The chronicles of Mittland Part 03 Time of the wolves

[Vauban]

„Who are you that you dare it to interrupt our fight?“ The warrior who was so sure about his victory came closer at Juras. Without waiting to an answer he continued to ask, „does a cripple want to instruct a warrior?“ Heavy breathing from the fight the man discharged these words, and his eyes sparkled before anger. „I am JURAS, once I was a knight at the yard of king JURON of Mittland, and I would like to terminate this senseless blood pouring.“

[Vauban]

„Senseless?“ JURAS saw, how the blood cooked in the young warrior. Pearls stood on the ebony-black forehead. „The tribes of the Wild country need their warrior prince, and only the best and strongest fighter will lead them.“ JURAS turned to the nomad, „and in addition for it you kill mutually and weaken your combat capability! So it will be easy for ARTRAC to beat you.“

[Vauban]

JURAS' words reached the nomades, and a whisper went through the men standing around. Some of them considered the saying and nodded then approving. But who should lead the tribes into the war, if the warriors were not fighting against each other in the duel?

[Vauban]

„I'm NUMUR, the best fighter of my tribe“, the warrior shouted hot-bloodily into the round. „I will lead the nomades as their warrior prince into the fight! I will kill everyone, which opposes me!“

[Vauban]

JURAS vibrated the head. This hot spur was not allowed to rule the nomades. He was courageous and strong, but against a tactician such as ARTRAC he did not possess the smallest chance. Thus JURAS took the weapon of the fighter who was on the soil. „Then fight with me!“ „Why I should? “„Because I oppose you" JURAS answered him. NUMUR discharged a loud laughter. „Or do you have fear to fight with me? “ NUMUR's laughter grew silent immediately. With a loud cry he attacked the still standing JURAS.

[Vauban]

In the last moment JURAS lifted his weapon and repelled NUMUR's impetuous attack. As he had suspected and seen in the fight before, the nomad attacked him without consideration for his own covering. NUMUR trusted alone on his strength and speed. JURAS pulled NUMUR to it forward on his own weapon with a rapid turn of his arms, ducked themselves under the powerful arms of his opponent and rammed him the combat stick into the stomach.

[Vauban]

NUMUR snatched after air and curved himself before pain. He vibrated disbelievingly the head. In what strange kind did the foreigner use the combat stick? Tumbling the warrior tried to come on his legs. But JURAS was already over him and pressed the nomad with the unusual weapon to the ground.

[Vauban]

NUMUR tried to stand up again, but JURAS held him apparently easily to the ground. „Do you recognize my victory?“ The nomad tried to rise, but the stick before his chest made it impossibly for him to stand up from the soil. NUMUR pressed angrily between his lips a "Yes" out. Juras discharged immediately of him and handed the young warrior the hand. „I do not preserve any anger against you. You fought courageously and well. Let fight us together against ARTRAC!“ 

[Vauban]

Hesitating NUMUR seized JURAS' hand. But the nomad had not given lost the fight yet. He tried to pull with a rapid movement JURAS to ground. But the former knight had expected something in this kind and he could not be brought from the equilibrium. Instead he pulled NUMUR on the legs and grined thereby. In thoughts JURAS thanked the Indescribable that NUMUR had been exhausted by the past fights, and that he could surprise the hothead so simply. 

[Vauban]

Being astonished the nomades had observed the duel. The foreigner had defeated NUMUR, as if he would be only a child. Again movement came only now into the spectators, and one of the standing around men called, „nevertheless who is now to lead us into the battle?“ Now also NUMUR smiled and answered, „JURAS will lead us. He is the new warrior prince of the nomade tribes!“ Thereupon the men struck their spears against the shields and they showed so their agreement. 


To bei continued …