The Wrong Hero Has Been Summoned
Chapter 6: Thrill

Chapter 6: Thrill

"What’s going on, why is everyone rushing to the arena, dont tell me-"

"Yeah, a new group showed up, poor fools, they are going to die."

"Sucks to be them. Anyways, I am going to get something to drink, want to join? My treat."

"Sure, I got nothing to do anyways."

In the arena, Luna looked at her opponent with calm eyes. The warrior was big, with muscles that showed years of training.

"Begin!" Elara called.

The warrior charged at her, his sword raised high. The crowd leaned forward, expecting a quick end to the fight.

But Luna didn’t move. She stood still, watching him come closer. When he was just a step away, she finally moved.

It happened so fast that many missed it. She stepped to the side, grabbed his arm, and used his own weight against him. The warrior stumbled forward, surprised by her move.

Before he could recover, she swept her leg under his feet. He fell hard on the ground, his sword clattering away.

The crowd gasped.

Luther smiled slightly. He knew she was good, but she still managed to surprise him sometimes.

The warrior got up, anger in his eyes. This time, he was more careful. He circled her, looking for an opening.

She didn’t wait.

She attacked first, her movements quick and precise. Each punch and kick flowed into the next like water.

The warrior blocked some, but not all. He swung his sword, trying to keep her at a distance.

She dodged and then rolled forward, getting inside his guard. She landed three quick hits to his chest and then knocked the sword from his hand.

With a final move, she swept his legs again and pinned him to the ground.

The arena went silent.

"Enough," Elara said, standing up. "Impressive. Your skill is clear."

’That’s it?... wow, not what I was expecting.’ She thought, looking down at the man winching in pain.

She helped him up, giving him a respectful nod before walking back to her friends.

"Not bad" Luther whispered as she passed him.

She smirked. "Just warming up."

"Next," Elara called.

Vess tried to step up but he stopped her. "This is too slow, let me handle this." He walked to the center, looking around at all the people watching, before his eyes settled on the Elara.

"What’s your skill?" She asked, her tone sounding angry for some reason.

"Look, we don’t have time for this. I am a fighter, send out 3 warriors, I will take them all on at the same time, that should clear all of us."

His words made the arena go silent for a bit.

"Do you know what you are asking?" Elara said, her confidence slowly coming, like a chance just introduced itself.

"Yes, so can we get on with it?" He looked unbothered, stretching his arms and neck, ready to fight. However, Elara stared at him with a smile that was too wide for comfort.

"Sure, let’s do that." She leaned back to a girl standing behind, "call ’them’, we need to show this loser his place." She whispered, looking back at him, "but we also need to put on a show for the people."

The girl behind Elara nodded quickly and disappeared into a doorway at the side of the arena. The crowd began to talk excitedly, their voices rising like waves.

"Do you know what you’ve done?" Luna hissed at him.

"Getting us through faster," he said with a shrug.

Selene looked worried. "I don’t like this. The way everyone is acting..."

"I agree," Vess whispered. "Luther, maybe we should—"

But it was too late.

The doors on the far side of the arena opened with a loud creak. The crowd went silent, then erupted in cheers.

Three figures walked out, but they weren’t ordinary warriors. Even from a distance, Luther could tell something was wrong. They moved too smoothly, too perfectly.

"What are they?" Selene asked, her voice barely audible over the crowd.

Luna’s face went pale. "Guardians. Enhanced warriors. I’ve heard stories, but I never thought they were real."

The three warriors lined up across from him. They wore simple armor that seemed to be part of their bodies. Their eyes glowed with an unnatural blue light.

Elara stood up, her voice ringing across the arena. "You asked for three warriors. Meet three of Section c’s finest Guardians. If you defeat them, your whole group may pass." She paused, her smile widening. "If you fail, well... the crowd will enjoy the show."

The people roared with excitement. Some were already placing bets.

He studied his opponents. They stood perfectly still, waiting for the signal to begin. No breathing, no shifting weight, no nervous tics. Not human, or at least not entirely.

"Great job, hero," Luna said sarcastically. "You just had to show off, didn’t you?"

"Shut up," he muttered, his mind racing to form a plan. "I got this."

Vess looked at him with concern. "Luther, these aren’t normal fighters. Be careful."

He nodded, but his face showed no fear. He walked towards them, his hand resting on his sword.

Elara raised her hand. "Begin!"

The three Guardians moved as one, spreading out to surround him. Their movements were fluid and calculated, like predators stalking prey.

He drew his sword slowly but suddenly stopped and looked it, ’this thing is too dangerous, might raise eyebrows. sigh, gotta go old fashion.’ He sheathed it and took a fighting, this time it was not boxing, it was a martial arts stance.

The crowd went quiet. They expected him to use his sword. No one fought the Guardians without weapons. It was suicide.

He took a deep breath. He knew this wouldn’t be easy. These weren’t normal opponents.

The first Guardian rushed forward, moving faster than any human should. He sidestepped, barely avoiding a punch that would have crushed his skull. The Guardian’s fist hit the ground instead, cracking the stone.

"He’s fast," muttered Luna from the sidelines, her eyes wide with worry.

The second Guardian attacked from behind. He sensed it coming and dropped to the ground, rolling away just in time. The two Guardians crashed into each other but recovered instantly, showing no pain.

The third one circled, watching, calculating.

He needed to change his approach. Going defensive wouldn’t work for long. He had to strike.

When the first Guardian came at him again, he didn’t dodge. Instead, he stepped into the attack. In a one motion, he delivered a powerful kick to its knee.

A normal person’s leg would have broken. The Guardian faltered but didn’t fall.

"What are these things made of?" he grunted, barely avoiding another attack.

The crowd was getting restless. They expected a quick, bloody end. Not this dance.

Elara leaned forward, her smile gone. "Finish him," she ordered.

"Yes." One finally spoke as it vanished from sight, delivering a powerful kick to Luther’s chest, sending him crashing into the arena walls.

"Luther!!" Luna called it, wanting to jump in and help but controlled herself.

As he fell down, his vision a little blurry, only one thing came to mind, "so this is a fantasy world huh...hahaha, how thrilling."