Bursting into the banquet halls, demanding all attention, this giant of a man, almost the size of the king stomps in. War scars on his face and giant arms, the people chant for their challenger. Khaun walks to the king and takes a knee, showing his respect.
Then he stands as tall as he can and looks down on Cordayl.
Cordayl meets his glare and to everyone' surprise, he kindly declines the fight.
This baffles everyone. Even the King is looking at him side-eyed, as no one has ever denied the challenge before. They weren't even sure if Cordayl was allowed to decline.
Gritting his teeth, Khaun shouts at Cordayl, "No declining! I will take back the honor you have stolen from each of my brethren. With my dying breath, it will be restored!"
Khaun's passionate promise electrifies the air and the natives scream and chant their support.
Khaun turns around to pump up the crowd and let them know their true champion will bring their name out of this imposter's shadow, but when he turns around, Cordayl is nowhere to be found.
"Fuck that. Fuck him. And fuck them." Cordayl exclaims as he is making his way up the road.
"If you don't want to fight, you might want to start running." the voice advises.
"Why?" Cordayl asks questions, but the sudden explosion of doors and the re-emergence of Khaun answer Cordayl's question for him.
"Coward!" Khaun screams spotting Cordayl and immediately giving chase.
Cordayl starts sprinting, trying to get away from this incredibly fast boulder, but Cordayl isn't one to get caught.
They race around the village playing a scary game of cat and mouse, but Tom can't seem to catch Jerry. Until Jerry unfortunately runs into an alley.
Khaun confidently walks into the alley, the width of his body blocking any route of escape. Cordayl starts to sweat. "Oh, man, it looks like you have no choice but to fight now," the voice laughs.
Khaun walks down the alley slowly, "Im gonna beat you till the blood spills out your bones. Imma gonna punch you till my hands break. Then I will bury you inside my teepee so that forever I can look upon the grave of the fool who thought that he could waltz in here with his… skinny ass, and embarrass my people." he says with animosity all in his tone.
Cordayl really doesn't want to fight, but he knows when his back is against the wall. Literally.
All of a sudden this pink mist starts to rise from the ground and Cordayl finds himself mysteriously getting sleepy. He can't fight the sleepiness, as he loses consciousness and hits the pavement.
Khaun roars in frustration at the tribe's interference in his attempt to avenge them, but the hulking man is soon knocked out, too.
When Cordayl finally comes to, he rubs his eye and sees that he is now inside an arena filled to capacity. Across from him is Khaun, who is finally waking up.
Khaun hears the cheers from all the attendants and gets up quickly to showboat and flex for them. They cheer even more as they feel the breeze from Khaun's practice punches.
Cordayl grows upset at the spectacle but observes the arena for a place to slip out.
Looking around the arena, he sees at least two guards by each acceptable exit. He sighs as he gives up the hope of running away.
"There is always an exit, but that's too messy for someone like you." the voice teases, causing a vein of frustration to pop up on his face. He tries to calm himself, but then Khaun starts talking.
"I, the one, the mighty, the warrious Khaun, will not only prove but promise the defeat of this incompetent, cheating scrapper. No way a fighter of such low class and cowardice could defeat twenty, let alone one of our brave warriors. I CALL FLUKE!!" Khaun passionately pronounces as the crowd explodes with cheers of agreement.
They all start to chant Khaun's name, and every time they repeat the syllable, another vein of anger appears on Cordayl's face.
Finally hearing enough, Cordayl snaps.
"Shut the hell up! If anyone feels my victory was a fluke, come down here and find out for yourself. If not, sit back and watch as I destroy the best you have to offer." Cordayl says in unison with the voice, eyes challenging the whole arena.
The arena hears this and falls silent, and then, one by one, Troyell warriors stand up to participate in the fight.
The arena cheers for the new challengers about to join the fight. More and more warriors are pressured into fighting the battle as an occasion such as Juungo is rare.
Some of the injured warriors from the first fight jump at the chance of a rematch.
Others who remember the destructive power of this young warrior finesse their way out of the fight by saying that this is an opportunity for the young fighters to get some experience.
The king watches as the words of this mysterious champion cause a wildfire to spread throughout the arena. Within minutes, the battleground has grown from a 1 vs. 1 to a 1 vs. 60.
Cordayl feels the anticipation of battle coursing through his body as he ties his hair back.
The ground starts shaking with the charge of sixty fighters racing to crush him.
Khaun roars as he leads the pack into battle. He will destroy this loser, claim the title of champion, and die a legend's death. But the first step was to destroy this loser.
Khaun speeds up, wanting to be the first to taste blood. Cordayl also starts running at him with eyes that have no shade of fear in them. "Perfect," Khaun thinks. "There's no honor in killing cowards."
