"Seer, prepare the Bloodlaurels, I'm activating a [Blood Feud] against the blood of this foul challenger, this false divine, this this.... VANDAL" the Jarl yelled obliterating a small corpse of trees around him as his eyes turned to the direction of the hideout of his enemy.
The Seer levitated away to do his bidding as he marched to the challengers hiding hole like the pitiful fox he was.
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Kien's P.O.V
[Alert!]
A [Blood Feud] has been declared.... [Error 178 detected...]
[Admin Requested: please standby....]
[Admin contacted: Arbitration in progress]
[Arbitration Finished]
As a member of a newly integrated species you have not yet accessed the [Bloodline], [House], or [Dynasty] tabs Admin ID: Hjuner the Dark Princeling. Hjuner has set the terms of this [Blood Feud].
Grounds: the descreation of the last battlefield of Jarl Bj?rn by [Kien Noble].
Upon your Victory: Gain the Achievement [Bloody the Bloodlaurels] and the Title [Bane of Draugur]
Upon your loss: you will be resurrected as a puppet to the Bloodlaurels as a rank two Divine Shard and Undead [Unholy Abomination]
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My emotions roared, both wanted to freak out, one out of the excitement of battle and the other, the other was still a newly minted Senior in highschool who barely left the state he was born and never left the United States of A. One was slowly turning into a combat junkie and the other I don't know.
Shrugging off the emotions before shoving them Into a nice little pit in my chest as I saw the figure of the Jarl his eyes burning in a hatred as he looked up at me. I waved.
'what the hell was that it sounded like a strangled bat' Anastasia asked me Telepathically as she finished off the two Spectral hounds.
'oh just a pissed off corpse you know no biggie' I replied as I looked down upon my new enemy ready to go.
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Back to the Jarl
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The Jarl looked up at the sliver armored opponent, the armor was like an ants carapace unlike the chainmail, gambeson, and leather that the Jarl had worn and fought against. His enemy moved his hand side to side, the Jarl did not now the meaning of the gesture but he could feel the gloating from the Challenger. Cloaked in some large wolf's skin thats lining glowed strangely.
The Jarl was always the more manipulative and strategic type then anything in the martial focused society he had grown up in and as a Jarl's son he had to be very careful who he fought in order to remain in favor. The Jarl knew if he had under preformed in his youth his own father would have simply killed him and continue making new ones. How did he know this? Simple he was technically the youngest of seven brothers all dead before he was born, all unworthy.
Looking up at his enemy he felt his troops hiding in the tree line, his enemy was talented at killing swaths of opponents but seemed to struggle against elite single warriors. The Jarl was no grand warrior or prodigal swordmaster he had however lived to over two hundred thousand dimmings of the stones(days). He had enough life experience to see the talent in his opponent no matter how much he hated the being. His [Blood Feud] conditions were generous he would be able to not only make the silver bastard his puppet he would also usurp his place as a challenger.
"I Jarl Hemming son of the late Jarl Bj?rn and grandson of Jarl Siegwrn henceforth call a [Holmgang]!' Jarl Hemming proclaimed.
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Kien's P. O. V
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[Blood Feud] Alert]
Your opponent has used a [Heritage] option to settle the [Blood Feud]. Loss will result in death and all mortal possessions shall become the property of the Winner.
[Holmgang]
Rules: System Generated Boundary Stones will mark the space of the battle either opponent stepping out from this line will be considered the loser and the be slain. Both of the Combatants stats will be lowered or heightened to the middle point between the two.
Accept: [Y/N]
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I heard a whisper something foreign yet distinctly familiar. I pressed yes, I didn't know why, what was happening? I kept on-----.
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I smiled and the center of my chest gave off the static and bright emotion of excitement. I walked through the [Force Field] that was acting like a window. I walked towards the Jarl his dead face twitched from a scowl to a blood thirsty smile.
Stones surrounded majority of the clearing between the cave face and the forest line I looked at my enemy he stood strong and I got the feeling of strength even though the old decrepit body of my enemy portrayed the opposite. Was this Elder abuse? I didn't think so, or more accurately this dude may be old but definitely not weak.
