Loudin was disgusted with himself. He heaped all of the hundred gold pieces he now had onto the counter in the gamblers pavilion. He could only get eighty coins against his hundred on the Valleyan. He was about to make the wager when he saw a man write on the displayed parchment that the odds on the Lion Lord of Westland to beat Ungol of Dakahn, had risen to nine coins to one. He went ahead and put eighty five of the hundred gold pieces on the Valleyan to beat the Islander. At least he could get square with Bolly Heath, and his friends, before he was enslaved. The other fifteen coins he put on Lord Lion, to beat Ungol, and he prayed to the Gods, that it would be so, for if Ungol won, he was in a fix. To further punctuate the truth of the situation, one of Overlord Perrywyne’s men arrived in the area and began watching him from afar.
The traders had no idea if it was the Lion Lord or the Stallion they were to cheer for, so they were rooting for both. Few of them actually thought the Westlander had a chance. Bolly was relieved when Loudin finally told him that their money was on the Valleyan. The others were relieved as well. Loudin had no such comfort, for Lord Lion’s head was swollen like a melon from his previous bought, and it looked like he would fall over before his battle with Ungol even began.
The Valleyan fought first and when he hit the Islander once and the man went straight down, the crowd booed and booed. The Stallion responded by kicking the man, and chastising him, until he stood to defend himself. The Stallion then proceeded to pummel the Salazarkian into the turf with a savage pounding attack.
Loudin was too worried to be pleased by the win, but he brought Bolly Heath and one of his fellows to the gambling pavilion and told them what he’d done. They were angry, but only until they collected their heavy sacks of gold coins. Of the Hundred and fifty three coins their fifty had grown into, they gave Loudin fifteen. They hired a pair of Red Wolf guards as escorts and were discussing the possibility of making a wager on the final Brawl as they left. Loudin spent one of his earned gold pieces on a prime place to watch Ungol and the Westlander fight. There was more at stake than wealth in the next bout, and the odds seemed stacked against him, and his battered fighter, as well.
Loudin cringed when he got another good look at the Lion Lord. The man’s face was swollen, his eyes nearly shut. He was just a bit smaller than Ungol, but wiry and corded. He was bruised purple across his back, as if he’d been bashed with a tree branch or an ax handle. He walked with a slight limp. Loudin had to fight to keep from grinding his teeth apart. Then Overlord Perrywyne slipped onto the bench beside him and grinned as if he’d already won. Now Loudin wouldn’t even have the chance to run.
When the horn blew, and the two combatants squared off, the Lion let out a roar that strangely calmed Loudin. The call was as full of rage, as it was pride. It was the sort of call a man makes on the battle field when he knows he has to fight or die. It was the sound a man makes when he is about to give his all.
Loudin noticed that there were several Westland soldiers, and a huge Lord sporting the Westland gold and green, staring at the Overlord beside him. Loudin had to shake his head. Fat Overlord Perrywyne must have bet the fat Lord of the West a large sum that Ungol would prevail. The simple fact that the Westlanders all looked as if they expected to win was enough to give Loudin hope. When the Lion Lord of Westland started fighting, Loudin’s full attention was on the fighting circle. After a few minutes he started laughing and couldn’t stop.
Ungol moved like he was stuck in molasses. His slow laborious swings went whooshing over the Lion’s head. In return, the lanky fighter exploded into Ungol’s ribs with a series of quick repetitive blows that only seemed to get more vicious the longer the flurry lasted.
Ungol brought up his knee and lifted the Lion by his chin. The move took the crowd’s breath away, and caused the Dakaneese slave lord beside Loudin to get in a laugh of his own. The Lion Lord landed badly. Loudin could tell he was only half conscious, because he stumbled sideways, like a drunkard, when he tried to get up. Finally he stopped weaving and hunched over with his hands on his knees. Lord Lion was looking at the packed earth and slobbering strands of dark blood from his mouth.
Loudin’s heart sank as Ungol went stepping in to punt the Lion’s unprotected face. He couldn’t watch, so he put his face in his hands. The sudden gasping intake of breath from the Overlord beside him caused him to look though. It had only been a second, but here was the Westlander holding Ungol’s foot, while Ungol landed hard on the back of his head.
Instead of pouncing, as everyone expected, Lord Lion went forward with Ungol’s leg and flipped him. First the pit fighter’s knees, then his feet, slapped hard into the ground, then the Lion was on Ungol’s back. In less than a heartbeat he was expertly choking his opponent from behind. He stayed that way until Ungol went slack and he was finally called out as the winner.
The wave of relief that washed over Loudin was palpable, like being splashed with cold water on a sweltering day. The man beside him was feeling no such elation, for the Westland soldiers were closing in. They looked to outnumber the Dakaneese by three to one. Loudin didn’t care, his debt to Perrywyne was settled, and he still had a fine sack of coins to collect from the gambling pavilion. Nine coins to one, the Lion Lord of Westland had earned him. He was amazed. He could pay off the rest of his debts and have plenty left over. He knew he wasn’t betting against Lord Lion in the Brawl, but he wasn’t certain the wily man could win. He decided it didn’t matter. He was relieved at being out from under Perrywyne’s thumb. As he strode away, Loudin pumped his fist up into the sky and let out a heartfelt roar of his own.
Thus Ends
ROAR - A Wardstone Short.
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