Border Wall Brawl

Mikax had spent the next two weeks walking towards the border. He had stopped in 2 smaller towns along the way, smartly though he wore his mask before entering to make sure not to cause any fuss. Nothing exciting had happened and honestly, it was starting to bore him.

Finally, in the distance, he could see the makings of a wall. He had been informed that the countries were separated and the elves preferred their seclusion but he didn't think it would go this far. It had reminded him of a presidential promise from when he was still a kid, only this dream was fulfilled to the fullest.

As Mikax approached the wall he could see patrols and sentries walking back and forth. If it weren't for the road leading him directly to a gate he wouldn't have known how to cross. This gate was large enough to allow multiple wagons to go through at the same time, the only problem was everything was closed shut.

"What do you want?" A voice shouted from the top of the wall.

"I'm here to come talk to your scholars and mages. I need their help." Mikax shouted back. He could just sneak or force his way into the country but it would be much smoother if they allowed him in on their own.

The elf on top of the wall disappeared only to reappear at the bottom through a small door to the side of the gate, with him walked 10 other elves that were a mix of classes. The leader was a physical combat-based class as he wore a mix of leather and metal armor. If Mikax were to guess he would say that a swordsman class fit him best.

"Hasn't anyone told you no humans are allowed in without an invite?" The elf had a tone of scorn in his voice as he stared Mikax down. He was staring down at him, the elf had to have been close to 7 feet tall, Mikax in comparison was just shy of 6 feet tall.

"Can't say that anyone told me, so why are you here if I can't come in?"

The elf and his lackeys began to laugh at Mikax's response. "We have a tradition if you can defeat the gates guard captain in combat you can enter."

"To the death?" Mikax raised an eyebrow at the hulking elf in front of him.

"Afraid?" The elf returned the look.

With that, Mikax smiled and drew both of his daggers from his back. It had been too long since his blades had tasted blood and he could tell they were growing impatient.

The elf removed his swords from his back as well. "Don't blame me for not taking it easy on you. No human has ever won a fight before and it won't start today." The elf charged directly at Mikax not waiting for him to take a defensive or offensive stance.

Mikax didn't mind, he was surprised to see that the elf was over level 140. He was by far the strongest opponent he had seen thus far in Bedel. Instead of instantly killing his opponent he decided to toy with him some. Sword strikes and combos came at him from every possible direction however he only ever dodged.

Realizing that he was at what appeared to be only a minor speed disadvantage the elf decided to start using skills. He had never seen a human who was able to withstand his normal attacks before. Even other elven guard captains would struggle against him most of the time. To break the speed balance he decided to use one of his charging skills from almost point-blank range.

With the sudden speed boost, he was certain that he could catch the slippery human off guard. As he sped towards him with his swords flying in opposing trajectories to reduce any paths of escape he was shocked when the human darted towards him to meet him head-on almost instantly. When he expected an impact the human slid beneath his legs.

The elf guard had felt two sharp searing pains in both of his calves. When he turned around to look at the human he was standing still waiting for the elf to make the next move. Quickly, the elf looked down at the cuts to assess the damage that had been dealt only to find both cuts were mostly superficial. What struck him as odd was that neither area was bleeding even though both incisions were deep enough to draw blood.

The elf now was going to take this fight completely seriously. He believed that the elf had missed the arteries in his legs due to a lack of skill and ability. If he was going to bank on luck to get through this fight then he would eventually run out and get killed. He began to release his aura to the fullest, he focused his mind so that he would hopefully be able to keep up and predict the human movements.

The elf approached Mikax more carefully this time and had prepared to use defensive skills if he needed them. Instead of a large number of strikes to overwhelm his opponent, the elf decided to use fast strikes in hard-to-block or dodge areas to try and force the human into an unfavorable position.

As he stabbed the sword in his right hand towards Mikax he finally felt that he had caught a break. The human had stepped to the elf's left leaving his opposite sword strike that was coming in an upward sweeping motion poised to strike. Reality however taught him otherwise. In a seemingly fluid motion, Mikax had sidestepped the strike by what seemed like an impossibly small margin as he rotated his body and momentum towards the outstretched left arm of the elf. Both daggers bit into his skin just barely enough to draw blood before he retreated backwards again.

The elf grimaced in pain as reality set in on him. His earlier strikes didn't miss, the human was injuring him intentionally in minor ways like a cat playing with a cornered mouse before eating it. This continued for multiple more strikes as the elf grew more and more desperate after each clash.

The 10 elven spectators debated on joining in the fight as they could tell that things were going south for their commander. As they were about to move forward and help the commander had shouted for them to stop. He would rather die honorably than survive having to be saved in a traditional battle.

"Last chance to hit me. Are you afraid?" Mikax decided to ask the elf the same question he had asked earlier.

"Who are you?"

Mikax began to laugh, this had caused everyone present to grow fearful as chills crawled up their spines.

"Let me tell you a little about these blades, they are known as the Twin Vampiric Blades of Sekhmet." Mikax began to juggle the blades while staring into the eyes of the elf. "Sekhmet had many names and roles. She was a healer, hunter, protector, and warrior. Among her titles was Vampire Queen for her blood lust was said to be so unquenchable that she nearly killed the entire human race. She was also a Goddess, daughter of Ra."

The world around these two men fighting had gone silent. The elves had heard of vampires and goddesses, they were both legendary existences in their own right neither had ever been confirmed to even exist in the sense the man in front of him spoke. If what this man was saying was true then one existed and he somehow had managed to acquire their favor to get these weapons.

"She knew what fear was. Do you know why I am confident enough to say that?" Mikax let this hang in the air as the elf was trying to catch his breath and figure a way out of his situation. "The answer is quite simple, when we killed her she had fear written across her face, you could see it in her eyes, hell I could even smell it in the air. So don't be worried Elf. You die today in godly company."

Everyone who heard his words was shaking, if they weren't afraid before then they were now. The man was claiming to have killed an immortal being. For the first time since they started fighting Mikax moved towards the man first. He didn't rush, his steps were slow and deliberate.

By the time Mikax stood before the elf, the latter had dropped his swords. He no longer had any will to fight, he had lost all hope of winning against this foe before him.

"You fought well. I am impressed with your ability to even still stand with your blood loss but it ends here. What's your name so that I can make sure it's not forgotten." Mikax stood still staring up at the towering elf before him.

"Husni Struman."

"May you rest easy then Husni." An instant later both blades had pierced the man's chest. A gasping-type sound could be heard as his last breath was driven from his lungs and his heart stopped beating. After a few seconds, Mikax removed his blades. The 7-foot-tall man never collapsed as all the liquid in his body was drained into the blades. Moments later he had turned to dust and blew away in the wind.

"Any other heroic defenders today?" Mikax walked towards the group of elves who had spectated. Not shockingly everyone had shook their heads and parted letting him enter the open gate behind them.