Then Cordayl disappears.
He reappears right in front of Khaun, kicking him so hard that Khaun goes flying into the cement wall forty five feet behind them.
The sound of Khaun's body hitting the wall results in the crowd instantly falling silent. No one can believe seeing their best warrior defeated in a single move.
The warriors on the battlefield freeze, and the warriors watching in their seats shake their heads, as they knew that this was a more than probable outcome.
Khaun crawls out of the hole in the wall, shakes the stars out of his vision, and runs full speed to rejoin the battle. Screaming at the top of his lungs.
Seeing their challenger still alive, everyone amps back up in cheers to take on Cordayl. Cordayl roars and races headfirst into the fight.
Cordayl dances through the crowd of muscle, gracefully countering the onslaught of punches thrown at him. Cordayl is trying to avoid doing permanent damage. But there are a lot of soldiers out in this battle, and with so many being combat skilled and capable, Cordayl finds himself getting hit a lot during the fighting.
"Too slow." the voice laughs as Cordayl gets dealt a combination attack that sends him skidding yards away. He grits his teeth as he feels the anger fill his lungs. "Keep being nice and you'll end up dead." the voice tells him.
Cordayl's eyes rage as his hair becomes undone, falling into his face. Cordayl drops a massive weight of gravity onto the arena, stopping every Troyell warrior in their tracks as he blitzes the frozen warriors.
Making his way through the forest of muscle, Cordayl delivers a powerful single punch to every warrior in the arena. When he returns gravity to normal, and all but Khaun falls to the floor.
Khaun, breathing heavily takes a deep breath, then transforms. The warriors who get up follow suit, standing tall to start the next round.
The battle continues and quickly concludes with Cordayl beautifully beating each warrior by himself. As the last warrior falls, the crowd stands silent, and Cordayl stands there, breathing hard and still ready to fight some more.
Everyone has fallen at the feet of Cordayl, everyone except Khaun.
Khaun, bleeding and bruised, stomps up to Cordayl. When they're close enough to feel the tension, Khaun yells at Cordayl "I'll admit, you deserve your title 'Champion,' but have you forgotten? This is a fight to the death. You may have beaten and broken every one of my brethren, but look at them. They all still breathe, which means you have shown them mercy.
I shall receive no such kindness. I rebuke it. I live and die for moments like this and no matter how strong you are, I will fight you with every ounce of will I have. Until my dying breath! So young champion, if death is imminent, why prolong it?" Khaun shouts, aura bursting in his hand as he revs back up.
Seeing this, the people in the stands behind Cordayl quickly leave their seats to move out of the way of Khaun's finishing move.
"Yeah, why prolong it?" the voice repeats. Cordayl hears the words and decides,
"Fine, I'll end this." Cordayl decides.
Khaun screams as he throws his final punch at Cordayl. Aura clenched in his fist, he throws a massive punch at Cordayl to end this once and for all.
Cordayl slips the punch, which destroys the arena behind him, perfectly, delivering a kick that lands just on Khaun's chin. Cordayl spins and punches Khaun in the side, sending him flying towards the arena's wall. Catching up, Cordayl continues to hit him from wall to wall, punishing his body even more, then delivers a kick that sends his body flying through the air.
"Ancestors emotion, rage," Cordayl states.
Khaun opens his eyes, the only part of his body that responds to his will. He feels his body slowly turning through the air as if he's floating through space.
As he starts to descend, time slows down for Khaun. He sees the eyes of the people in the crowd, and tears form in his own. He feels so much shame losing to this skinny kid and letting them down.
They probably just see a loser right now, but their eyes aren't on him, they're focused on something below him.
Even the king is on his feet. Staring at something Khaun cannot see.
Suddenly, Cordayl is above him, holding him by the shirt as they float in the air.
Cordayl stares at the defeated Khaun, but something else pulls Khaun's attention, forcing him to look behind him.
Khaun sees a black hole the size of a beach volleyball slowly pulling him in a few feet below him. The energy of this random phenomenon feels like something not from this world, as it feels like it is trying to reach out and grab Khaun.
Khaun desperately wants to get away from this anomaly. Not because he's scared, but because he can feel it's pain, its anger. And it wants him to feel every ounce of it.
Before it can grab and enlist him among its agony, Cordayl pulls him in close.
"Now you also know of my mercy," Cordayl tells Khaun face-to-face before tossing him aside.
Cordayl drops down and controls his gravity until the black hole is reduced and he absorbs it with a closed fist.
The reabsorbing of the energy has Cordayl breathing heavily as his back heaves up and down, trying to control the emotion.
Exploding out of the arena, Cordayl runs away at full speed, screaming in unison with the voice the whole way out of town.