Brute Force
On the other side of the south wall, Besenyo and Tomacelli found themselves in a bedroom with multiple beds and one lit lamp adding light to the room. Tomacelli said, “I’ll repeat, I could never be as fat. Neapolitans don’t get fat,” as he rose from the ground. “We eat nice fish and stuff grown from the ground. Of course, your diet must be pigs. One is as one eats.”
“Attacking my stomach with words…” and Besenyo punched him in the gut. Tomacelli flew in the ceiling and bounced back down to a bed with great force. Tomacelli spread his arms and legs out as he laid in pain. Besenyo halted his assault wondering about the state of the boy.
Pal Besenyo got that last name for his ethnicity as it is the Magyar term for ‘Pecheneg’. The Pecheneg were a Turkic people who presided over the Pontic Steppe and Romania until the Cuman Migration. During this period, many pechenegs who left the Steppe immigrated into their old enemy, the new Kingdom of Hungary. They would become another minority as it seems the Romans and Polish did not appreciate them as much. And Pal himself was quite Hungarian although he was still a low born pecheneg who could only become a mercenary at this late point in his life. As a low born mercenary, he has even less of an understanding of Francian magic than even regular commanders (who may not be taught at all) even learn. But still, he had received Turkic magic derived from Tengri.
Besenyo then hopped into the air to just fall on Tomacelli with his big belly. Tomacelli watched his life flash before his eyes and then decided to jump out at the last moment. Besenyo completely crushed the bed to fluff. Tomacelli bounced across the other beds spreading some kind of dust across the room. Besenyo casually got up and chased after him, bouncing on the beds as well. At the end of the room, Tomacelli backflipped over Besenyo’s head, and then he grabbed the fat rolls on his back and threw him into the wall across the room. Besenyo rose red-faced.
“Damn, just that throw took everything out of me. I never trained to fight a behemoth like you.” Besenyo yelled as he charged with his arms out front. Tomacelli almost laughed at the sight of it. Instead, he focused on saying, “that’s all you got??” He leaped off the bed and landed a roundhouse kick on Besenyo. Tomacelli held his breath as he noticed every fold of Besenyo ripple while his body was thrown off by the force. Tomacelli then landed behind him, swept the legs, and Besenyo fell backwards. From below, Tomacelli stretched his arms for what seemed like forever to wrap around Besenyo and then back dropped him. Finally, Tomacelli leaned on the wall falling into a pit of laughter.
Besenyo dusted himself off, “what’re you laughing at?”
“Ah, now that I think about it, your latin’s bad too. Hehehehhee, your weight is far too funny for me, hahaahahahaha.”
“Not very nice. Get over it. This is a serious duel between warriors.”
“Duel? You don’t have the finesse for a duel. It just seems like brute strength but I’m too nimble to let any of that happen,” Tomacelli said in a sassy tone and pose. “I actually have the finesse to trap you like a pig in a pig pen. And I’ll be cooking up some bacon as well.”
“Huh?”
“All the glass I scattered on the ground, well they would intensify this type of spell,” he said, stepping through the hole in the wall. “Ah, my allies have done it too.” Besenyo stepped closer to grab him but then Tomacelli suddenly fired the “étinceller” spell. A spark fell on Besenyo lighting him on fire and the other sparks fell on the glass dust that indeed magnified the spell to instantly light the room on fire. “Hahahahahahahaha!”
Strong winds moved in from the ceiling and past Tomacelli but he didn’t take notice. Then, from out of the bright flames, Besenyo’s hand grabbed at Tomacelli’s clothing. He was shocked as Besenyo pulled him in the flamming room and against the wall. He begged for mercy but then Besenyo just started pummeling him. Punch after punch and the fire spread to Tomacelli as well. In between punches, Tomacelli noticed Besenyo was not on fire. The fire was on him! In fact, eddys of air seemed to form armor around him. WHAT KIND OF MAGIC IS THIS!?
Tomacelli then latched on to Besenyo’s body and spoke closely into his ear, “why are you so angry with me? Let’s discuss peace. Forgive me for all the fat talk since you were the first to mention weight.”
“I was? Apologies.” And then Besenyo split Tomacelli’s skull on his knee. The corpse would be roasted much like a pig right there.
Besenyo exited the room and gave a thumbs up to Garai. “What’s next?”
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