The Ulangar: Book III, Part 11

This continues Book III of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

The Games continued

as the days merged into one

as night turns into day without a boundary

Ulangar was victor entirely undefeated

Soon Nefthys wanted to join the Games

and Creusa lent her the claws to practice

but never did little Nefthys enter the ring

Adar trained from Ulangar the ways of magi

being a Very Fast Learner in such methods

and Ulangar in turn trained in the mind from Enki

though he stumbled upon the foreign methods

and the lessons were slow to be learned

'O my brothers how we bicker so

let us not argue which team gains my powers

thus ensuring their victory hands down

I shall make the teams this time Nergal

rest your voice for ye shall need it in a moments time

The teams this time shall be divided equally

unlike the uncountable past

It will be myself and no one against the rest

I shall give thee twenty minutes to devise a strategy

before I enact the laying on of the Game'

And so did Ulangar finish his speech and

wandered off into his distant corner

while the rest remained gawking and stupefied

The twenty minutes were spent by that God-Forger

summoning his powers internal

reaching to the other's minds

grasping for thoughts reaching ideas

and after forty-two unsuccessful tries

he connected with minds

reading thoughts and knowing pre-actions

When that time had passed

Lamaraz beat his Kaph against the ground

three and five and then three again times

He rose from the dusty earth

and readied his sword to do battle

No words did he speak to enrage the opponent

only a peaceful mind he wore open to all thoughts

The many rushed forth to surround Lamaraz

who never allowed himself to be flanked

Daklov drank black gore from the wound of Adar

and bit well the flesh of Nergal

Those two Ulangar had no opposition to

for his trance made well his reactions

Now a shield fell to the ground

floating in the warm sea wine

Next fell the Hammer of Inan

splashing in the rain of the Moon

This all took place within but eight seconds

each falling in blinding speed

When Daklov did feast upon the hawk-wielding woman

it had been after a long struggle

for Creusa did not think her actions

rather her actions were reactions to the stimuli

so Daklov bit with a ferocity matched only by the Red goddess and V

only to take a blow himself

one low but one deep

ripping his innards to the open air

So both man and woman fell that day

gurgling in bubbling gore

and none were left save the spectators

who left in a gust of lust

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