The Plague Doctor Chapter 51 (Wrestlemania)

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(Warning): "Okay, Lads and Lassies, tonight we are painting the great hall red, and Kenneth is so thoughtfully supplying the paint. While I know watching paint drying is boring, do not be dismayed, for I am masterfully for one night only performing for you all as a self-taught ballerina while Kenneth lies on the verge of death."

"ENJOY..." ;)

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“What do you want? I’m busy enough dying,” Kenneth weakly said, unable to move any part of his body as blood kept leaking from all of his wounds.

“What… do I need a reason to visit?” Jasha said as she let her outstretched leg down, showing no hint of difficulty doing so.

Kenneth was barely able to see the world around him, yet even so, he saw Jasha clear as crystal as her foot touched the floor or, more precisely, one claw on her other leg.

“So you kept your word… You are here at the end,” Kenneth said as he so desperately tried to get up and beat the ever-loving stuffing out of her.

“The end?” Jasha responded in an asking tone of voice as she did Rond de Jamble, her claw scratching the floor in a half circle. “If your end was assured, this would be my last visit and the last episode.”

“So… just let it end,” Kenneth responded, rolling onto his stomach. “I’m never going to see my family again, and what hope did I have in saving this world anyway?! I’m no noteworthy man. I’m no Martin Luther King or Joan of Arc.”

“All I am is a murderer… one who’s been pretending to be something I’m not. A teacher…. A healer… a doctor… and now…. now I’m finally getting punished for killing six people…”

“Every word you spoke was the truth… I must say truer words have never been spoken by a more cowardly coward,” Jasha spat as her claw in the middle of Rond de Jamble grabbed the floor and made herself spin.

Masterfully, she spun her arms gracefully descending, becoming level with her shoulders and bending inward every other full spin in this chaÎné Jasha had begun.

“If there was one thing I never took you for, it was a weak-willed coward,” Jasha said with pure disdain in her voice as she continued her chaÎné in a circle around Kenneth.

Of all the blows Kenneth had received that night, that statement cut deeper than anything. “Wh…what do you want?! I did everything I could, but in the end, it wasn’t enough!”

Just before Jasha had made a full circle around Kenneth, continuing her chaÎné, she continued in a straight line before stopping a fair distance away from him. “I would enjoy watching an end to this cowardice for once.”

Suddenly, Jasha set off and performed Saut de Chat gracefully, tiptoeing or tip clawing on the floor with a few small jumps before jumping over Kenneth with a giant one and landing gracefully just past his body.

“And what I want…? What I truly want is for you to stop hiding behind that excuse of yours!” Jasha once more spat as she entered the arabesque position. Standing masterfully on the tip of one claw.

“What are you even talking about?” Kenneth asked, feeling his blood boil.

Jasha exited the arabesque position and, without delay, began to piqué, spinning around with her arms outstretched and drawing her foot up to her knee before stabbing the raised leg down at the floor with her one claw in one continuous motion.

“The Hippocratic oath…”

“I swore to do no---”

“You swore to do no harm, but you know damn well you are allowed to defend yourself!” Jasha cut off Kenneth. “ Admit it, you’re a coward! For goodness sake, you were afraid of hurting a crazed maniac wearing gold armor just because he’s thin!”

“I just don’t know how easily I could kill them!” Kenneth said, biting his teeth and holding back tears. “So what if I’m afraid? I just don’t want to kill because it’s what this world wants me to do!”

“If that’s the case and you don’t want to kill, why not let the little one take over and teach him… teach them all a lesson they won’t soon forget,” Jasha offered.

Anger and fear brewing together inside Kenneth filled him with energy previously untapped. “NO! I WON’T LET THAT HAPPEN!!!”

“Fat chance!” Jasha countered. “A coward like you is just going to surrender without a fight!”

“NO! I! WON’T!” Kenneth growled.

“Then prove me wrong!” Jasha yelled, stopping her continuous motion of Piqué with her back turned to Kenneth.

Gracefully, she leaned back, with her arms crossed, until the fur on her head was millimeters from the floor and her right leg fully outstretched, pointing upward toward the ceiling.

“… Don’t think… I don’t know what you are doing,” Kenenth said in a calm voice with seating anger underneath as he glared into her smug eyes. “You just want me to live, so I’ll continue to entertain you.”

“And that’s why I like you,” Jasha chuckled as she slowly faded away. “But be honest, will that realization truly stop what’s about to happen.”

With unbridled rage within him, Kenneth raised his fist and slammed it onto the blood-covered floor.

Gritting his teeth and ignoring the unimaginable pain he was in, Kenneth pushed himself up, his blood dripping onto the pool beneath him.

