. And, by the way, I won’t be able to ‘tank’ you – they won’t allow me, they aren’t noobs, know how to fight. So who will you choose?
- Her – Keira replied straight away – She was the last to enter fighting in the recent battles. I suppose she’s got fewer life points than her partner.
- Some problems with sexual identity, ma’am? – I grinned thoughtfully staring at the potential enemy.
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