CHAPTER 10 (PARTE 3)
THE DUNGEON CITY (PART 3)
"¡Then what are we waiting for!"
Galia, excited by the development of all these events that do not have a coherent explanation for it, but, enough to be more excited than ever in her life.
Eliotath, the elven hero who gave hope to his people and even managed to break through the barrier of death after rising as the tree at the center of life. That person, that legendary hero, is the one little Galia is about to meet right now.
Antonieta and María, fascinated by the enthusiasm of their new adventure partner. They are sure that their leader will accept him without hesitation. Very few times, they are free and able to meet people from the outside, and Galia meets all those expectations that they have of the race that resides on the surface.
Antonieta is the first to speak, crossing both arms with her top hat on her legs also crossed.
"¡Take one of the roots and cut some!"
Galia, who did not hesitate for a second, obeying the command, took in her left hand a small part of the tree's roots, its blade, or the sword that her grandfather had given her weeks before in his other hand.
Thinking a little about the many things I could do and ask the elven hero, he took a break. He grasps his grip and then the edge of his sword gently cuts through the skin layer of the root.
Subsequently, the wound bled. Galia, waiting for some event, looked around in expectation of some change in the environment. Finding nothing new, seconds later he turned his gaze toward Marie and Antoinette. Who were smiling, finding themselves much more smiling than a few moments ago.
"¡See you in a while, new adventure companion!"
"What are you saying-"
Without waiting, Galia quickly turned away when an immense force was exerted on her right arm. Desperate searched everywhere, finding that the tree's roots had caught him abruptly. With every effort he could, he tried to cut the roots with his sword, but the more he cut, the greater force the roots poured into his grip.
From one moment to another, the whole body of Galia was devoured by the roots. Completely disappearing from the place where she was a few seconds ago. Meanwhile, Antonieta and Maria act calmly. They even decided to play a bit of cards while waiting for their partner to arrive.
On the other hand, in the current situation of Galia, it is strange, then. At the time of being consumed by the roots, she fell and awoke in a new and completely different place. Trees, flowers, grass and more trees greet you first in a literal way.
"¡Welcome to the World!"
"¡Oh, welcome, miss!"
Galia looked in all directions for an answer, for with his thought alone it was a total mess. Plants and trees that speak despite their missing and clear mouth to do so. Greeting in a rather lively way what they and possibly they consider as a guest.
The little Ghamurant, between breaths, stood up after those few seconds it took to hit her face against the ground, so she took the first step through this strange place. Where, again, another unprecedented event took place under the feet of Galia.
"¡Hyaaaaa!"
From the ground, a well with no apparent end opened; Gaia, again, fell. The fall did not last for long, seconds, which led to the unprecedented fall. Galia, again, hit, although this time, before hitting, a blow to his stomach received him. Being thrown in the rear direction and impacting back against a perpendicular structure.
Despite the blow, the pain never came, for even if his body assimilated the form of what hit him, it really was not beyond a severe push. A few moments later, Galia regained her posture, standing, she looked up again to recognize where she was. But now, a surprise was received in his eyes.
In front of him, a man sitting on a throne. Women with long ears and revealing clothing considering themselves sexis to show them every beautiful point of their anatomy. That smiling man, taking all the women with both arms.
But it was not in the main instance that Galia noticed, for this man. He is chest naked, but dressed with legs down, eyes like those of Galia and his golden hair tied with a ponytail. But not only that, since, like Maria and Antonieta, a patch covers one of her eyes and in her hair a top hat.
Despite this, and that unusual dress to see, it is his physical appearance that does not really far from the same. Galia and that mysterious man; they reflect to each other the same age of infants. Although, to the aura of whose man, it demonstrates subtle maturity in what may entail the actions that can exercise.
"¡Tch! ¿You know why you're here, don't you?"
Galia, who was unaware of the situation in which she found herself, shook her head. The man snapped his tongue again. He looked up at the next one, his index finger pointing to little Ghamurant.
"Galia of the beast family Ghamurant. I, the hero and elven king Eliotath... ¡welcome you to my not at all humble abode!"