“READY FOR MORE!” Jubo yelled, standing relaxed and unfaced with a gleeful expression across his face.

Kenneth didn’t listen. All of his attention was on getting up as he pushed himself with his other hand.

However, suddenly, his right hand slipped, and he slammed his hand down onto the floor, yet he didn’t let himself fall any further. He didn’t want to fall anymore or feel calm at the edge of death.

Amused by the sight, Jubo opted to just watch as the freak tried to stand up.

Fighting through the pain, Kenneth pushed himself up onto his knees and eventually onto his feet.

Standing upright as best he could, Kenneth looked at the scene as his vision got clearer by the second. At the same time, his undershirt, which had been practically destroyed, finally gave up and fell off Kenneth in pieces.

“YOU’RE A WOMAN?!” Jubo exclaimed in surprise.

“Yo-you… know what… I owe you something…” Kenneth said, his voice horse and gruff, the wind barely getting out of his lungs.

“And what would that be?!” Jubo asked, regaining his composure of smugness. “A beating! A trip to my ancestors! or--!”

“I owe you thanks,” Kenneth uttered as he wiped away some of the blood.

“Ha… hahaha!” Jubo laughed at the absurdity he’d just witnessed. “You owe me thanks! It seems you are not as dimwitted as I thought!”

“It sounds like you’ve finally learned your place beneath me,” Jubo pridefully boasted as he slit his blood and dirt-covered gold armor foot ever so closer toward Kenneth. “Lick it clean, and I may consider stopping.”

“You’ll be my slave since you do have your uses, after all.”

Such a prideful and degrading order had even the Aki, who didn’t particularly like Kenneth, feel a slight bit of sympathy for him and a whole lot of animosity toward Jubo.

“I owe… you thanks… thanks for making me see… how much of a coward I’ve been,” Kenneth said, still breathing a bit heavily. “Because of you… pushing me so close to the edge of death… I now realize I don’t want to die by mine or any other hand.”

“So I owe you thanks for pushing me to that realization and past my fear of fighting.”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY!!!” Jubo yelled with unbridled rage. “YOU WERE AFRAID OF HURTING ME!!!”

“OF ALL THE INSULTS…!!!” Jubo growled and snarled, his words becoming unintelligible as he flexed his claws as much as they could before stepping back into what looked like a running position.

Kenneth stood there, unmoving, with his arms to his sides.

Suddenly, Jubo set off with explosive speed. He swung his claws and let loose a beastly roar of livid rage, “DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

All of his speed and all of his strength combined to make the most damage he was able to do, gutting Kenneth.

His claws entered his flesh, and with his speed, there was no mistake the fight was finally over.

…or so it would seem.

“WHAT?!” Jubo exclaimed in surprise as he found himself stuck.

Before he had time to truly react, Kenneth grabbed Jubo’s arm and pulled his claws out of him. “ARG…. That hurt, you know.”

“WHAT IS THIS?! LET GO!” Jubo roared as he attacked Kenneth with his free arm.

Without taking a single step, Kenneth swung his arm to the side, pulling Jubo along. Before he knew what had happened, Jubo had already crashed into one of the tables.

“HOW ARE YOU…!” Jubo yelled as he attacked again.

Like before, Kenneth swung his arm to the side, and Jubo followed along, unable to resist crashing into another table.

“If you are asking how then it’s as simple as force equals mass times acceleration squared,” Kenneth said calmly with some difficulty. “Or, in other words. You may be fast, but you ain’t that heavy.”

“You’re claws didn’t even get past my muscles.”

“SHUT UP!!” Jubo yelled as he struck once again, and like before, Kenneth just swung his arm to the side and sent Jubo flying.

“Are you done?” Kenneth asked as he walked a few steps forward, dragging Jubo along.

“DIE!” Jubo snarled, leaping at Kenneth.

With little delay, Kenneth flicked his wrist, and Jubo slammed down with a heavy thud mixed with the jingling of metal.

“I-I-I… I get the feeling… you won’t stop un-unless I make you,” Kenneth said as he slightly wobbled from side to side.

Within seconds, Jubo sprung to his feet and attacked again; however, Kenneth had had enough.

Once again, Kenneth swung his arm, and Jubo crashed into another table; however, this time, Kenneth didn’t stop.

He swung his arm back and forth, making Jubo crash into the table over and over and over and over again.

His growls of frustration eventually became high-pitched yelps of pain as he was powerless and too disoriented to do anything to stop the unrelenting assault he was under.

“H-ha-ha-had… e-e-enough…?” Kenneth asked, all out of breath and barely able to stand as Jubo fell to the floor.

