The Bloodbath Odyssey; I reincarnated to become the cursed

Simma sat on a bench in the noisy locker room, but to him everywhere was quiet and the only thing he was hearing was his very own atrocious thoughts, which segued through the event that had happened a day ago.

He has been acting aloof towards his new friends that came by to wish him luck at his incoming tournament.

The tournament did bother him, no – not that much, but what bothered him was the solution which Cinzel had given him as the only way to summon his within beast, since he has not yet mastered or trained about it.

 "Who made this stupid rule he cursed".

He knows that he was very good at mano-a-mano fights he was sure to win, if he had been able to win the bull back then in the Haydes and a bunch of other people, then he really thinks he can stand a chance at fighting.

But now summoning this within beast was what was eating him up since his own which he had once thought was as normal as everybody else's turned out to be the hardest the rarest and the hardest to tame and summon.

He could remember retrospectively the way Sarah and Lucy stared at him when he had told them that his Azrax was a dragon.

Clearly, they pitied for him who knows what else they were hiding about me having a dragon as an Azrax of my within beast. At these very thoughts Cinzel's words now seeped into his mind

"The only way you can summon your beast, since you haven't mastered or tamed yourself is to inveigle it," he had said.

"You would have to get angry, and in that way your beast will arise but know this… if you don't calm down by finding a perfect happy memory it will consume you, burn you inside out"

He thought about giving up the tournament, maybe wait for next time when he'd be probably ready, but didn't want to be seen as a coward.

He can't now help but think that he was cursed in the sense that bad omen tends to come his way. He saw his life as an austere and himself as a loser.

He was worried and was now freaking out. What if this goes wrong? … what if he gets angry and then he couldn't control himself and then he burns everyone watching??

His whole life, misery agony and despair were all he'd ever known. He didn't have a single moment of pure happiness to hold onto. And now, standing at the edge of a test that would determine his fate, he felt cursed. Like his soul had been forged in misfortune.

How could he then think of a happy memory.

 He breathed down

 The very louder noise gave him the creeps, he felt agitated the tournament which was ongoing had now ended it was his turn, he could tell from the louder screams from the crowds. He was the one that closes the arena battles.

'Funny how time had caught up to him' he thought as a weak tentative smile etched across his chin.

Adjusting his sleeveless thick black tunic which he wore, with a red ribbon tied from his elbow down to his fist as he picked up what he had ordered to use for the fight, two sharp swords.

He tied them to his waist together with their sheath, his confidence was splintering, and his head was totally asunder.

He smacked his lips as he started jumping up and down at a spot to ease his rising heartbeat.

"Hey, is called been nervous… don't try to push it away embrace it that what makes us human after all" a lady said to Simma. She was dressed in a fighting suit and Simma had noticed maybe she had already fought.

"Right", Simma replied, his eyes locked to hers.

Man was she beautiful, he thought as he looked at her oval face and brown eyes perfectively fitted to those dark long hair.

He wouldn't stopped staring at her chest which formed a cleavage in her fighting suit.

"Am Delilah," she said, pulling Simma back to reality since he had drifted to nether.

"Yeah – right you are – yeah…. Am Sinn... am Simma" he stuttered and just then Vocal saved him further embarrassment as he called his name.

And with one final look at her he ran towards the door that led to the arena, it opened with its usual hissing sound and Simma stepped out to meet a stream of hails.

Smile lingered to his face, 'yes' he could do with that he raised his right hand feeling the moment and cleaving to it, as he stepped through the magical self-forming bridge up to the arena.

He looked around as he noticed a glint that was formed around the crowd it was a force field to protect the crowd. Brilliant, now all he had to worry was just try hard so as not to consume himself with rage.

"AND FOR HIS OPPONNENT… RHIO BRAGGA" Called vocal, in his glen and glamoured voice

As the young man walked up the arena looking tough and seething, like someone who had woken up to do harm.

His body was bare, and he was muscular, though he might be a foot shorter than Simma. He was dark toned and was very ugly his head was shaved low, and his nose was flat and big.

He jammed his fist together and let out a grumpy sound from his mouth and then slowly from the sheath he held in his left arm him drew out a long metal shaft he gripped it, at the end of the shaft was a thick ton of metallic ball with spikes.

Simma wandered how it fitted into a sheath but dismissed the thought since there was a bigger problem. The weapon, he was holding was called a morning star and it was used for breaking bones and damaging things badly.

Thing couldn't just have gotten worse. "Morning star… what the fuck?"

Simma studied him he looks like those that normally listens to their muscles while fighting instead of fight with intuition.

Though the fact that he carried a morning star was still a big case on his side.

"Remember the rules I pasted in your locker rooms", came madame Hooch's huffy voice as she yelled…

"Fight"

Simma was still pulling out his sword, but Bragga was already at him his movement was very fast, and he was almost as a blur to Simma eyes. He had dashed forward, launching an imminent attack on Simma.

Simma crossed his sword in an x pattern above his face he had seen the way he attacked, the angle at which he was coming from and knew that that was the best defence technique to use.

