The Orinthian Knight Chapter 1: The Broodmother’s Awakening P6

Foreword: I noticed that it is hard to find the rest of the parts of this story in the tips, so here’s a tip — just go to the “newest” filter.

Dilo was only a few steps away from the arena when Charcoal had recognized him. “You there,” Charcoal spoke stiffly, slightly surprised to see an old enemy of his years after their battle, “I recognize you, freak. Aren’t you that overgrown excuse of a Dilophosaur that barely survived me LAST time?” Charcoal had attempted to look as intimidating as possible, but really he was just insecure with nothing else to do.

“Don’t make yourself comfortable, Charcoal. I know the depths of your security, and let’s just say it is very. Very. Thin. Barely an inch of a line perhaps,” Dilo responded, his confidence slightly waning but still wavered determination regardless. Charcoal’s eyes flamed, knowing that Dilo could put up more of a fight than he originally thought. Even a few survivors silently gasped at the statement. Taking sight of this, Charcoal immediately backlashed with a smack in the gut.

Dilo was sent flying across the platform, barely able to stop himself before he fell of the platform entirely. He gazed down at the pile of thorns made to punish anyone who fell of the platform, and he was glad that he wasn’t one of them. He got back up to his feet just before Charcoal could reach out his hand enough to grab him. Dilo was able to get on top of the towering chalicotherium’s back, where he could send down a flurry of attacks down on Charcoal’s head.

“OFF OF ME!” Charcoal bellowed as he threw Dilo off his back. “IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED, ANOTHER ENEMY THROWN AT ME FOR THE CROWD TO SEE?” Charcoal boasted as the crowd of attendees cheered on. Dilo saw his boasting as a chance to spit his deadly venom in Charcoal’s eyes. Dilo barely missed and shot his neck instead, but it would do. Dilo leaped toward him and bit the latter’s arm, putting as much force into it as he can before dodging out of the way. While Charcoal remained the brawn, Dilo had the brains. Charcoal was enraged to the point he didn’t even need battle strategy, blindly throwing chunks of the arena everywhere he could see that appeared to be green. Dilo took hold of one of these rocks and threw it back at Charcoal. As Charcoal reached to clear his eyes, Dilo managed to scratch deep into his face, another gash to remain as a scar in Charcoal’s fur.

Dilo looked up and then noticed something: his claws were still stuck to Charcoal’s flesh! He reached up his arm to set it free, but it was already too late. Charcoal grabbed hold of Dilo and slammed him into the ground. Dilo tried to roll out of the way, but Charcoal continuously, blindly smashed Dilo’s body into the platform over and over again. Dilo could feel his strength waning, knowing this wouldn’t end well. But a surge of hope rushed through him. Charcoal reached his arms up to deal the final blow, but Dilo reared back and spit out another blob of venom - directly into Charcoal’s eyes. Charcoal yelled out in pain as Dilo rolled out of the way and tackled Charcoal of his feet with a swing of his tail. Dilo grabbed Charcoal’s neck and bit into it hard. Charcoal swung his arms to grab Dilo’s face, missing him by inches, and Dilo spat out another blob of venom into Charcoal’s neck wound. “NO. STOP THIS. STOP THIS NOW,” Charcoal cried out, but it was too late for him. Dilo held Charcoal’s arm and kicked Charcoal in the face. He then pushed Charcoal closer and closer to the edge of the platform. Charcoal managed to slap Dilo in the face, but Dilo countered the next one. Dilo swung his arm in a punching motion at the already cowering Charcoal.

As Dilo and Charcoal stood there at the edge of the arena, Charcoal spoke, “How. How could you do this?” He barely gazed up at Dilo, knowing what was about to come. Dilo responded with a final blow, knocking Charcoal off the ground. Charcoal reached his arms out blindly, but it could not stop him from falling straight on top of the spiked thorns. He was stabbed by each and every one of them until he remained a motionless corpse

Dilo stood at the edge of the platform, looking down at his fallen foe. He was bruised and blood trickled down from his arm. From his hands. From his face. But he didn’t just win. He survived. And he looked up at the crowd, and they cheered at the sight of him still being able to move his limbs…

To be continued.