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Joram looked around at all the empty stands, "Did we get the wrong time or day or something?"
"No, I checked," replied Tomma, shaking her head. She had her silky blond hair pulled tightly behind her head, revealing her taut, intense face, ready for a fight, but still holding hands with Nick. "This is the right time."
"Then where is everyone?" asked Nick. Joram wondered if that was a tinge of fear that showed on his strong face.
"Everybody thinks we're massless gluons," Joram said mostly to himself, but Nick heard him.
"Look at them," Nick said incredulously. "How are we going to fight them?"
Joram looked to where Nick was pointing and saw their three opponents just entering the gymnasium. One was like a giant who was over nine feet tall and just about as wide, one looked like he might have qualified for a Mr. Universe, and the smallest was still larger than Nick, who was larger than most.
"They're called the Giants," said Tomma with a look of despairing awe.
"I wonder how they got that name?" Nick asked rhetorically.
They had helmets that shimmered with golden electricity like bronze and similar energy field armor over their chests, another energy shield in front of them, and they carried weapons that looked more like missile launchers swung over their massive shoulders. When the three saw Joram, Nick, and Tomma and their tiny weapons they carried they laughed, especially at Joram and Tomma. They taunted them over and over. Unfortunately, none of them could understand them because they were speaking in another language.
"Kyk na klein nuetrino," said the smallest one pointing at Joram, and the others roared.
"Hulle hę meisie," said another, and they all laughed again.
"KALM!" commanded the largest one, obviously the leader because the other two suddenly turned very sober.
"They're from Africa," Tomma whispered to Nick as a bird flew high just under the structural beams of the gymnasium.
Chris Venatio entered the gymnasium looking like he'd rather not be there, "Alright protons,” he said in a short, rude manner. “Let's get this fight underway. Now shake hands."
Joram thought he felt the ground beneath him shake as the three stomped forward to meet them. Chris flipped some switches on the power supply, and the bird flitted with the rafters above.
After they had shaken hands and each team took their places in the ring, the largest one said to Joram in accented English, pointing at his yagi sanctus blaster, “Are we dogs that you come with sticks?”
"They do speak English," Nick said in a low voice.
"Come here, and I'll give your body to that bird up there and to the beasts of the dark realm!”
Joram felt an anger rise up from deep within him at what the giant was saying. "NO!" he yelled. “The ancient physics will win this fight! Kataastaasan will hand you over to us." He pointed his sanctus blaster at them and raised his voice still louder, "This will show everyone that the sanctus energy is greater than muscles and size, and that it is the greatest force in the universe."
Joram heard someone laughing and looked over to see Chris hooting and mocking him, "You proton, there's no one else here!"
The largest Giant, angry at being chided, pointed his blaster at Joram and fired. The affect was something like a tornado striking the area around him with a loud, thunderous roar. Joram dived, rolled, and was thrown hard against a large block, straining with all his might to stay on his feet while the giant laughed.
The other two Giants fired their blasters, creating simultaneous twister-like blasts around Nick and Tomma, who were not as fortunate as Joram. They were blown out of the fight ring and out of the match.
Chris swung his arms around twice, indicating that two were down, and Joram was left facing the three Giants alone. They all three aimed their blasters at him, preparing to fire again. Joram pushed off from the block and fired his yagi blaster in their direction, not even taking the time to aim. The result was a brilliant white light that enveloped all three of them, burning up their weapons and throwing all three to the floor.
The pain of a thousand needles poked through every muscle in Joram’s body from the sanctus energy while he struggled to stay on his feet, barely noticing a shocked Chris swinging his arms in victory to the Regnum.
Narration by Howard Douglas; based on discussions with Tomma Torstig.
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