Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Law of Kings ❯ Spectator Entry ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Hey everyone, here's a story of my own making, based on the, oh so mysterious, law of talos, from Unknown Person's creations in Deviant Art. Go check it out! I swear your gonna get epic fights up the wiz!
 
Here is comes, the Law of King's
 
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“Well, well… not much. It would seem.” In a dusk lite city, surrounded by factories and machinery, where it looked to be a ghost town like any other, there was more then met the eye here. The street's empty, dust rising, and the sounds of the wind blowing along the walls of the houses… It was peaceful, but spooky.
 
“To think… A single second can go by and I already find a finish.” The anonymous voice concerned itself with. In a street in the town a man, bold and bulky, wearing black armor and having a sword as big as his arm strapped to his waist. He walked into an intersection…
 
“Is somebody waiting for me?” The big guy in black looked over and saw a single shadow in the rising dust clouds coming from this town. Within the gust of dust a shining toothy smile could be seen. “How kind… Let me return the favor!”
 
The big man ran the opposite of the mystery person, fast and scared for some reason…When suddenly his back arched as his groan called through the street's, weak and dying as his blood splattered to the ground… So did him, as a pencil sized hole could be seen from his back to his chest. At the other end of the street the mystery person's arm could be seen, a white gloved hand pointed like a gun, as the arm shown red shirt covering the body. The arm retracted back into the dust and the shadow of the one could be seen walking away. “No one can stop my destiny…”
 
Moments ago
 
In the City of Gragobarz there was a tournament of fighters, all entering to make a wish for their lives to change somehow. Some to find out what it means to know everything, and others to have it. Hundreds poured into the streets and went their ways before the tournament was called.
 
The rules were simple: last one alive. They were to walk aimlessly till they found an opponent, and if there was a fight near them they stay away.
 
In one part of the city there was going to be a disaster. A man in black armor, looking for a fight to show his sword skills, was about to find out it wasn't all games here. He stopped in the middle of the street as he found another man looking at the sky, just staying there.
 
He picked out his sword made of white and walked closer. “So you're my next opponent?” The man he questioned wearing a red coat and blue pants with a black tail and ears turned to show his fox like face. A were-animal maybe? “So I have to fight a were-wolf?”
 
The fox man smirked. “Anthro-furry is the categorization I am distant to. And it's Fox… Master Kenjoko Fox. If we're opponents then I'll give you ten seconds head start….” With a smiling demeanor and a sinister intention he called out the warrior's strength bluff.
 
The warrior got into running position “In your dreams, you're the one who shall die. You have no weapons…” The fox shook his head “Not a sword per say, but something with a point no doubt.”
 
The swordsman scoffed out at that and ran quick to the fox. His blade swung as he jumped the last foot to the creature, and as his blade fell… His prey dodged it. In the split second from the blades strike the fox-man realed his head back, and his body arched back a bit as the blade fell, missing him. His feet stepped back one foot then the other before going back forward, but each stepping on the blade.
 
“Wrong move.” The Fox mentioned just before his foot came up from the smoke and blasted the warrior back, the sword following. The Fox landed on his feet and smiled. “Didn't I tell you? Know what make that 20 seconds from now.”
 
The warrior saw this one wasn't bluffing… It was time to up his skills a notch. “20? How about we make it 30…I'm a slow learner.” The warrior growled as he got up in a run, getting his sword ready for another strike, pointing it down.
 
As the warrior swung upwards the Fox bent sideways to dodge. The warrior saw this and twisted his body, bringing the sword down for another downward slash, only for the Fox to sidestep it this time.
 
The fox grabbed the back of the warriors head and brought it down, his knee popping up and slamming into the face-mask of the warrior, making him go backwards in a thump. “How about a minute then?” The warrior didn't deny the time, but his skills now. That was his best striking ability!
 
He ran for his life! He upped himself to his feet and ran down the street, looking for a way to escape death. It didn't take long to find out there wasn't an escape…
 
“Is someone waiting for me?” The Warrior gasped and looked over at the dust raised streets, and saw the man's shadow in it. He saw that grin of menace clearly. “How kind… Let me return the favor!”
 
The warrior ran the opposite way, only to be shot with something bright, and fell to his death… the fox-man walked away, his shadow leaving no trace in the dusty street as he called out behind him. “No one can stop my destiny…”
 
In this city everything and everyone was against each other, from the ancient warrior's of old, to the mutated hybrid animal people. Everything you could imagine was here for one goal, and that goal is for a single wish of their choosing.
 
This fox came from the deep jungles of the Amazon for his chance to shine, and he would do anything do obtain it. His name was Juugan, the first breed of Anthro-Furry to be created by natural causes. He had an adept ability to use his own energy and draw it into any object, and use it as he saw fit.
 
Sadly, his strength was limited to his martial art's abilities, which were zero, but he manages with his energy abilities. He walked down the broken road looking for his next opponent, calmly listening to every wind sweeping by, every crack of rock breaking from the gravel buildings eroding around him, to the first steps taken towards him if they came.
 
He never did find another opponent that day, but he kept searching at night, waiting for his chance to grease the rust from his skills. He stopped in the middle of a deserted street suddenly, not moving, showing emotion, or even breathing. He raised his head up and opened his eyes…to see a boiler smash into him from above!!!
 
Nearby a shadow could be made out, walking to the crash. A werewolf was standing on top of a building looking down. “Guess this guy is all show. Not a chance in hell he could beat me.”
 
