Proudfoot : Part two

Proudfoot had his axe on the throats of a dozen Barbarians. They were being squashed under the weight of the giant. The Two Strongman Samurai guarded Zeno as he still lay unconscious. Plato held one end of the axe pushing it against the barbarians. "You keep on hunting, and you keep on running" he said to the barbarians in the Marakese Tongue. This caused a bit of a fury with the Barbarians, they pushed harder against the axe that held them down. Proudfoot looked at Plato with Anger. "What did you say? said Proudfoot in Andoran. Nothing , replied Plato and pressed harder against the edges . Proudfoot too tightened his grip on the Barbarians almost choking them to death. There was a huge thud on the back of Proudfoot. " It was Durovin trying to rescue his people" Proudfoot Caught Durovin by his throat and lifted him up to a great height. The head of Durovin almost the ceiling of the Dungeon.

"The Barbarians started to get up in numbers, and Plato tried his best to hold them back. He knelt on one leg on the axe. The center was being covered by the strength of the human , but the corners were being left free. As one of the barbarians to the left of Plato had got himself free, he was at once pushed back to the hole he had just leapt from. The two strongman now occupied both the corners. They spoke to Plato in Marakese. "These are no good people. They have burnt a many a places, so we have heard". Yes, they have , he replied and he pressed the axe to the throat of the Barbarian so hard that they all heard a snapping sound. And one by they crumbled and withered away by the strength of the valiant warrior. "Let them perish" Plato spoke in his native tongue. "Forever into these grounds" sang the Strongman in Marakese. Durovin seeing the plight of his people tried to get his neck released from the godly grasp of Proudfoot. But no matter how much he tried, he simply could not. "What unholy man are you" he uttered in a devilish snarl. Durovin pressed it even harder.

"You cannot kill that man" came a voice form the corner. They all looked back. It was Zeno. He had finally regained his consciousness. What? asked everyone. "You cannot kill that man. He is a man of death now" replied Zeno. " No, He will die" said Proudfoot with the wrath of the giant in his eyes. His eyes were turning to mild green as his aura had a totally different look now. The Gods of Giant now stand behind him, rejoiced the Strongman. So he will die, asked Plato to the Samurai. No , he will not ide. But he will not be able to live either. " He will crumble into the grounds, but he will breath. He will not be able to move, but his eyes would remain open" replied the Samurai. That is good for me, said Plato and reached his hands to Zeno. They both looked at Durovin, who had fear in his hands for the first time. What is happening? he spoke in the tongue of the Barbarians for the first time. "Your life is ending" replied Zeno in the same tongue. Finish him, said Plato to Proudfoot. Proudfoot then left out a large grunt that shook the whole area. He released his grasp on Durovin who fell to the ground like a wounded animal. Proudfoot with the largest smile on his face turned towards his allies. "Finished" he said and the green effect on his eyes were slowly disappearing and his Aura to was returning to Mortality. No, not yet, said Plato as he pointed at the direction of the other corner of the Dungeon. Sifon and Seronn had put Archimedes in a corner. He had his hands on the guns of both the men and he was almost at the end of this fight. He could not last any longer. He held on as much as he could. Not only to protect his life but also the life of his friend, Plato. Seronn tried his hardest to get the gun out of the grasp of Archimedes. He simply could not. How to kill this man, he spoke in the tongue of the devil himself. "I do not, replied Sifon. This made Seronn furious as he pushed Sifon away to the corner and caught both the guns and tried pointing it over to the head of Archimedes. Archimedes could feel that he was completely powerless now under the strength of the devil. He was putting on a brave front, but he knew the gun was going to be at the direction of his head soon. "He would not die, but he would lay on the ground for a very long time". The Gun was almost at his head now, pointed to his skull. Archimedes closed his eyes accepting his fate!