quaila

"Who?!"

Timothy was furious when he realized that he threw his fist at the wind.

He raised his head to see who, seemingly ready to fight the guard who had prevented his kill.

But when he stood up, he froze briefly in shock as he saw the figure standing before him.

Lord Palmer stood there holding a vine whose other end had Murphy's leg tied.

"Arrogant as always!"

Palmer said as he gestured the guards with his fingers to take Murphy away.

Timothy looked at the guards taking Murphy away and could only grit his teeth in anger; his previous promise seemed powerless in front of the Lord of Quaila and thus made him even more angry.

"Don't give me that look… you know the rules!"

"You are pardoned. I'll take it that the young man was arrogant, and it pushed you to anger."

Palmer said and turned to leave.

"Wait!"

They heard Timothy's angry shout.

"You'll take his place!"

Timothy stood up with his fist tightened.

On hearing this the crowd was in an uproar.

"Has Timothy gone mad?!"

"He wants to fight with Lord Palmer?"

"Isn't this courting death?!"

"Has he forgetten the last time they fought?!"

One of the most stunned was Timothy's son, Bejah Verijah.

What has come upon his father, why does he want to kill his idol.

Is it because of the meeting?

The chair tossed at him?

He remembered his father swearing revenge on that day, but he never thought it was this serious; but now…

"What did you say?!"

Palmer turned to Timothy with a fierce look.

"You'll take his place!", Timothy said as he walked forward.

On seeing this the gaurds quickly rushed forward to protect Palmer. But to their surprise, Palmer waved his hand, gesturing they don't come.

He smiled and took off his robe.

"It's clear to all that, the Verijah won and as such should continue ruling as the head of Sticilia."

"It stands to reason that Quaila's main battle should be next."

He said as he stretched.

"Please mobilize the rest people like Verijah who wants the positions as Quaila's head. I'll handle them after this!", Palmer said as he did a few squats.

When Timothy heard this he felt very insulted; after handling him, he would handle the rest, like he was a piece of nut he could just trample under feet.

Phew!

Timothy was up in the air, jumping towards Palmer.

"Watch out!!"

A great number of the crowd yelled.

Palmer heard the sound made from Timothy's jump and like a boulder falling from the sky, he could hear him breaking through air.

Boom!

Bam!!

The people heard a loud thud followed by a bang, they didn't understand what happened, because after the first thud, the entire ring was covered with dust.

But when the dust settled, they saw a trail from the contour made seemingly from the first impact of Timothy on the ground, and Palmer standing in it.

Laying on the ground having made a trail was Timothy.

"Woah?!"

The crowd exclaimed, trying to wrap their head around what happend.

Only Palmer and the unfortunate Timothy knew what happened.

Timothy jumped feets in the air intending to strike a heavy blow on Palmer just as he did Murphy, but who would have thought that as soon as he got close enough, Palmer whose fist was set wasn't planning to block with his fist, but dodge his blow and deliver one right at him after landing.

The first "Boom" was made after he landed his heavy blow on the ground and the "Bam" was from Palmer punching him directly after; smashing him against the ground, so forcefully, he slid several feets away from the contour he created.

"Where's the next person?!", Palmer asked.

"What?!"

"Is that it?!"

"That was so fast"

The crowd was in an uproar.

They were so happy that the arrogant Timothy had been put in his place and this was done with only one punch; isn't Palmer simply a god?!

"There's none my Lord… no one even passed the test for Quaila's main battle.", someone reported back.

This would have seemed unfair if Palmer himself didn't go through the test and passed.

Timothy who laid almost lifeless on the floor noticed a bright light shining on his eyes.

He squinted a bit and tried to find out where the light was coming from. After noticing it, and seemingly receiving an information, he suddenly with great efforts got up.

"I... I am not done with… done with you…"

Timothy staggered forward.

"Come on Tim, you still have 10 years in you…"

"Infact you're in luck, Gandolf can now heal the blind."

Palmer said with a smile.

"Shut up!", Timothy said and spat blood.

"Always with the temper!", Palmer said as he walked closer.

"A light touch would end this, there's no point killing an ant with a rock…"

Palmer stood in front of him about to hit his head with a finger when Timothy suddenly held his belly, slightly below his chest from the side.

As soon as Timothy's hand landed on Palmer's belly, his expression changed.

"How did you…"

Palmer looked at his face with a frown.

"Who… who told you?", Palmer had horror in his eyes.

"You don't need to know, you don't have upto 10 minutes in you…"

Timothy added with a wicked smile.

To be continued…