We Lose, but We Were Lucky

"Can you please do it more gently Garth?" As he compressed my wound.

"Sorry, can't do," he said.

"How the hell did that happen?" Cecile asked.

"Our main techniques mostly make our opponents dead and not injured. Sometimes it's even a guaranteed one-hit kill. So we can't use it," I explained to them.

"That's weird. We didn't have any difficulties when we defeated our enemies," Garth said.

"Its because your opponents didn't wear a fucking piece of fucking Mythril armor," I said.

My body was full of bruises. The upper part of my body especially the torso was full of bruises. My shirt and my jacket were on top of the prep room table and Maria was unconscious. She got his in the head pretty bad by a sword.

I wanted to watch Garth and Cecile, but apparently the condition said otherwise. I had to wait for Maria to go conscious first. I wait until she finally opened her eyes.

"How do you feel?" I asked him as I compressed my bruises with a bag of ice.

"Wilson, where are your clothes?" She said as she saw my body.

"In the table," I said as I pointed my finger to the table.

"Are you feeling a bit dizzy?" I asked.

"A bit, just a mild headache, nothing too serious," She said to me.

"Take this Tylenol, you will need it," I said as I handed her a piece of tablet.

"Thanks," She said as she put the tablet in her mouth then chugged it down with a glass of water.

"Could I leave you alone?" I asked her.

"Sure, you may leave now, I will watch Garth match now," She said as she stood up the headed to the arena.

I put my clothes back and walked out of the prep room. I knew from the announcer that they were having a winning streak

I walked to my car then entered it and sat on the front seat. I turned on the engine then I grabbed my phone from my pocket. I turned the air conditioner on the max and turned on the radio.

I browsed the weapon section of Wikipedia to find a new source of ideas for my [Ultimate Summon]. When the browser started to load suddenly my handie talkie rang. I grabbed it from the seat beside the driver seat.

Wilson: "This is whiskey, Copy"

Maria: "Mike is here, Wilson, come to the arena quick!"

Wilson: "I surprised that you bring your hand transceiver. Why do I have to come there?"

Maria: "There is no time to talk, Make sure you bring your railgun!"

Wilson: "Hold your horses, I will come, but I won't bring my railgun."

I turned off the engine of the car angrily and ran to the arena. I saw Maria frightened face on the chair of the arena. She shouted at me and because I was walking very slowly she pulled me to her position.

"Why the hell did you have to disturb my time?" I asked her angrily.

"Shut up Wilson, look!" She said as she pointed her hand to the middle of the arena.

"Garth and Cecile are fighting Mythril armored enemy, so what?" I asked.

"Look at their sword!" She shouted near my ear.

"Hold your horses for god sakes! That's only a sword that looks like the cursed sword," I paused for a second until I realized the situation.

"WHAT THE HELL??? THAT'S THE F-ING CURSED SWORD. WHERE THE FUCK IS ANTON??" I shouted to Maria.

"We got no time for Mr.Douchebag. Bring the railgun!" Maria shouted at me.

"Hell no, give me two minutes. If I can't find him at that time I will bring the Anzio," I said to her.

"Go, I will hit you on the H.T," She said to me as I ran searching for Anton.

I ran out of the arena searching for Anton and his goons. it's not hard to find an obvious looking person like Anton. I approached one of the disciplinary committee members.

"Excuse me, do you see Anton?" I asked him.

"Anton? He is in the guard headquarters on the outskirts of the town," He said to me.

"Ok, Thanks," I ran to the car while cursing, "Shit shit shit."

With the car remote, I opened the trunk and searched for the anti-materiel rifle. "Where the fuck is that big fucking gun?" I said as I searched through the trunk.

Instead of finding the Anzio 20mm, I brought the Barrett M107. "It will do the job,"I thought to myself. I also brought an GM-94 loaded with a smoke bomb.

Wilson: "You okay with the Barrett?"

Maria: "Just get here quick, Garth is pinned down and Cecile has already gone unconscious."

Wilson: "Hang in there!"

I closed the trunk then ran back to the arena. I saw Maria standing at the entrance for the competitor. She wanted to enter, but the entry was barricaded by a magic barrier.

I threw the rifle in her direction, "Catch!" I said.

"Thanks," she inserted the magazine to the rifle then choked the handle.

"FIRING!!" She said.

BANG BANG BANG

The first shot broke the magic barrier and the second shot hit the cursed sword, breaking it in half.

"Maria, evacuate now!" I said as I threw shot 4 smoke grenades and 2 smoke bombs to the middle of the arena.

The arena was covered in smoke after a few seconds. During that time I disarmed the opponents and brought Garth and Cecile to safety.

During that time of evacuation, I late to realize that Garth was bleeding badly. I only realized after I brought him back to the prep room. Cecile was having a very bad cut on his thigh.

"[Ultimate Summon]," I summoned a basic surgery kit.

The first step was to give Garth a morphine injection. I wanted to make the pain lower for him then I started by closing his wound by pouring a ridiculous amount of alcohol into his wound. I stitched his wound then I cover it with an antiseptic bandage.

He got cut in his thigh, face, torso and his left hand. From what I heard, he got it from protecting Maria from the cursed sword.

I repeat the same process for Cecile's thigh, but I gave her double the dosage of morphine because her wound was worse than Garth. I laid them on the chair after the surgery.

Who the fuck was that?