Sparks fluttered out as the morning star forcefully struck Simma's sword sending him screeching inches away backwards, the force was powerful and the weight of Bragga's weapon was insane.

Simma regained his stance, looks like he was right after all he attacked with might and muscles and that got him an idea.

Bragga rushed at him again his speed fascinating and unbelievable to Simma, he made for Simma's feet with his weapon to sweep him clean off the floor.

But Simma had seen the speed at which he used to approach and had anticipated his move, gathering enough momentum he flipped off the ground lightly his motion clean and swift.

He spun twice forwardly and landed behind Bragga whose weapon had hit the ground instead and then with a swift motion sliced his sword across Bragga's back.

Blood oozed out and streaked across the ground, Simma's sword drenched in it.

He rolled backwards immediately, for he knows that he had angered him and that Bragga's next move would be furious and impulsive, as if he read his mind Bragga's morning star drove into the floor were Simma stood.

Had he been there, had he not rolled away, it would have landed on his head.

But that was the mistake Simma made, for Bragga had summoned his within beast it took him no time, before anyone would say 'I' a cheetah was on the ground the real within beast and not the lucent form.

That was when Simma understood Bragga's fastness, his power was based on agility and strength. well, mine is smartness and lightening he pondered confidently.

Bragga rushed him but he didn't do that head-on, he start circling him very fast together with his cheetah.

Dust rose in clouds, making it hard to see. Even the crowd couldn't see clearly, until one of the Sentinels stood up, his eyes shimmering white. The same shimmer then cast over the crowd's eyes.

Now they could all see through the storm of dust.

Simma didn't know what was going on all he could see through the dust that was pouring into his eyes was blur a circling him. he squinted his eyes as he kept turning and turning.

But then a heavy punch landed to his face, the kind that threw his head to the other side and sent spit and blood out his mouth. It was Bragga he had jumped out landed a blow and jumped right back into the spin. 

What followed next was a sharp pain through his back, the cheetah had did what Bragga had done. Jumped out attacked and back in the spin.

It continued again and again, punches and scratches raining on Simma, from multiple angles he couldn't quite ascertain. 

Simma was in pain his head was now pounding, and his heart was trying to give up on him, he wasn't working no more, to him he had lost but then…

Another scratch landed on him, it was across his eyes, down to his lips. Big mistake.

And at that instant it reminded him of how Sonja had died.

Anger started swirling in him. Simma that was been thrown around by the punches in the whirling circle now stood still, the punches didn't move him again, it was as if Bragga's attacks were nothing.

He shut his eyes, his soul was now burnt up by anger, it caused through his vein and up to his brain - and down back to his eyes which flicked opened with a thick red glow.

Everything seemed to slow down, and he saw him Bragga, as he jumped out of his tracks again his fist raised, and his face mean he was to land another blow but then there was a loud …

'BOOM'

And a great wave arose two forces had collided, but when the wave cleared Bragga's neck was inside Simma's hand as a loud sound filled the air.

Simma wanted to strangle him to unconsciousness but the anger in him wanted more, there was far more painful ways to kill him.

No, he dismissed the thought, he has to be in control over his anger, he needed not to kill him he just needed to win but, his anger was much, and he yielded to it.

With a forceful yank he flipped him above the air over his head and slammed him forcefully into the ground.

Just then the anger grew, and he let it inside his heart and into his head, lightening sparked around him now and his feet was no longer on the floor, he was aloft.

A seven feet tall dragon shimmered into existence - the real form of the within beast, it growled is voice coarse and terrifying. The whole crowd now watched with horrors on their faces many were scared, the children around burst into tears.

But Simma laughed his voices ringing loudly as it echoed "HAHAHAHA"

At that laughter and the way it echoed, Zolomon had noticed something since nothing was supposed to echo in a place that was filled with people.

Then it dawned on him it was not echoes rather it was more than a voice laughing. Slowly in a way no one around him would notice he muttered something underneath his breath.

Simma had now made his dragon to keep its front limb paw on Bragga and slowly and painfully crush him, but if he did that he would be disqualified.

"Common Simma… happy thoughts," Sarah whispered from the stand.

But Simma wasn't their no more and he had no happy thoughts to spare.

Bragga was now feeling the weight of the foot of the dragon, and he had been cut of from his beast when Simma had caught him by the neck.

The weight started becoming heavier and heavier and then he tapped out, that was it, Simma had won, but Simma didn't stop his dragon was almost about to crush Bragga when something hit him and then he fell into a very fleeting trance.

He saw the suited man but now they were two, same figure, same shape like they were twins but different aura and he said to him, just as short as the trance was.

"Blood will rain"

At that Simma jerked awaked and with a rippling sound the dragon vanished.

And Simma slumped to the floor unconscious.

Zolomon was thrilled if his calculations are thorough, then a man known to be cursed for eternity and a very dangerous mindless individual is lurking.

And Simma is not all that he seems to be.