Galia, dismayed, raised her head to one side for I never hope that this same man who seems of his age would be that legendary hero.
"You... well, ¿you look like anything but a hero, you know? I was picturing someone full of muscles; this is kind of disappointing."
Yeah, such a remark did not please the acclaimed hero at all. Without waiting, he separated from his throne and with a snap of the fingers of his right hand, the whole environment changed scene.
Now, what appeared to be a kingdom, changed completely into an open field. Only grass and flowers, small reliefs without tree decorations. Only the color green and in the middle of both, a table adorned with a chapel that covers the sun's rays and two wooden chairs at each end. Eliotath, taking a seat; Galia, doubted by this sudden change.
"I'll let your disrespect pass; now, take a seat, my dear guest."
Two of his fingers were resting on cups that suddenly appeared. Whose inside cups, they make full to the brim of liquid that appears to be tea, juice or coffee.
But whatever it is, Galia took a seat.
"´¿W-Where are we, besides what happened to those women around you and the castle?"
Eliotath drank a subtle sip from the cup, before answering Galia's questions.
"That's easy to answer. Well, you see, right now we are inside my head, my imagination or my subconscious; any way of seeing it is the correct one".
"¿Your... head?"
Galia questioned, because that was something totally fantastic.
"Yep, my head. But, it's not the big thing to tell truth."
Again, another sip more Eliotath drank from the cup. To fix his gaze on Galia shortly afterwards.
"If you don't drink it, then it will get cold. Although I can heat it whenever I want."
"A-Ah... Yes, thank you. ¿But first, how do you know my name? You called me by name a moment ago and even mentioned my last name and the family I belong to".
Eliotah scowled a smile. I left the cup on its side and placed both arms on the table with my hands resting on his chin.
"Oh, that's easy. Well, I'm someone who knows everything about the world and that includes you and your family. In fact, I could tell you so many secrets about Aria, your father and your grandfather."
Galia, I swallow saliva, but do not look away.
"That... Ah, it's hard to believe, but considering all the strange things I've lived in this place I don't know, I choose to believe you".
His comment once again cheered the blessed hero. He took a breath and leaned his back against the wooden chair, then raised his legs over the table. Pouring some of the tea.
"Wow, I'm surprised you're so serious right now. Well, I know enough about you to know that you're a spoiled brat".
Galia's gaze was sharpened by such a remark.
"¿Is that so? ¡Well, I'm a child, I can afford to be as capricious as I want!"
"Jo, and you mention it with such pride. Well, I guess you're right. Little granddaughter of a giant."
"Uh?"
The comment was a total surprise for Galia, her posture became a little more serious. Granddaughter of a giant? Crosses whose thought through his head. Well, Galia has no idea what the hero means. Well, her only grandfather is Darko.
"¿Do I have any other grandparents?"
Eliotah, for such an answer, burst into laughter.
"Well, technically yes, but. ¿Tell me, do you really know nothing about your grandfather? ¿Even, being that you are aware that your grandfather participated in the great war of giants and dragons? War, which was given thousands of years ago".
"¿What are you getting at?"
With a sigh of surrender, Eliotath snapped his fingers once more.
"I had in mind that you were a complete idiot, but now that I look at you in much more detail, I can confirm that you are more than just an idiot. Same image as your grandfather, two pairs of idiots".
"B-Well, ¡it's you who say things that I don't understand at all, stupid hero!"
After the snap, Galia looked abruptly surprised. When, suddenly, his sight began to drop with a smiling Eliotath, waving with his hands. By the time her sight hit the ground completely, she realized that at that very moment. She has been decapitated.
Although, before panicking about the situation. Another click resounded over the air of the room, reaching up to his ears. Sweating his head now back in its proper place.
Galia, without coming to understand what had happened, looked up with nervous and entrancing eyes of sudden panic. With his voice trembling and wobbly, he stood, backing away, crawling on the ground. Product of the fear and anxiety of having seen his own body beheaded in a blink of an eye.
Eliotath, who is still in his seat, clapping both palms of his hands together.
"Enough talking, now, let's focus on what you really came to this place. Maria and Antonieta, they have great expectations of you."
