Face Off

Time resumed, the entrance opened and two normal looking soldiers walked in. Without a word, they knocked Marvos unconscious and took him out of the room.

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Marvos shot up from his bed, he was immediately hit with a strong headache. He clutched his head as he began to remember the events before he was knocked out.

He sat, head down as he tried to forget her face. Her beautiful face marred with tears because of him.

Marvos felt the place place shake followed by the sound of a large explosion. The entrance to his cell slammed open as the warden entered and grabbed him. "Hurry we're under attack, you are to fight for the great Operandi." The warden ordered. At that moment, something in Marvos snapped. He stood unwilling to move. The warden realizing that Marvos wasn't moving turned and began shouting. "Move you good for nothing slave, move before I get angry." but Marvos stayed still his head down.

The wardens face turned red in anger. He pulled out his whip and began to hit Marvos the whip tearing into his skin, leaving bright red marks. The warden rose his hand to give another strike when a hand gripped him. He looked forward and saw that the hand belong to Marvos. Marvos slowly rose his head revealing that his entire eyes including the sclera were black.

"YoU ToOK heR aWAy frOm mE, YOU TOOK HERRRRR….." Marvos said in a dark grating voice. Before the warden could move, Marvos immediately used his free hand to clamp unto the mans fat neck and began to squeeze. Before long, the Wardens face turned purple but Marvos continued to squeeze until the wardens neck broke and collapsed on itself like a squeezed lemon. Marvos drooped him as blood began to flow out of his orifices.

The darkness in Marvos' eyes receded he held his head to clear his now bleary eyesight. "What was that?" he asked himself. It felt like he was watching himself act. He had no control for his body yet he was aware of what he was doing. "No time time for that. I have to find out what's going on."

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Marvos stumbled out of the cells only to b greeted by chaos, everyone was running like headless chickens most of them going to the armory. Marvos grabbed the nearest gladiator and asked "What the fuck is happening?" "After Lord Damian left, Warlord Operandi was furious so he sent out a group of soldiers to sabotage them, all I know is that they never came back but Warlord Damian did and he came with an army. Now let me go, this is my chance to be free." He explained before struggling out of Marvos' grip before running to the armory only for it to be blown up a moment later. Marvos sighed as he stood still for a while. "Freedom" he whispered to himself. The word felt bland on his tongue. 'whatever' he thought to himself as he walked out of the cell area moving towards the training grounds, the last location before the gate itself.

The moment Marvos entered the training grounds, he was met with a gory scene, the entire ground was covered with bodies, dead bodies. He looked towards the other end of the field and saw he cause of this massacre, a familiar smirking face. "Doryan" Marvos said with a clenched fist.

Doryan was leaning on his spear as if waiting for something. The moment he saw Marvos , a wide grin spread across his face as he stood up straight. "I was waiting for you, sorry about the mess, my lord ordered me me not to allow a single soul to cross this gate." he said as he spun his spear. " If you want what's good for you I recommend that you turn around and hide like a little bitch until this is over then maybe you might be free." He taunted.

Marvos clenched his fist as he walked forward his walked turned into a jog before it became a full on sprint. He quickly summoned a blade. Doryan ran forward and they clashed sending a shock wave throughout the field.

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Operandi did not have a good day. His champion lost causing him more than a thousand ingots of pure unadulterated Mythril and now his plan to claim them back backfired badly.

He stood at the top of his mansion, he watched as everything he built was torn apart. Operandi looked at the mountain range and standing right at the cliff overlooking the valley that led into the compound, despite the lack of light Operandi felt him, the one responsible for this all warlord Damian himself.

Operandi let out a grunt as he jumped of the roof. He fell, the ground approaching fast. Out of nowhere, two large black winds formed from his soldiers. He flew all the way to the cliff. He landed, his wings dissipating.

"Ah the great Operandi finally graced us with his presence. You know hen I came here, I knew you'll pull shit like this so I came prepared, I had back up just behind the mountains. Oh and by the way the Overlord has allowed me to claim all your assets including the lands, that is when I win of course. So why don't we end this eyy…" Damian said, pulling off his gas mask. Revealing a young face probably no older than twenty five his face completely covered with tattoos.

"You fucker… the rest think you're just some brat lucky enough to have gained the grace of the Overlord but, know the Demon you truly are. You planned this, I don't know how long it took you but you planned all of this. You're right though, let's end this" Operandi responded, tearing of his own mask. His face was scared beyond recognition. Nothing to distinguish, the only visible parts were the eyes which were a dull brown and the mouth.

"Damn you're fucking ugly… and for your information it took me less than a minute to come up with this, I mean you aren't exactly considered smart y'know." He taunted as he pulled out his twin axes both with glowing blue blades. He hefted one over his shoulder and pointed the other at Operandi. "Well my old friend, come let's dance to the tune of your death." He said with a smirk.

Operandi rolled his shoulders then spread his arm.

[Fall of a man, fall of an army, fall of a country, fall of the world. I command you come forth [stampede I]] He chanted.

Out of nowhere, animals of all kind appeared from ants the size of houses to elephants the size of dragons to dragons the size of well larger dragons.

Operandi smirked as he pulled a great sword from his shadow. "Yes, let's dance to well… screw it let's fight" he said as he commanded his creations to move forward.

To Be Continued…