The Vampire King's Possession -
Chapter 628. A Fight Again
Chapter 628: 628. A Fight Again
"Would you like me to describe the fight to you?" Jael asked.
Mauve jerked her head up to look at him to see him looking down at her. She could see the side of his lips curve upwards to reveal a small smile while his eyes peered down at her.
"You would do that?" she asked, unable to hide her shock. She hadn’t even thought about that, and even if she had, she would have assumed he was opposed to her seeing violence. But he didn’t seem to mind, and that made her happy.
"Of course, I would. I might not be able to explain it well," he said as he returned his gaze to the field, "but at least you’ll get an idea of what’s going on."
"I’d love that," she grinned and wrapped her arms around his, which were still around her.
"I don’t think you know the Lords fighting, so I’ll just name them Metal and Wood," he replied.
Mauve frowned and looked up. "Why Metal and Wood?" she asked.
"One uses an ax with a wooden handle, and the other uses a metal handle."
"Oh, wouldn’t a wooden handle be better?" she asked. She knew most axes used to cut wood had wooden handles. She had never really seen a human use an ax to fight. The only other weapons she was familiar with were spears and arrows, but vampires seemed to favor axes, and she wondered why.
"Not necessarily," Jael responded. "Axes aren’t only about slicing; the weight is important to us. Therefore, a metal handle would have more weight than a wooden handle, and this usually comes in handy when battling vampires. But that doesn’t mean a metal handle is better; it just depends on how you use it. I guess, aside from the vibrations, they have as many cons and pros as a wooden handle would."
"Which do you prefer?" Mauve asked.
"Neither. I almost never use a weapon."
"Isn’t that a bad thing?" she gasped.
"I suppose it is. I’ve never had a reason to yet, and my ax reminds me of a time I’d rather forget."
"I see," she mumbled. "Wait, you have an ax?" she asked. She knew it was a delicate subject, but surely she could ask about this. She was curious as to why he wouldn’t use it, even though it must be better to use a weapon when facing off against a Paler than one’s bare hands. She couldn’t believe he fought with just his hands.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "It has a name, too."
"It does?" she asked in awe. "What does it look like?" she asked.
Jael peered back at her. "Would you rather hear about the ax or the fight going on?" he asked.
"Sorry," she mumbled. "I’d like to hear about the fight, please, but please tell me the name of the ax at least."
"Of course. It’s called Inferno. It’s a replica of my father’s ax. It is a beauty. I won’t deny that."
"It sounds magnificent," she grinned.
"Thank you," he replied, smiling while looking at her. "The fight is slowing down; both of them have spent their energy. I’ll say they have the same amount of strength, but Metal has more stamina, which explains why he uses a metal handle."
"What’s happening now?" Mauve asked giddily, jumping slightly as she waited for Jael to tell her more.
"They are striking their weapons. It’s a bit harder to use axes as weapons against each other, as vampires are smaller compared to Palers. For Palers, you’re not trying to stab or make them bleed; you are trying to hack at them so it would be harder for them to move. This is a bit harder if you’re just trying to spar."
"Your description is worse than a child’s," Louis suddenly said.
Mauve’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she turned around to see him standing by their side. "Louis!" she screamed and then covered her mouth. Bringing her voice down to a whisper, she asked, "What are you doing here? How long have you been here?"
He glanced down at her. "A while. I heard you were on the training grounds. You can imagine my shock. I thought it would be nice to keep you company, as I know Jael sucks at this."
"You’re supposed to be on the field, you lazy soul," Jael interjected.
"Lazy?" Louis scoffed. "We both know I am not. I am just not a fighter. I like to avoid it if I can." He stretched his hands to the sky and then hid them behind his head. "If I can avoid it, why wouldn’t I?"
"Sounds like excuses."
"No, it’s not. Besides, you know I’ll be the first one out if we do have to go against Palers. I just don’t like to seek them out."
"Louis," Mauve called, trying to distract them from the fight that was about to start.
"Yes, Mauve," he replied sweetly.
Mauve noticed that no matter how much Louis teased her, he was always nicer to her in front of Jael. She wondered if he did that to get on Jael’s nerves. She wouldn’t put it past him.
"Do you have an ax too?" she asked with wide eyes.
"I didn’t think you’d have a fascination with axes, but I suppose I do."
"I don’t have a fascination with axes. It’s just that humans use swords to fight, but vampires use axes."
"Because it is more effective. Swords give too much of a clean cut, making it easier for Palers to regenerate. But axes," Louis smirked, his eyes glistening, "give them a tougher time."
Mauve blinked; she didn’t expect him to give her such a reaction, but she could tell he wasn’t lying about his earlier statement. He wasn’t a fighter, but it didn’t mean that he shied away from a fight.
"Your bloodlust is leaking," Jael whispered.
Louis paused and glared at him. "What does that even mean? We both know if any one of us had bloodlust, it would be you. Hunting Palers with your bare hands. You’re sick."
"Want me to show you just how sick?" Jael asked, cocking his head to the side.
The fight in front of Mauve was forgotten at this point. Not that it mattered; she wasn’t a fan of violence and was more interested in listening to Jael talk and spending more time with him.
She would have probably cringed at the sight of people hitting axes at each other, but these people were vampires; they healed fast. That wasn’t the only reason. At this point, she had seen her own fair share of violence; she doubted a spar would be traumatizing.
"Not in front of Mauve!" Louis yelled.
"Excuses!" Jael scoffed. He turned his head to the match, and Jael stiffened. Mauve heard "no"s echoing from around the field and saw that the fight had ended.
Mauve frowned, looking around as she tried to figure out what happened. Someone was lying on the ground while another person stood over him. It didn’t look like there was a definite winner. She doubted they were yelling "no" because the person they wanted to win lost. "Did something happen?" she asked.
"Metal struck Wood, but he used his ax to block it, not the ax head, and it broke mid-contact. I think part of the ax cut his chest, but he moved back. The problem is if he did it in time."
Mauve gasped and closed her mouth with her palm as she strained her eyes to see. Someone helped him up, and he jumped to his feet, shaking his legs. He didn’t seem to be so injured that he couldn’t move.
"I think he is fine," Jael said.
"We should go next," Louis suddenly said.
"What?" Jael yelled, jerking his head.
"You heard me," Louis smirked.
"You’re out of your mind," Jael said, holding Mauve tighter.
"Are you scared?" Louis asked. "I thought you wanted to show me how sick you were."
"Shut it. I am not going to fight in front of Mauve."
"Excuses," Louis smirked. "Mauve," Louis suddenly called, bending his head to look down at her. "Would you mind if I and Jael brawled it out?"
Mauve looked up at Jael and then to Louis. "Wouldn’t that be dangerous?" she asked.
"Yes," he admitted. "But we would stop as soon as someone gets slightly injured. Humans do it all the time, don’t they?"
"They do," she whispered and looked away. "I suppose I don’t mind, but Jael would rather not fight."
"Oh, he would," Louis smirked. "I just want to confirm that it’s alright with you."
"You sound pretty confident," Jael stated darkly.
"Mauve," he called gently. "Is it?"
Mauve slowly nodded, looking up at Jael to see if he seemed angry or worse. His jaw was clenched and his eyes glowed. He was angry. Was it directed at her?
"You can say yes if you want to," Louis smirked.
"Jael," she called.
He looked down at her. "Yeah?"
"Would you rather not fight?" she asked.
"Quite the opposite. I do think someone is due for a beating," he glanced down. "If you’re fine with it, I guess there is nothing holding me back."
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