flawless victory

I accept, grok'maga at dawn, don't regret it

my father looked at me with a slight smile he turned to the tent and without looking at frotkol said

don't be late

Once Groama and I entered the tent, shouting was heard outside, and many people began to move from here to there. It was the first time I had seen the preparations for a grok'maga.

In a short time it was already sunset, and my father left the tent, and I was left alone with Groama, and although I was somewhat uneasy with her looking at me, I was able to concentrate enough to continue with my training with the knife

Shortly after leaving, my father returned with a black warg skin, and he presented it to me very seriously. After a few moments, I grabbed it and put it on, knowing exactly what that black warg cape meant.

In each grok'maga the contestants must present their weapon a beast skin that someone from his family has hunted and the reason for the dispute, in this case groama

I was floored, I recognized this warg cloak but couldn't be sure where

father this cloak looks familiar to me where did you get it from?

My father gave me a melancholy smile and explained to me where the cape came from.

This is your mother's cloak she herself hunted this warg in her youth during her first hunt the first time I spoke to her, she was skinning that black warg she hunted to make this cloak, when I saw her that afternoon after the hunt I knew that she was perfect... in short, it's the cape I wore when you were born. She wrapped you in this cape. It accompanied you when you were born. It was the only protection she could give you.

My father took a moment to think about his words as he looked at that black warg cape with longing and sadness.

It is the only thing about her that is still with us, now it is what I want to be with you when you face death for the first time. I want this cape to belong to you from now on, so you know that she is still here, taking care of you through that layer

Once he finished speaking, he got up and left and did not come back that night.

groama prepared dinner and after eating I lay down on my bed and looked at groama's silhouette on the ground while observing her outline that was illuminated by the fathoms I decided to get up and go towards her and cover her with my blanket, when I got closer I realized that she was asleep Just like last night, she looked like an angel. I couldn't understand why she seemed so beautiful.

Finally, after a few minutes, I was able to wake up from its charm and I covered it with the blanket and went back to bed facing the wall of the tent. I was falling asleep, and I heard a noise behind me, so I turned to see what it was.

When I turned around I could see Groama standing in front of my bed, she covered me again with the blanket and a moment later she lay down with me, covering her head, she hugged me and put her face on my chest and whispered softly.

Thanks... for the blanket

When I wanted to see her face, I hid it with my chest, so she gave up the idea, I just hugged her and slept, I don't remember that she dreamed that night, but I know I couldn't have dreamed anything better than that moment.

I woke up when it began to get light, I put on my cape while groama got up, I took a piece of meat that was left over from last night and left the tent with my mother's cape on, the knife that my father gave me in my hand, and with groama to my side

At dawn, the entire tribe was gathered in front of the chief's tent, forming a circle with 8 red banners with a white fang in the center, which was the symbol of the tribe.

I could see the young orc who had challenged me on his knees covered with a gromhjol skin, which is a two-horned rhinoceros with red leather that covers his entire body except under the neck and on the soles of his feet. A 2.5 meter war hammer and I would say it weighs around 15 kilograms

I also knelt covered with my mother's warg cloak and my knife next to me after we were both in position the chief of the tribe my father and froktol left the main tent

The chief solemnly left the tent carrying a double-edged two-handed war ax with the entire handle made of carved bone, according to what I have heard. The handle of this ax is made of a dragon bone that the chief found during an expedition to the mountains of the dwarves as they tried to loot minerals from their caravans

suddenly the chief raised his ax and all the orcs of the tribe began to hit their weapons in unison creating an atmosphere of tension and oppression after 5 minutes while the noise of the weapons clashing sounded, the chief shouted gromak'hu and we both got up taking off our skins and throwing our weapons aside

The chief stared at each of us, nodded, and tossed his weapon to the ground, which was the traditional signal for the grok'maga to begin.

At the moment the ax fell, Lutgor pounced on me, trying to hit me with his left arm, but to his bad luck, I made the same movement that I used against my father two nights ago.

With my right arm I deflected the blow from him and with a slight movement I hit the back of his knee causing him to kneel practically turning his back on me but unlike when I practiced with my father I didn't stop my hand this time

He tried to turn his head and get up at the same time, but he received a blow to the whole face of him, he was not going to be able to knock him out, but I hit him right on the nose causing bleeding and making his eyes cry

While he clutched his face in pain and tried to dry his eyes, I took the opportunity to hit him twice in the ribs and a third in the middle of the stomach. The blows to the ribs were to cause him pain. He moved his torso and the blow to the stomach was to make him lose the air

which worked great since I lowered my arms from his face to grab his stomach none of my blows managed to really hurt him, but I did manage to confuse him I cut his breath twice and obstructed his view which gave me a momentary advantage

My next move was really predictable, I hit his nose again causing his eyes to water again, barely breathing and unable to see clearly, it didn't matter that he was much stronger and bigger than me, he could barely move

What I took advantage of quickly and without giving him a single second to breathe, and I managed to hit my opponent's body 5 times the first went to the stomach so that he continued without breathing well most of the time the second and third were a little higher

The fourth was again in the stomach, which caused him to lower his arms from his face and cover his torso again, but his defense was full of holes that could be used

which I did by hitting his liver with the last hit of that quick combo certainly wasn't my most polished technique but considering that I was fighting against a brainless muscleman and on top of that a novice in hand-to-hand combat that was more than enough for me. That manages to tire him

I've given him 11 blows so far, and it's only been a few seconds if I had received that beating from him right now I would probably be on the ground with my skull crushed, but this idiot was still standing gasping teary bleeding from his nose full of snot but no matter his state I was not going to have mercy

When he stopped holding onto his kidney, he looked at me with a terrified face. It was obvious that he had never received a beating like this before, but I didn't care about his expression, which made me throw my arms across my chest, to which he answered, throwing a desperate blow, trying to get me away. To be able to breathe

I easily dodged that blow and I gave him a classic boxing combination a jab followed by a cross and to finish an uppercut he hit the cross in his face I managed to break one of his fangs, the left one a fang that protruded about 6 centimeters from his mouth was split in half and its tip disappeared

Lutgor is completely disoriented, it was noticeable that he was seeing little stars, he was staggering when trying to walk as soon as he had his arms raised, he did not have any kind of guard, however, I did not stop for a single moment and I continued to hit him after hit, it was simply a one-sided beating

My punches were as fluid as I could get but given my lack of training with this body plus how rusty I was from not fighting in my childhood years I had to settle for simple almost random jab and cross combinations and an occasional uppercut

lutgor tried to defend himself, but his fight was already lost the poor man was disoriented without air and practically without vision because at every opportunity that presented itself I systematically attacked his nose and stomach

After 5 minutes, which I consider to be agonizing for Lutgor, I decided that it was enough and as soon as he tried to hit me again, I made a movement that my father could easily recognize.

I ducked quickly and jumped on his right leg with a very accurate movement, I managed to knock him down and apply a leg lock but unlike the last time I used this movement, I didn't stop until I broke his leg after three seconds, a loud crack was heard and a sharp cry of pain could be heard, I would dare to say that the dwarves of the mountains could hear it clearly

While my opponent was down and helpless I decided to be quick but cruel I approached him who was screaming in pain and I kicked his head knocking him out but since this was a death match and I had to kill him without any kind of weapon I simply crushed his neck step on it with all the weight of my body

I simply walked towards him and without looking at him, I stepped on his neck that quickly broke. I simply kept walking to take his war hammer and his cloak.