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since he
was a boy of twelve, he is both generous, honorable, and most
especially, noble.”
One female cried out, “I like my way of life
as a thief—I’m not changing it for anyone!”
About another dozen thieves, too include a
couple of the masters and mistresses, cried out, “Me, too!”
Baltor extended his hands and arms out into
the air over his head, and challenged, “Listen to me…I have a
proposal for all you objectors. Challenge me to a duel, right here
and now!
“At the beginning of this duel, of which I
will initially be unarmed, I will disarm all contenders, yet when
any of you becomes disarmed of your final weapon, you must
immediately leave the arena, as your part in the contest is
over…violators are to be promptly killed by the spectators.
“By the end of the battle, I will become the
victor with not a single death amongst you that occurs by my hand.
And when I win in the end, which I will win, there should not be a
single objector left…any and all remaining objectors will promptly
die by my hand!”
“And what if you die during the duel?” a
female objector barked.
“Then you win whatever prize money my head’s
worth—fifty thousand parsecs is it?”
“No, five hundred thousand parsecs!” she said
with a crooked smile, just before revealing a rather wicked-looking
dagger that she had been hiding behind her back—while the black
leather handle was six inches long, the razor-sharp/dual-edged
blade was twelve inches and slightly curved back and forth from the
base to the pointy tip.
Besides this female thief, only nine of the
dozen objectors were willing to become contenders—too include
Jensa, Laseva, and Welch! Of course, every single thief carried at
least one dagger, as these types of weapons could easily be
concealed just about anywhere.
As for the eighty guards, they stood rigid in
the position of attention, until Rolsch looked back over his
shoulder, and called out, “At ease, men…”
The guards did—only then did Rolsch look over
to Baltor, and say, “Good luck, my Sultan!”
Baltor looked back over at Rolsch, nodded,
looked forward, advanced to the very center of the training cavern,
and then stopped.
All the while, these ten contenders slowly
began to spread themselves around Baltor in a big spacious circle …
even though Baltor was truly weaponless, he still assumed the basic
ready position, and waited patiently.
Not even ten seconds later, the female who
had earlier threatened Baltor launched into a forward roll, and as
she came out of the roll, she aimed her dagger so that it would
plunge to the hilt into her opponent’s heart!
Baltor not only evaded the incoming dagger
strike, yet he then grabbed her armed wrist with both of his own
hands, yanked and twisted—her body literally flew over Baltor’s own
until slamming into the rocky ground, in which the first point of
contact was her right shoulder and the second was the back of her
head! She was “out cold.”
Though he now possessed the dagger in his
right hand, Baltor simply reassumed the same ready position,
looking all around.
Laseva, who was armed with two of his own
vicious daggers and standing behind Baltor, believed he now had the
advantage, and so he made his attack with both daggers coming
in—sensing that someone was coming in from behind, Baltor simply
threw himself into a sideways roll to the right, just barely
evading both of Laseva’s daggers!
Even before he had regained his standing
position, two other thieves came in for an attack at the very same
time, though their attack methods were completely different.
The first thief had done a simple cartwheel,
yet as he came out of the cartwheel, his dagger came down in order
to stab Baltor in the shoulder—at the same time, the second thief
had simultaneously thrown both of her daggers at Baltor’s current
position!
Unfortunately for the male thief who’s dagger
was about to strike Baltor’s chest, both daggers plunged deep into
the
was a boy of twelve, he is both generous, honorable, and most
especially, noble.”
One female cried out, “I like my way of life
as a thief—I’m not changing it for anyone!”
About another dozen thieves, too include a
couple of the masters and mistresses, cried out, “Me, too!”
Baltor extended his hands and arms out into
the air over his head, and challenged, “Listen to me…I have a
proposal for all you objectors. Challenge me to a duel, right here
and now!
“At the beginning of this duel, of which I
will initially be unarmed, I will disarm all contenders, yet when
any of you becomes disarmed of your final weapon, you must
immediately leave the arena, as your part in the contest is
over…violators are to be promptly killed by the spectators.
“By the end of the battle, I will become the
victor with not a single death amongst you that occurs by my hand.
And when I win in the end, which I will win, there should not be a
single objector left…any and all remaining objectors will promptly
die by my hand!”
“And what if you die during the duel?” a
female objector barked.
“Then you win whatever prize money my head’s
worth—fifty thousand parsecs is it?”
“No, five hundred thousand parsecs!” she said
with a crooked smile, just before revealing a rather wicked-looking
dagger that she had been hiding behind her back—while the black
leather handle was six inches long, the razor-sharp/dual-edged
blade was twelve inches and slightly curved back and forth from the
base to the pointy tip.
Besides this female thief, only nine of the
dozen objectors were willing to become contenders—too include
Jensa, Laseva, and Welch! Of course, every single thief carried at
least one dagger, as these types of weapons could easily be
concealed just about anywhere.
As for the eighty guards, they stood rigid in
the position of attention, until Rolsch looked back over his
shoulder, and called out, “At ease, men…”
The guards did—only then did Rolsch look over
to Baltor, and say, “Good luck, my Sultan!”
Baltor looked back over at Rolsch, nodded,
looked forward, advanced to the very center of the training cavern,
and then stopped.
All the while, these ten contenders slowly
began to spread themselves around Baltor in a big spacious circle …
even though Baltor was truly weaponless, he still assumed the basic
ready position, and waited patiently.
Not even ten seconds later, the female who
had earlier threatened Baltor launched into a forward roll, and as
she came out of the roll, she aimed her dagger so that it would
plunge to the hilt into her opponent’s heart!
Baltor not only evaded the incoming dagger
strike, yet he then grabbed her armed wrist with both of his own
hands, yanked and twisted—her body literally flew over Baltor’s own
until slamming into the rocky ground, in which the first point of
contact was her right shoulder and the second was the back of her
head! She was “out cold.”
Though he now possessed the dagger in his
right hand, Baltor simply reassumed the same ready position,
looking all around.
Laseva, who was armed with two of his own
vicious daggers and standing behind Baltor, believed he now had the
advantage, and so he made his attack with both daggers coming
in—sensing that someone was coming in from behind, Baltor simply
threw himself into a sideways roll to the right, just barely
evading both of Laseva’s daggers!
Even before he had regained his standing
position, two other thieves came in for an attack at the very same
time, though their attack methods were completely different.
The first thief had done a simple cartwheel,
yet as he came out of the cartwheel, his dagger came down in order
to stab Baltor in the shoulder—at the same time, the second thief
had simultaneously thrown both of her daggers at Baltor’s current
position!
Unfortunately for the male thief who’s dagger
was about to strike Baltor’s chest, both daggers plunged deep into
the
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