Before we begin, whatever the elf is thinking about paused. Shortly afterwards, to talk again.
"By the way, do not worry. Being inside my head the concept of pain or death does not exist here."
Galia, with a sip of spit, tried to stand up, still dismayed by the event just a moment ago. Despite this, a smile between teeth became present in his face, as I watch the elven hero pose in combat with a sword that suddenly made presence on those white hands of his.
Sword that was funny to Galia, because, unlike the swords that his grandfather, Aria and father usually carry. This one is thin but long, a simple design and looks much simpler than the blade. Looking brittle and inefficient.
"¡¿Do you really think you can win with that thing?!"
Galia, exalted by the nerves and sudden emotion for having experienced death only a couple of seconds ago, is shown burlesque and confident. Passing on, that remark of the elf, referring to pain and death.
"¡Ha, ha, ha! Girl, you need a good deal of experience. ¡Your family style is not unique in the world and you know that better than anyone else. Come on, I give you a chance to strike first!"
With that said, Galia did not wait a second more and launched the attack. An immense speed, along with a lateral cut. Where, to his surprise, he was detained with an incredible success. The sword of eliotath, flowing like a tide, consuming with its strong current the impact of the brute force-laden blow of Galia´s sword.
"¡I present you the first style of the three families beast! ! ¡The style of the defensive staff, owned by the family of Phatsura, family to which your grandmother belongs!"
Galia stared in surprise at the moment that her posture was destabilized, consequently to her side, in an unsuspecting way her body received the impact of a fierce crescent cut, just in the same instant as her cut, blow against the sword of the elf, receiving the same level of impact, similar to a huge wave of water that forces it to sink between its tide, dragging it along its unrestrained current.
"¡Live in own flesh one of the technics of this beautiful style, Mirror of the current. Compulsory technique that must learn a swordsman learns of this style and second technique of the five that have been carried by each user on their way by the sword!"
STREAM MIRROR: This skill allows the user to use the fluidity and adaptability of water to deflect physical attacks, instead of blocking in a rigid way, the swordsman absorbs the impact of the attack, diverting the force of the attack by key points in your body imitating the water drops gently impact against your body transforming this into a fluid movement that allows you to neutralize the blow without receiving damage.
EXECUTION: The user adopts a relaxed and flexible posture like water before a storm in this way when the enemy attacks the sword Counterattack to the enemy with curved patron absorbing the impact with the least resistance that the espadichin's body is able to withstand reducing the damage to almost zero. If the user is skilled enough, he can find a breach in which destabilizes the enemy for an upcoming attack.
LIM IT:This ability is not effective if the user is not concentrated on one hundred percent to the battle, being its weakness the surprise attacks and magic.
Galia, with the greatest effort I could make at that precise moment, buried her sword on the ground, opening a gap between the earth which helped to slow down her enormous journey in provocation of being thrown with an unlimited force after such a crescent attack. With his heavy breathing, but with an ecstatic smile.
In a leap, I reach again into the position of the elific hero, where, now, instead of striking with his sword, Eliotath was forced to make a slight leap when Galia directed a downward kick at the elf's legs. However, in those small moments when the elf looked down into the air, Galia, I take his own weapon clinging to his hands and give another side cut to the ribs of Eliotath.
As a result, the elf was surprised but still. His ability is still far superior to that of Galia, Managing to block the attack, causing the same effect as before. Sweeping Galia to the ground once more.
Taking with them the table and cupboard.
"¿Is that all you can give? Though, uh admit that attack caught me by surprise, I suppose it's something you learned in your fight against your servant."
Galia, who snapped her tongue, returned to combat. Her sword on her shoulder, looking for some opening or movement to make before launching. But, his impatience is what plays against him, throwing himself like a hungry beast against the elf one more occasion.
"Remember that I know all about you, even your greatest secrets. I can discover every move you make just by looking into your eyes. To strike senselessly, it will do you no good, reckless brat."
"¡Silence, you hero!"