He stepped down to the ground level and walked to the wreckage he caused. “To think a boiler could stop this guy. What a joke he is! HAHAHAHA!!” He walked away singing a soft melody.
 
As he walked away a voice sounded out. “Going somewhere dumb-bell?” The werewolf looked back with a huge grin in his face. “Guess this WILL be a challenge. Mind telling me your name?”
 
Juugan dusted off his coat. “Juugan, and yours buster?” The werewolf shrugged. “Ain't got one... people keep calling me Lucian though.” The two just stood there, Juugan standing beside the wrecked boiler beside him. He was lucky to have good hearing and knew to dodge left.
 
Juugan didn't want to fight this strong opponent yet, so he kept the small talk going. “Why would a werewolf be here?” Lucian sighed as he turned. “People believe me and my race to be evil, souls carried out to be the slave of the devil... but it's just untrue I tell you. We're the sons of Gabriel, the werewolf archangel of heaven.”
 
Juugan scoffed. “I don't know much about heaven, but I believe you. I'm here to start my own race. Evolution started with me and I'm going to finish it.” Lucian got on all fours, growing slightly rabid. “Enough talk then, let's see whose wish will come true.”
 
Juugan stood still, trying to calculate his next move. Lucian wasn't going to wait though, and slammed his gears into full and blasted from the ground, running to Juugan at super speed.
 
Juugan didn't have time to dodge it, so instead he raised a hand and caught the fist, being pushed back slightly as his rigid arms strained from the powerful pressure of the punch delivered by Lucian. “Very well, let's go.”
 
Juugan jumped back quick, trying to gain distance, but Lucian didn't manage much before trying to rip Juugan to shreds. Juugan hit a wall and ducked as the claw came dangerously close to giving him a new head.
 
Lucian ripped the wall open and the building fell on top of them. As it fell, it opened a hole into the underground sewage pipes, where Juugan rubbed his nose frightfully in an attempt to stop the disgusting smell from entering his senses.
 
He held his arm to his nose instead and looked around for his opponent, knowing little about living dead and mythical creatures, but knowing enough about them to know this can't stop a werewolf.
 
Juugan turned around just in time to catch a glimpse of a fisted paw ram his nose in, and throw him back into a cross-section of the piping, hitting the wall. He didn't have time to recover, and his reflexes kicked in faster then he knew it to, and fell to his knee's quickly, spinning on one and throwing a foot into the gut of Lucian.
 
Lucian tried to claw his face in two again, like above on the building, but once he felt that kick, he pushed back and stopped, smiling. “Your strength is impressive for someone as small as yourself.”
 
Juugan stood up heaving as he tried to make his nose work again. He found out that the blow to his snout made it bleed, thus clogging it rather badly. In his mind he was trying to think of something to do, not wanting to waste any more energy, but not wanting to lose either. “With my nose clogged I can't smell, which is a relief to me in these sewers, but what do I know about these creatures to beat him?
 
Lucian got on all fours again. “Ready?” Juugan sniffed his blood up to his nose once more, as much as he could, before cracking his shoulder back in place. He had an idea….
 
He shifted his stance slightly, widening his legs at an angle, and heaving one clawed paw in the air behind his head. “Let's go…” Lucian launched himself to Juugan faster then normal, throwing a claw at Juugan's muzzle.
 
Juugan threw his own claw to stop Lucian's, and they collided, and stopped still, not moving anymore. Lucian saw this and smiled in amazement, but threw a foot up to catch in the slightly broken shoulder he saw earlier, only for it to move forward and catch the blow directly, stopping the attack.
 
Lucian scoffed as he twisted his body to try and catch his other foot to trip this Hybrid and stop the blocks he was caught in, only for the knee of the leg he was tripping to slam his foot into the concrete base of the sewer, and threw his last limb to try and uppercut this fox. Juugan's head slammed down and broke a knuckle or two and his caught hand swirled up and caught the hand. It was time!
 
Juugan got up quickly, holding both arms of Lucian and swung him around, top-like forward, only to heave his body into the wall of the cross-section, but not stopping, slamming Lucian deep into the opposite wall, and dragging him through and out.
 
Juugan roared as he swung Lucian hard and fast, throwing him up through the sewer ceiling and up into the city. Juugan was unstoppable at this moment, jumping up through the hole and catching Lucian, swinging them in mid air to throw him back down into the sewer. Juugan was stalled in mid-air, and so he got one hand beside himself ready to strike, making it glow with energy. He started to fall down, and going through the hole where Lucian lay, and thrust his claw through the body of the werewolf.
 
Juugan stood still, as Lucian lay gasping for breath… “You were a grand opponent, worthy of my race.” Lucian smiled. “So you are to mine, Juugan. Promise me something…in the honor of were-animals…” Juugan nodded his agreement. “Let them know of the werewolf legacy…of good.” Juugan smiled and stood. “Rest in peace, my friend.” Lucian drew his last breath. “My name is (gasp) Norman Rasten…Jr.” and so his dying breath ceased. He lay in the sewer, dead with a hole in his chest.
 
Juugan Kenjoko Fox stood staring at his new friend, dead by his hand. He took the blood from his nose, and drew a pattern in the fur of Norman, a pattern of faith, friendship, and honor. After he said his last goodbye, he walked through the sewer and back into the city streets, looking for a place to rest.
 
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Holy shit! That was something wasn't it?
 
Karl: Oh please, I could do that easy!
 
Juugan: You can't even throw a train without dropping on your ass!
 
HEY! Stop it both of you!! You'll see each other soon enough and settle it then.
 
Both: Fine!
 
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