One With The Brick

"Truly an incredible man..." Tyria whispered, a smile creeping onto her face.

"I think you mean stupid! He's going to challenge them with merely a brick?!" Mord grunted.

"Have some respect for Lady Colm!" Erikson said but secretly agreed.

Gwen grinned. "Have you all forgotten what he did to me? What he did to Sir Walid? He can crush metal with his fists, and now he wields a brick. I fear these brave knights may not survive this fight."

A wave of whispers emanated from the crowd, and newfound anxiety settled in the knight's hearts.

They could only watch and hope.

On the exercise pad, the atmosphere was far different.

"I'll fucking kill this arrogant bastard... that'll teach him not to challenge three full-fledged knights with a brick!" One of the knights thought angrily and charged him.

Goleil could feel his pulsing, primal power growing with his battle lust and finally was able to release it. Like a phantom, he disappeared from the knight's vision.

The only clue that Goleil's adversary got was a small chuckle as Goleil smashed the brick into the man's head and sent him flying with a sickening crunch.

The knight's body was airborne until it slammed into the nearby stands and smashed through one of the uprights.

Before the other two knights could even react to the sight of their comrade flying away, he was upon them.

One second he was a few feet away; the next, the only thing one knight could see was the bottom of a leather boot.

Goleil's savage front kick crushed the knight's helmet and every bone in his face. As the boot impacted his face, the unfortunate man was sent spinning away.

The last knight had time for a mere gasp before a steel gauntlet slammed into his chest, pulverizing his ribs.

Goleil stood over the fallen knights, breathing heavily. His lust for battle hadn't abated; he needed more. These three weren't enough to satisfy him, and Goleil had turned his brick to powder after his first strike.

'How pathetic, they lasted for just two seconds. They're just giving out the title of knight nowadays...' Goleil thought as he turned to the next group in line and realized something.

All eyes were on him, from knights to squires, from Lords to Ladies. Silence ruled with an iron fist over the Colosseo.

The tyranny ended a moment later, the spectator's stands erupting with laughter and cheers, and many knights simply threw their weapons to the ground and began to take off their armor.

Gwen laughed. "Did you think mere knights could defeat a mighty Sun Guard so easily? He may look weak, but we can't forget that the Knights of Vrea are highly talented with mana circulation!"

Mord chuckled and patted Tyria's shoulder. "I guess we underestimated him; who knew he was so strong!!"

Tyria did not partake in their celebration, and Erikson only raised an eyebrow.

The pair of guards glanced over at her and saw she was pale and sweaty, her fist clenched tightly and her eyes wide.

'How is this possible?! His mana circuits were destroyed! When he dented Khalid's armor, I thought it was because of the difference in armor qualities! This is completely different!' She screamed internally.

'It's not common knowledge that his mana circuits are broken, and it must remain that way!'

As more and more knights gave up, Goleil looked around frantically for any challengers. Thankfully, some remained.

They did not dare underestimate him, even if they were a little insane for entering the duel after seeing what just happened.

The previous scene replayed itself; the knights left the ring racing through the air or dragged by their squire.

'Are they even alive?!' Tyria shouted in her heart as she saw them heading to the medical area.

"Does no one else intend to challenge me?!" Goleil shouted, his muscles still twitching with power.

Ty'Bral chuckled. "Do you seriously intend to challenge these bunch of cowards? Just tell them all to face you at once. That'll be interesting." He laughed mockingly.

"All of you, face me at once! I'll fight you all right now!" Goleil shouted, his voice ricocheting off the walls.

Goleil stooped down and picked up another brick. "I'll fight you all with just this!!" He roared as dark red coils of energy manifested around him.

Ty'Brals eyes were wide, then he closed them and howled in laughter. "You crazy bastard!"

The Colosseo erupted in raucous cheers as the knights stared at Goleil in dismay.

Was this guy serious? Three was already impressive, and there were well over sixty knights present.

Goleil's companions had an ugly look on their faces.

"There is a difference between confidence and arrogance, Goleil!" Gwen shouted.

"With all due respect, your majesty, this is an awful idea!" Mord shouted.

'Your Majesty?'

Tyria sighed and shook her head. If this man died because of his arrogance, he wasn't fit to help them fight off the Y'Trix. A few knights would make no difference, but if Goleil killed or seriously injured all of them, it would be a serious problem.

"Just don't kill them, Goleil!" Tyria shouted, to which the knights scoffed. As if the Knights of Redvale would all lose to a single man. The very thought was ridiculous.

Goleil chuckled. "As you command, Lady Colm."

He looked out at the sea of knights who now looked at him with a mix of greed, anger, and envy.

"I'll show you all what it means to go against a Sun Guard!" As he dropped from the exercise pad, he roared and beckoned them towards him.

The knights closest let loose their war cries and charged with every manner of weapon against the knight clad in gold.

As Goleil charged, his dark red aura converged on his body and shone through the cracks in his armor like a dying star as his strength grew, and his excitement did as well.

'Finally, a worthy challenge for my new strength! If this doesn't surface some of my memories, nothing will!' Goleil thought.