ak65ala (Power:1) 0 - 2 Svenningen (Power:1)
The following is the epic but short tale of ak65ala, his quest to be The One, and how such things never really work out like they do in books.
ak65ala grew up in the vast trackless deserts of the east. Some say he was a hermit, some a vagabond, some a bandit. He lived off the land, every day a struggle between his own will and the harsh elements. One simple day, just like all the rest, but in a distinct way special, the elements almost took his very life. While climbing a sun-drenched cliff, just as he had done for countless years, disaster struck. Where he had always placed his foot, placing his faith within this crack to hold his weight, the rock gave way. The open air was all that caught him as gravity pulled him towards his doom. The fall shattered his leg, leaving him unable to move, naked to the noon sun.
Knowing the deadly situation he found himself in, ak65ala wasted no time. Spotting a recess in the cliff wall, he summoned all of his effort and drug himself into the crevice. Nature was not done with him yet. Within the crevice, lay a den of scorpions. ak65ala did his best to fight them off, but he was incapacitated by their venom. Blackness enveloped his vision.
The next thing ak65ala saw was the inside of a room. Wooden walls, thatched roof and nothing but the bed he lay on and a man on a stool besides him. The man had a stern demeanor and went straight to the point. This man did not care who ak65ala was, or where he came from. He only offered him one thing. Agree to fight in a tournament, a game of strength and will and he would heal ak65ala. Refuse to fight, and ak65ala would die from his wounds. ak65ala had no choice but to fight.
Round 1: Loss
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Round 2: Loss
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ak65ala now rests with his people. May you tell of his story, lest he be forever forgotten.
