49 : A Tale Of Sorrow And Betrayal (2/?)

Ajel breathed out, before briefly assessing the situation that had come before him.

His whole body screamed out for relief from his warm bed as he slowly exhaled, his arms and legs cracking every time he moved.

"Was that necessary?" Ajel muttered to himself, before seeing Oriel charge towards him with a battle-axe, fury present in his eyes. "I will kill you, you-you- BASTARD!"

Ajel groaned seeing this sight, before spinning around the Glaive in the arm, his arms starting to become wonky due to the weight of the now heavy object.

His lack of mana had made itself present, with the new weight present in his arms.

Ajel rolled down a senbon on his sleeve, before throwing it rapidly towards Oriel.

"You won't get me that easy, you bastard!" Oriel charged with might that Ajel respected. Oriel's surprisingly agile body managed to show hints of agility, although the fireballs had toned it down through a large proportion.

Ajel stood still, trying to conserve as much energy as he could save to block the heavy attack.

Although the pinwheel technique was based on the offensive being the defensive, he didn't have enough energy to continue in this fight.

Pinwheel Technique No.7: Reversal

Ajel's arms flew from the impact of the spear, resulting in Glaive falling from his hands and then bouncing a couple of metres away from him, cementing in the dirt like a monument.

Oriel was consumed by anger, which made Ajel scoff as he watched the next swing of the ae fall quickly to his face.

"Call on me, brother~" A voice whispered in his ears, as he ignored it. He simply stared at the strike coming to his face and summoned a magical bullet, one with a shape like a senbon but sharper and thinner.

"What-?" Oriel's axe had just passed the back of his head before a magical bullet appeared in front of his face, merely inches away from his head.

"Checkmate." Ajel gave a toothy grin, his face morphed into the euphoria of winning a battle and smugness.

Orion only gave a faint plea for help before his face was impaled by a needle, followed by a slumping on the floor that caused the arena to go silent.

Ajel rhythmic breathing could be heard, as he panted like a wounded puppy as he lay on the floor.

He looked up, only to see Commander Lexus stare at him with an angry expression.

The sound of clapping came from the corner of the hall, as Quinton walked out of the shadows before looking over to Ajel. "Bravo! that was a good fight."

"Shut... the... fuck...up-" Ajel nearly fainted, but managed to piece every single bit of his willpower to contain his burning muscles.

Ajel once more saw as Quinton walked up to the corpse that belonged to Quinton, before rolling him on the back and then cutting it open.

A Tattoo could be seen on the back, one that was identical to the one on the girl's back that Quinton had in the corner.

"How interesting. Demacian spies." Quinton laughed as he kicked the corpse over to Eliana, who had started to quietly cry.

"So, Commander Lexus, care to explain why you are smuggling Demacian spies through Noxian means of transportation, epically one with several hundred soldiers on it?"

Commander Lexus's face went purple, with a mixture of fear and anger forming a concoction of harmful and volatile emotions.

"I didn't know." Commander Lexus's face was desperate, as he slowly started to get off his makeshift throne and started to make his way to the door.

However, the next few words would haunt Commander Lexus for his very limited time remaining.

"Where do you think you're going?" Quinton smirked, before looking the large man straight in the eye, although he was several levels below the viewing point. "Those convicted of high treason are not allowed to simply walk out of the door, that may be weak or strong. So, Commander, are you saying that you are an exception to this rule."

"Y-you ba-bastard!" Commander Lexus spluttered his words before heavy steps started to come from the door, Quinton gave a large smirk and a bow to the mighty figure at the door. "General Farron, I am blessed to see you again."

"The honour is all mine, prince. " A rough and hoarse voice came from a heavily fortified suit of armour, which showed absolutely no weak point.

Prince?

Ajel's eyes opened.

"General Farron." Quinton's sweet attitude distengranted almost immediately hearing these sinscener words. "You know that I am not a prince, at least not anymore. With all due respect, refrain from addressing me with this."

"Very well." General Farron muttered before he walked over to Commander Lexus, who was shivering with fear seeing the man that even hulked over him.

"General Farron, I can explain-"

"You need not." General Farron muttered, a spiky mace with a chain present in his hands. "Punishment of High treason. Death."

"No, please!-"

"I Wonder." General Farron muttered, looking down on the man below him. "Did you face your enemies with a face like this when you abandoned your men? or did you fight to the last breath, like a member of the Noxus army should be? you're a shitstain in our army. We already know you have bedded that girl over there multiple times, you need not say more."

A simple swipe of the mace was all it take, as a bloody body flew to the pit below, a couple of metres away from Ajel.

Slowly standing up after gaining enough Oxygen in his body to fuel his most basic functions, Ajel picked up his Glaive and placed it on his back before walking to the exit.

Nobody stopped him, as he walked out of the stadium, and headed straight for his quarters.

Small and heavy footsteps sounded as Ajel slowly started to lean against the wall of the ship, before falling down on the floor and immediately passing out.