The Supreme Dragon Lord's Bond

Chapter 3: Verification Of The Body

Kimora cursed in her head. No, not in her head but in his head. She was now convinced she was actually in another person’s body. But who was Medakkaru and why was she in his body?

She refused to think about that bulge she accidentally checked. And yet, she corrected herself. It was not accidentally touched. She deliberately did it to verify the body, if she was indeed in another person’s body. But thinking about it now, she wanted to cringe. How could she touch such a thing? How dare she? He must think she was some kind of a p*****t right now. Or worse.

What’s worse than a p*****t at this rate anyway?

When she heard him yell, her instincts got the best of her. Or him. Or them, rather. Now she was confused. How could she even get into someone’s body with his soul still in it? Was it only natural for someone to get into someone else’s body without a resident soul? But thinking her soul was in someone’s dead body, it gave her chills to the bone. She did not want it either.

But why am I really here? Isn’t this just a dream?

Her feet carried her around the arena. She wanted to get out of there. However, she bumped into an invisible shield that sent her flying across the fighting arena. She groaned upon hitting her back on the stone-hard ground. It was too late when she saw Forbreth taking advantage of her predicament. Standing over her, he slowly plunged the white sword right into her midsection.

Kimora screamed as she felt the burning sharp pain in her flesh—something she never felt before. She could feel her life being taken away from her literally. Her vision blacked out; her sense of hearing became dull until she could only hear complete silence; her breathing went still like the air itself was gone. Even though she had the instinct to breathe, she could not perform that simple automatic task to keep living. All her senses appeared to just stop functioning all at the same time. But it was weird. She was aware of all this. And the male’s thoughts were quiet.

She had no idea how long she felt nothing, heard nothing, smelled or saw nothing. Suddenly, her eyes could see again the green sky, and the agony she felt earlier was no more.

“F*cking moron! Roll over!” That guy, who was the owner of the body, shouted at her.

“You’ve been quiet for some time, and now you’re just yelling at me again? And where am I supposed to roll over? To the left or to the right? You should be much more specific next time!” Her eyes caught the white sword again.

“Do you have a brain? If your enemy is on your left, are you going to roll over to that side? Of course in the opposite direction, you imbecile!” He cursed again and again.

Kimora was used to cursing because everyone in her family does that, but this guy was unbelievably on the highest level. “How would I know if you really want to dodge and not fight him off instead?” she retorted.

Forbreth shook his head. He was weirded by this youngest opponent he had from the Deathbellow House. Medakkaru was known for being the weakest that was why he accepted this challenge. If he could take all his lives, it was a plus for him. He could gain more points and may be able to move on to the next level, which was violet.

Forbreth moved as Medakkaru rolled over like a wheel. He could almost not believe it. He decided to transform into his dragon self.

Kimora’s eyes became round when she saw someone change right before her eyes. “What in the sh*t is happening?” She was baffled that her jaw hung. Scratch that, Medakkaru’s jaw dropped.

The brown dragon’s scales glimmered, and his wide spiky wings stretched out. Now she realized why this arena was so vast.

“I-is this for real? H-he just turned into a dragon?” She continued to gawp at the massive being. Forbreth’s dark brown talons looked sharp and strong. Kimora could just imagine that she would be torn into pieces with just one strike.

Without even bothering to answer her, Medakkaru dodged as his opponent blew red fire at him. He ran around the arena, not knowing what to do yet. Forbreth attempted to swoop him, but he was quick to duck and rolled away, steering clear of his enemy’s attacks.

“What happens if we’ll die here?” she asked hurriedly. She screamed when her hair was almost singed.

“And the hair is more important now?” Medakkaru read her mind.

She should be weirded or awed, but she thought it was just natural since they shared the same body. Her thoughts were his thoughts, and vice versa. Scratch that one again. They did not really share the body. It was more of her being like a passenger if she’d think about it.

“What you need to know is that you just lost me a life! And I don’t want to lose another one, you hear?” he rebuked.

“What? What did you say? You lost a life?” she asked in confusion.

“I don’t know if you really have a brain or not. Don’t you remember he just stabbed me with the white sword earlier? I was dead for a minute!”

So that’s what happened earlier? That’s why I couldn’t hear his thoughts because he just died? But why was I not dead? Is it because I’m just a passenger of his body?

“How many lives do you have?” she asked curiously and baffled while Medakkaru was busy dodging the fires and tried to retaliate by throwing golden daggers at the brown dragon.

“I supposed to have six. I lost one when our swords clashed, I blacked out. Then, I lost another one, thanks to you by the way. Now you do the math!” he sarcastically replied.

“No sh*t! Are you serious? You had six lives?”

“Stop talking! I’m trying to concentrate here. That’s why women are just in the low ranks. Your mouth is better at fighting than your hands and feet.”

“Huh! Aren’t you a chauvinist and a sexist?” Her blood curdled as she gripped the daggers tighter.

Medakkaru ignored her and hurled the golden daggers. If one of these could get to Forbreth, the latter would surely lose a good hundred thousand points.

The audience excitedly stomped their feet as they watched the sharp daggers made from saptum, a type of dragonstone, that would surely cut a dragon despite the thick scales.

Forbreth beat the air with his wings as he evaded Medakkaru’s attacks. His aims were sure, the dragon noticed. However, he was fast enough to dodge. But then he didn’t see one coming when Medakkaru spun around and hurled one as a bluff, anticipating where he would move next. His eyes grew larger when a dagger dug into his scale in his hip. It stung and burned, making him howl in pain. Thus, he blew fire in retaliation.

Medakkaru saw it coming. He did his best to dive away from the threatening conflagration. He rolled and kneeled, summoning more saptum daggers. He thought of transforming into a dragon himself, but something—or someone—held him back.

“F*cking nuisance! What’s your problem now?” he muttered angrily at his unwelcome passenger, not noticing Forbreth’s oncoming attack.