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The Strategist That Succeed With Gallant Power

The child prodigy who lost his parents due to a catastrophic event. Soon follows his journey to reclaim the honor that was taken away from him. And as he travels throughout the continent, he may unravel the truth and lies hidden between the faces of darkness. Artirian Reginald Cartelan. "I who prevail, as I hold my destiny"

ArkAnghel · War
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Crimson blood and the Scout guild Part 2

Then John would step back and Mondragon would speak his rough and deep voice "Right 10 groups would fight each other each leader of the group would pick a number here 1v6, 2v7, 10vs4, 3vs9 and lastly 5 vs 8 now the rules are simple don't kill and only knock your enemies and if you kill the opponent we will bring you and give you to the authorities if not we will kill you." Those words would echo inside the arena.

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Graz POV

"Agh I don't like it. this time is really not that easy to win. This time their much strict eh" as I said in a low tone of voice. I would look at the new kid Artirian "what is this boys hidden talent as I am very curious? I can sense there is something or maybe I am just stressed out about what I heard that only 15 people would join and be accepted to the ranks" I would hold my forehead as I think it thoroughly."

I would then hold my sword as I listen much more carefully about the rules. "So I can't kill but I can knock an enemy and make him unconscious that very good idea mhmm" As I grip my weapon "I am sure this would not be bad" I look at Artirian "You look bothered kid wanna tell me something" Artirian replied with a sway of head. "Damn this kid why hasn't he speaking I am really stressed out on the way this reception would bring"

As the leader of the Fallen eagle I must be a good role model to the new guys. as I would tap my chest 3 times before walking forward and getting the number but I was too late the other numbers were taken and I have the number 8.

My heart beated fast and looked at the group and looked back at the number then I needed to find group five and I was hoping it wasn't good and as I saw those men were looking much stronger than us. They even have 5 tanks. My soul was slowly leaving my body as I saw 5 tankers.

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Helera POV

While I was looking at the other members I saw Graz looking at the number and and looked at me his face was gloomy and looked disappointed then he walked so slow while going towards me "Why does Graz so slow oh my Ugh I can't stand it" I would rather meet him I started to walk towards him and then we meet.

Graz was looking at the sky and handed me the number, as I looked at it said number 8 and I would ask Graz " Hey Graz so group 5 is our enemy?" He only nodded and waved at the side hopefully we are the last group to fight but as I saw the group 5 they were full of tankers and few fast attackers.

As I looked more closely at group number 5 and as I estimated we can fight them but not too long even though the team is balanced we can;t fight 5 tankers and 5 fast attackers. As they looked at us they would laugh. I would then walk back to the team bleacher side and explain to them on what group we are.

The group didn't even panic but still looked gloomy. I am afraid we can fight but if this goes on like this we sure will be defeated by those people. Then Artirian would speak with a mild tone of voice " Umm may I speak for the group?" I nodded then he said "Well from what I see we can beat those group 5 and they don't look like all their tankers and fast attackers are good in combat team"

after saying those words Artirian would sit some of the group members would also think the same cause of the sudden grouping and if they didn't know their group that means there will be a low combat team but for us we know each other so we can easily defeat them. All of us would be back on the morale boost from what Artirian said.

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Then the battle started; the first battle was group 1 versus group 6. The clash of swords began the (cling clang swoosh) the dash the (fwoosh) of steps their swords clash their shields being used (Sgrong) as the sword hitted the shield. (Fwoosh Sgrong) As an Arrow hitted the shield and pierce through. The battle was intense then both groups would regroup the group 1 archer would aim at the group 6 fast attacker and got hit.

The group 6 archer would shout it mainly as he was hitted because of that the group 6 are now only 9. (Swoosh Clang Cling) those were the sounds you would hear then, a gallant user from group six imbued his weapon with gallant force the aura would be a clean yellow than means that the user is a peak Yellow core.

Then the group 1 would be shaken as they don't have a gallant user among them the gallan user from group 6 would charge them head on the 3 tanks of group 1 would fight the gallant user of group 6 their exchange of swords where fast and from the last hit the 2 tankers of group one were knocked down.

Next the only left were 1 tanker 6 fast attackers and 2 essentials means diviner and alchemist which cannot join the fight.

The 6 fast attackers would exchange swords with the group 6 fast attackers their swords would sound (cling clang swoosh swish) then soon the battle raged on for another 30 mins before ending with the group 1 defeat.

The casualties were 6 injured and 4 on critical, then the next fight commenced the group 2 versus group 7 the battle began once the gong was signalled without any hesitation both groups clashed the dust would become mist as the fight ranges on blood would drip and sweat would be uncomfortable with fighting.

The sword fights were repeated attacks then going into defensive runs then going for a counter ambush. The tankers of group 2 were inexperienced that's why they became eliminated soon as in the middle of the fight. The arrows that pierced the shield was another fortune the other groups would study the other groups movements.

After that intense battle came the end the group 2 have won because of an misfortune befall the group 7 because of a mistake made by its leader who mistakenly knocked on his teammates.