Chapter 82: Chapter 82
Tempest couldn’t believe those words came out of her mouth.
Still there was no denying that she’d said them.
She loved Dron.
"I love you!" She said it over and over again. The more she said it the farther away Prince Jaqen got from her. It was almost as if him hearing her declare her feelings for Dron was enough to make him disgusted in her.
She didn’t care. She wasn’t going to hide how she felt for anyone.
Her body tingled and her heart swelled in her chest. Tempest had never felt like this about anyone. Which was a surprise because she really thought that she loved Sam. At least in the beginning of the relationship. She would have sworn on every bible that she got her hand on that she was deep in love with Sam.
Those feelings paled in comparison to what she felt for Dron now.
She was ready to run down into that pit and throw herself on the nearest sword if it meant that Dron would come out of this okay.
He was already hurt. He’d gotten cut on his arm and then the most serious one was on his leg.
Tempest didn’t know how that would affect the rest of the fight but she knew it would make it more difficult for him.
"Please, please, please." Tempest begged and continued to focus on him.
For a long while he had been staring at her but then all of a sudden he whirled on his attackers.
Everyone that had been closing in on him suddenly stopped as if they saw something on Dron’s face that made them think twice.
Tempest didn’t know what was going on but even from where she was standing she could feel it. Something had changed.
She felt it in her bones. In her soul. In every fiber of her being, something with Dron had changed.
It was almost as if he had been released.
"He’s back. The suppression crap has worn off." Tempest jumped in excitement.
Prince Jaqen flashed a look at her before looking around as if to see if anyone had heard her.
"Impossible. It couldn’t have run it’s course that quickly."
Tempest smirked at him and raised an eyebrow, "You want to bet on that?"
Prince Jaqen scoffed but he crossed his arms over his chest. He was worried.
Tempest danced a little on the inside. She wanted everyone here to eat crow. That’s what they get for going against what was right.
They tried to trick both Dron and Tempest and it was about to backfire spectacularly. Tempest basically could feel the guaranteed victory looming in the near future.
Tempest cheered and rooted for Dron as he moved with the precision of a gazelle.
Dron was on the attack now. He wasn’t feigning back. He was taking the fight to them . The first up was Torax. The alpha with the big axe.
"Take him Dron! Take him!" Tempest screamed out.
Torax was on his back foot as he swung the axe in Dron’s direction. Dron swung his mace, the chain link the held the ball to the staff twisted around the neck of the axe and Dron yanked it to the side. Torax struggled to get free but as he did that Dron raised his spear and jammed it with a thundering roar straight through Torax’s midsection. The sharpened tip cut through Torax’s armor like butter.
Dark blood bubbled out of Torax’s mouth and dripped down his chin.
Dron yanked his spear out, flipped it in the air, caught it and brought it straight down into Torax’s puffed out chest.
The crowd gasped as if they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
Tempest cackled like a wild animal. At some point, the prince had released her and now she was clapping and rooting like a die hard fan.
She was the only one rooting for Dron. It didn’t matter. She didn’t care what she looked like to them anymore.
Her celebration came to an abrupt stop as she watched Xaqor rushing in from behind Dron. He was going to try and take him out while Dron was distracted.
"Watch out!" Tempest screamed. She wasn’t sure if Dron heard her. The crowd’s volume had risen.
There was more for them to focus on, Vraq and Draxor were in a head to head battle. Both of them had lost their weapons and were fighting hand to hand. It was an intense battle from what Tempest could see but she wasn’t paying much attention to them. She was focused on Dron who was still trying to dislodge his spear from Torax’s now lifeless body.
Tempest squealed and instinctively squeezed her eyes shut just as Xaqor leapt in the air, a small blade in his hand as he pounced on Dron’s back.
She forced her eyes back open. She didn’t want to miss even a second if she could help it.
Thankfully Dron managed to prepare himself just in time. Instead of the blade sinking into his back as Xaqor had intended Dron was able to grab hold of the smaller alpha’s wrist and stop it from happening.
Dron flipped Xaqor to the ground and grappled with him. Xaqor wasn’t going down without a fight though. He wrapped his legs around Dron’s midsection and in a maneuver Tempest was sure she’d seen in a MMA fight, he slammed Dron to the ground.
"Get up! You got this Dron!" Tempest screamed out. Her encouragement must have been too much for Prince Jaqen to handle because he grabbed for her again and pulled her back to his side before he bent down and shouted in her ear.
"Shut your god forsaken mouth. I don’t want to hear another word out of you."
"Or what? Everyone can see what’s happening here. Dron is going to win and there’s nothing you can do about it." Something flashed in Prince Jaqen’s eyes and Tempest huffed.
That was what he was most afraid of. Prince Jaqen truly hadn’t expected Dron to win. The only options in his mind was either tempest would chose him or Dron would be defeated. The fact that Dron looked as if he would come out of this on top put him in a dangerous situation.
If Dron won there would be no more claim that he was unworthy for Tempest. If he won, he’d prove to every last royal that he was indeed worthy. Prince Jaqen might be able to get whatever he wanted but there was no way he would be able to repair his reputation if he lost here.
Prince Jaqen turned back to the fight letting go of Tempest and focusing on what was going on below. "Destroy him! Destroy the cursed one!" Prince Jaqen yelled out.
Tempest breathed out hard and turned back to focus on Dron.
He was still wrestling with Xaqor. Xaqor shifted his weight and managed to get on top of Dron. While there he rained blow after blow of his fist against Dron’s face and upper body.
Tempest cringed but she kept her eyes on Dron. Surprisingly, instead of pain on his face, Tempest saw Dron smiling.
The man wasn’t doing any damage to her mate.
Tempest clapped again and cheered.
Xaqor must have realized that his attack was doing nothing because he jumped off Dron, scuttled around on the ground for a second before picking up the dagger that Dron managed to disarm from him.
Dron got to his feet as well, crouching down in an animalistic battle stance.
His spear and mace were still tied up in Torax’s body but it didn’t seem like he was at a disavantage. Dron dodged and deflected every slash from Xaqor.
Xaqor yelled in anger as he charged at Dron. Tempest held her breath as she watched Dron catch the man’s arm mid attack. He squeezed and then twisted in a unusual direction.
Tempest’s stomach turned when she watched the man’s arm bend in the wrong direction.
The loud jeers from the crowd had changed. At some point there desire for violence had changed and now that they were seeing violence in it’s purest form they were afraid. People were crying and begging. Several had turned to Prince Jaqen and were begging for mercy.
He was too focused on the fight to hear what his people were asking for.
Tempest didn’t believe that he had the capacity for mercy anyway.
Xaqor dropped to his knees in front of Dron and her mate wrapped his hand around the man’s neck. With one tight squeeze she watched as Dron broke Xaqor’s neck.
There were only two others left besides Dron.
Draxor stood over Vraq and was kicking him in the chest. The larger alpha could’ve killed Vraq long ago but he was drawing out the sadistic beating. He was focused on the wrong opponent.
Dron was still in the game.
Dron rushed over to the two of them, he grabbed the distracted Draxor by his long hair and yanked him away from Vraq.
This was the fight everyone was waiting for. The fighter the announcer said was the best.
Tempest wasn’t worried.
She knew the truth.
Dron wasn’t fighting with just anger or evil intention.
Dron wasn’t like any of these criminals or miscreants. Dron was the best of them all and after he got rid of Draxor any doubts of that would be put to rest.