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[Alert]
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[Holmgang Death Match]
......Started.....
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I felt myself get weaker like a deflated tire, then the Jarl Hemmy raised his hand and I felt a force exert itself upon me. Something crawled at the back of my mind something I saw flashes of something, something familiar.
I flared my will and great spears reached out form the earth towards my opponent as I forced myself out of the telekinetic grip as I reoriented myself to the weaker version I couldn't pop open my system screen in the middle of combat to get actual number.
The spears I had sent turned to ash, spilling out obstructing the view of the arena. I readied my sword placing it in the fools stance planning to use the Jarls Arrogance agai—.
"Haha the fools stance You think I'm a rank amuture!" The Jarl voice boomed out before a bearded axe hooked and pulled the sword out of my grasp. Backing up, I missed a second axe appearing and smashing into my armour with reckless abandon my armour holding steady before I felt a flash of Anger and grabbed one axe. The beast of anger roared as I felt the copper head bend and break before I went to go hit the asshole right where his head should've been but nothing but swirling ash.
I felt a force push into me as the other axe slammed into my cloak but it was thoroughly rebuffed by my cloak.
Summoning my club I dipped into the earth around me, I felt the ever stretching overwhelming magical power of the system markers. I felt the form of the Jarl on the ground, propelling myself from the ground I reappeared behind him as I struck down to attack him when something bit into my ankle the sharp pains around my skin and the pressure on my bones as I yanked back barely summoning a wall of rock to stop me from breaking through it.
Three of the Hell houndish Makhai stood obediently by their masters heel. Once again the smoldering fire like that of a warming hearth of frustration swelled up at the center of my chest just below the center part of my collar bone.
With brutality I swallowed up the Makhai deep into the recesses of the earth as their own magical senses tried to stop me struggling against the Mana manipulating the earth. However I was teg Divine of the Depths and it was MY domains, something spoke.
Meanwhile the Jarl began to create something of my brain cerfuffled itself trying to understand the stuff the Jarl was making standing up my weakened body slower than I preferred. I slammed my front foot into the earth and pivoted using the full force of my body and momentum as I my club struck the Jarl.
As my club struck the Jarl I felt a unusual stirring in my gut and a pain blossomed on my forehead like getting hit by a truck.
"[Authority: Causality Reversal]" the Jarl spoke as I was sent flying this time I stopped right before the boundary. Ah, my own medicine of bullshit powers, would not recommend the dish. As I stood up I felt a force press down upon me like a karate panda was on top of me or something. As I stood up I smiled, I felt a fissure in my mind, one side excited, the other wanted home. Unfortunately one was a pipe dream, my home burned. I challenged my anger at the figure in front of me as I lunged forward.
His ostentatious laurel crown glowed.
"[Authority: De Facto Domain]" I felt something shifted the world became hostile the air burned and earth churned in rebellion, a paltry domain.
"[DOMAIN OF GEOMANCY ROVING TIDES]" the waves grew into an abundant ocean thriving and battling the Jarl for a moment as my Mana pool which was also restricted bottomed out, well fuck. That thought rebounded like single player ping pong.
Pushing forward I struck out at the Jarl who seemed to be quite nimble probably from the fact that he was unnaturally fast and boosted the perceived injustice roared up and it joined its brothers in my chest.
As the Jarl kept evading me and then would counter strike me I just wanted to wring that cocky fuckers neck. It called me I wanted to do it. Though as the anger overwhelmed one part of me I felt something shift a cool logic came over me and then I saw everything as detached.
I prepared everything perfectly, years of pointless geometry, mathematics, and physics equations reappeared, I could see exactly where he would be. Striking the place right where he would be I stuck home. I saw a flicker of fear.
Or what I thought was fear before something tackled my middrift and I was suplexed. My domain had begun to calm down as my battle tempo was halted. As the Jarl quickly retreated.
"You system challengers are all monsters I'll tell you" The Jarl muttered. A whirlpool swallowed me up as I forced more intent into it. I levied my club as I was fighting a mental war and physical one.