In a ferocious scream, Galia swung her sword across the heavens, seeking to strike an ascetic cut with the greatest force she could now. Despite this, his blow was blocked without any difficulty, teasing her by that increbantable defense of the elf. The little one took a breath, taking a few steps away from her opponent.
But, despite trying to think and carry out a plan to finish off his enemy, his body and heart prevent him from arming his thoughts. Every fiber of one of his muscles calls for bursting with cuts to the damned annoying subject, his blood boils in effect from the annoyance that his enemy is exerting on him. His hand, which rests on the handle of his sword, was pressed very tightly, raising the veins of his arm.
He sighed, and the breath of his mouth echoed. Steam reached to his face, hot steam as a result of his fierce and emotional will of his heart in battle. Eh without thinking, it was a single step at the speed of the same wind against his opponent. Leaving him appreciate, that look and expression maddened by the battle. Fruit of his innate style. The sword of a thousand tons.
"Ugh... Despite their Giant blood, they don't get far away from a hungry beast. ¡God, that's exciting!"
Without waiting, Eliotath, was forced to cover himself with another cut, Gaul, not long and another cut went in the direction of the elf. Cut, after cut, where each of them were blocked by the hero's sword.
In between, Galia, annoyed, took from the blade of the elf's sword, cutting slightly off the palm of her hand by consequence of the edge of the sword. So, with sufficient force, he brought with him a slight push in the direction of it. Eliotath, without expecting the result of this same action, a fist, sent with love from Galia impact full on his face.
Where now, the one who was thrown meters away was the same hero. Although his face was slightly disfigured and his nose broken, he showed no pain. In fact, at the same instant his face is restored by magic.
"¡All wild, I love Galia Ghamurant!"
With all this, Galia was no longer aware of her surroundings, heading at full speed once more against the elf. Now, with a kick over his stomach, he lifts him up against the clouds, where he later throws his sword. Hitting the handle of the same, against the between leg of the hero Eliotath. Eh so, before hitting the ground. Another fist owned by Galia, was drawn on his face but now buried against the ground.
When his fist was removed, the elf's ear-to-ear smile remains there.
"¡Antonieta and Maria were not wrong about you, in truth, you are one among a million!"
In this way and abruptly, the environment changed once more after a click. Now, Galia, in completely different clothes. Dressed in a wedding dress, a couple of flowers over her hair. On his side, Eliotath, dressed elegantly in a golden suit and in front of him, a beautiful ceremony. This, suddenly, I blow away all thought of combat in Galia, looking around her nervous trying to understand everything that is happening right now.
"Lord Eliotath and Lady Galia, do you swear to love each other forever?"
Eliotath, without waiting, takes both hands of Galia, looking directly into her eyes.
"¡Sure, I swear!"
"¿You, Miss Galia?"
Galia, who counted on anything but radiant happiness, took Eliotath between her neck. Take a breath and without mercy, I exert the greatest force of his life, until he breaks his neck and back, throwing it like a rag toy against the air and clouds.
But, after another repeated similar scene, his environment changed. Returning to the same situation of a beginning. Galia taking tea quietly next to Eliotath.
"¡Ho, ho, ho! ¡I haven't had as much fun in a long time as today, you're definitely on the team!"
Eliotath exclaimed in laughter. Galia, that with that last porfin entered into the knowledge of all events. Well, it was true. Mainly I come to this place because I want to join the scout team of Maria and Antonieta. Now, in response. He assumed to win the favor of his leader. Elven king Eliotath.
"¡Fuck you, you stupid fool!"
Despite his complaints, Galia is certainly happier than ever, impatient to tell her mission now fulfilled to her new companions and this great fight she had against the elven hero to her grandfather and Aria. This day, it was undoubtedly something great that he wants to repeat again. If possible, let his head not be removed from his body.
"By the way, you should be careful in the next few days. Perhaps an event without forebodings can change your life completely. Watch your back, Galia Ghamurant."
This comment caught him by surprise. Well, it was so sudden that he does not understand how to take it.
"¿What the fuck are you talking about?"
Despite his question, his sight was suddenly in immense darkness. When, without waiting. His body was thrown from the roots, falling directly next to Marie and Antoinette who waited all this time upon their arrival.