The Supreme Dragon Lord's Bond

Chapter 4: The Green Dragon's Fall

Medakkaru felt the searing pain as soon as Forbreth’s fire consumed his body. He and Kimora screamed in agony as his body dropped to the ground. His back hit it, adding to the pain. Weirdly enough, she felt the fire char from the inside out until Medakkaru’s body turned black.

Forbreth was back in human form upon seeing it, smirking in victory. He would just have to wait for Medakkaru to come back alive, and he would kill him again and again until this duel was over. He would gain more points and probably go up to the next level soon enough. He readied his white sword in one hand, waiting.

Medakkaru opened his violet eyes, seeing Forbreth’s white sword in his hand. His body and green clothing were back to normal in a blink of an eye as he returned back to life. He sucked in air and quickly rolled over to evade his opponent’s attack. In an instinct, he turned into his dragon self, but he heard her scream as soon as he flew higher and higher.

“No! No! No!” Kimora shouted, closing her eyes. Her breath was uneven, and her heart fluttered in anxiety.

Without any notice, Medakkaru felt his body tremble as though some unidentified magic rattled him from the inside. He gasped for air as though it was not enough in every breath he took. And for some reason and without his intention or awareness, his green dragon self just transformed into his human one.

“Whoa! Ugh!” he exclaimed and groaned as his body fell hard to the ground facedown. “F*ck!” One side of his face ached as he hit the hard ground enough that he thought his jaw was broken. Before he could even defend himself, Forbreth already struck him with the sword, sliding it through his back.

Medakkaru squirmed, groaning in torment. He would never get used to that familiar pain before his life was taken away from his body for the fourth time that day and even though this happened a lot of times for almost a century now.

At the age of one hundred three, he appeared to be in his early twenties in his human form with a good build and good looks. He was, in fact, the best looking one in the Deathbellow House. His brothers were only average. And yet, his skills were not as good as theirs. He still had to learn a lot until he could move up to above average level. Since he was ten, he started challenging anyone he thought could help him improve in his skills. It did aid him to get to where he was now. But he still lacked a lot, apparently.

Just like now, he lacked a good chance to get to the next level. Lady Luck was not on his side. She seemed to have totally abandoned him this time. Instead, Miss Unfortunate somehow managed to get into his body. How? He had absolutely no idea. And she seemed to be stuck with him for the time being. For how long, he could not even have an intelligent or a wild guess. It remained to be seen how he could get rid of her because even though he had died and come back alive, she was still there everytime he got conscious once again.

The excruciating pain left him after he died and was now back after he blacked out for a minute.

“What’s your f*cking problem, woman?” he asked irascibly, getting up and flexing his arms and legs as though he felt cramped.

Forbreth stepped back when he heard that, eyes widening. “I’m not a woman, you retard!”

Medakkaru regarded his opponent, who looked offended. His eyes were sharp, brows furrowing. “I’m not talking to you! Damn it! I’m talking to this woman!” He gestured to his own body.

“You’re crazy! Let me just kill you once more, and I’ll end your miserably confused brain! It might help,” Forbreth suggested in a goading tone. However, he looked serious and grouchy.

“Why the f*ck I just fell from mid-air and died again, woman?” Medakkaru demanded. “Why do you keep on getting my way? I’m right in the middle of a duel, and you fricking had me killed down to my last life! Can I have my body back before this last one is taken away?” he added, seething.

“I-I… I can’t control it. You can’t fly, okay? I’m afraid of heights!” she said almost in a whisper.

“You’re what?” Medakkaru held his head in frustration. Another series of curses left his mouth that Kimora winced.

“Stop cussing, you sh*t!” she countered. “I’m just afraid of heights, alright? You can’t do something about it, so no transforming into your green dragon. God! I never thought there’s a green dragon at all! You look so… green! It hurt my eyes.”

“You think that’s my favorite color, huh? I want to shed this fricking color off me for a long while now, and here you are thwarting and getting in the way of my little ambition!”

“I can’t help it! You can call it instinct that I need to move and do something.”

“But it’s my body! How dare you control it whenever you want?” he roared.

“Did you listen to what I just said? I can’t control it! It’s instinct, you i***t!” she screamed back.

“What did you call me?” He kicked the air as though he wanted to kick her.

Forbreth was right on time to get away before he was hit by his random kick. The white sword appeared in his hand again, ready to strike Medakkaru while he was inattentive to his adversary.

“Nitwit! Dum-dum! Knucklehead! Halfwit! Dolt! Imbecile! Dumbhead!” she said in one breath, heaving afterward.

“Argh! F*cking woman!” he cussed again. Saptum daggers appeared in his hands, and he threw it at Forbreth, who did not expect the action. The latter was hit in the stomach and face, eliciting a groan of pain.

Medakkaru’s eyes as he summoned his own white sword and slashed Forbreth’s leg and stomach as though it was the woman he was slicing. He was absolutely pissed off right now. He could not get rid of her. Apparently, there was no way he could do it, especially now.

The audience stomped their feet and hooted as Forbreth fell to the ground, lifeless. But Medakkaru still had to wait for him to come back to life before he could kill him again.

“You just killed him!” Kimora gasped.

“Why are you surprised, you moron? He even killed me four times, thanks to you!”

Medakkaru felt a familiar rattling from the inside, and his hands started to tremble again. The sword fell from his hand, making a loud clang as it hit the ground before it disappeared. He looked at his quivering hands, while his breath was short and shallow. He was hyperventilating again for some reason he did not know.

His feet slowly moved backward as his wavering eyes settled on the body that lay as still as a rock.

“N-no… No! I-I d-didn’t kill her. I d-didn’t! I didn’t… didn’t mean it!” Tears streamed from Medakkaru’s eyes, hand clutching at his tight chest.