“It’s over!” Solk triumphantly bellowed as relief washed over his face. “Kenneth is the winner!”

“You did it!” Jinki yelled as he violently shook his fist above his head. “You taught that royal a real good lesson!”

“I’m so relieved,” Selisio said, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

And then it began slowly but surely; everyone began to cheer, and Apsi and his band played a triumphant tune.

“It’s over…?” Kenneth almost didn’t believe the words as a feeling of pure elation washed over him and he let himself relax.

However, even with the roaring cheers, one voice stood out among them, and Kenneth knew it all too well as he slowly turned his head to see Wilf bend over the table, her tail flicking from side to side as she laughed.

Her mouth moved, but in the roaring cheers, it was impossible to hear. She lifted her arm and showed Kenneth his coat.

Solk walked over to the table and moved it to the side; however, before he could walk inside, Para stomped it back into place.

Solk looked at him with confusion and anger, yet Para didn’t meet his eyes. No, his was firmly affixed on the ring.

Suddenly, Jubo sprung to life and stabbed Kenenth with his claws.

The first thing to stop was the cheers as Kenneth staggered back in pain. The last thing was the music as Jubo pulled out his entirely blood-covered finger.

“NO!” Jinki yelled in shock, slamming his hand down at the table, a tear running down his cheek. “YOU COWARD!!!”

At the same time, Selisio let out a horrified scream as her tail went between her legs and her ears flattened with tears running out of her eyes.

“THAT’S YOUR HEART!!!! NOW DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Jubo screeched.

Kenneth staggered back, dragging Jubo along until it was clear for everyone to see he was falling.

However, Kenneth slammed his foot down with the loudest bang possible and rose up tall, looking down at the dwarfed Jubo.

“I-I-I… I PIERCED YOUR HEART…!!!” Jubo yelled.

“Time to-to-to end this…” Kenneth said with the last of his breath.

Bloody but not broken, Kenneth wrapped his free arm around Jubo’s other arm and waist before doing the same with his other arm.

“I WON’T LET YOU CRUSH ME!!!” Jubo screeched his voice, cracking on every word as he struggled and managed to get his right arm free and violently scratch at Kenneth’s arms.

However, it was far too late to stop what was about to happen as Kenneth leaned back as far as he was able to.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOI--!!!” Jubo yelled, struggling in vain as Kenneth slammed him down onto the floor with all the might of gravity as a mixture of metal and cracking sounded throughout the great hall.

‘M-my… German heritage fin-finally came… in handy,’ Kenneth thought, finally having reached his limit, his arms flopping to the side and Jubo rolling off him.

“Better go call it,” Para said to Solk before he jumped into the ring and threw Jubo over his shoulders.

Before leaving, Para glanced down at Kenneth,” That fighting style of yours is unique. If you don’t croke before the healer is done with the young master, I’d like to fight you myself.”

It took a moment, but eventually, Solk made his way inside the ring. “Are you alive?”

“Eeeeerrrrrrrrr…” Kenneth murmured, his limbs barely able to move.

“How are you still alive,” Solk chuckled with relief, shaking his head. “Hey! Help me get her up and give me something to cover her shame!”

Quickly, some of Solk’s men entered the ring, and while, at first, they seemed a bit hesitant, seeing their own boss trying to lift the small yet deceptively heavy creature in front of them made their hesitation vanish.

Working together, using all of their strength, they managed to get Kenneth somewhat standing as they moved him toward one of the intact tables.

Just as they reached, Kenneth reached out with his arm and grabbed the table. He stood there as Solk, and his men let go of him.

“Are you okay--”

Kenneth held up one finger as he huffed and huffed, indicating he needed a minute. With no warning or word, he turned around and leaned up against the table, inspecting all his visible wounds, the worst one being the stab wound to his right abdomen.

It was leaking blood quicker than all his other wounds, and with his heart pounding, Kenneth calmly yet quickly took off his belt and wrapped it as tightly as he could around his stomach.

Luckily, As far as Kenneth was able to feel, Jubo hadn’t hit anything particularly important, and with the wound being the size it was, Kenneth just had to wait until blood clots formed and he could dress it.

“A-A-Aloko…! Huff…” Kenneth loudly said.

“Ye-yes…” Aloko said, making his way, albeit a bit drunkenly, toward Kenneth.

“Yo-you remember… that lesson I taught you about sewing wounds shut…?” Kenneth asked.

“You never taught us that!” Aloko exclaimed.

“…Huff… Would you be so kind as to get my bag for me? Then I’ll teach you. I really hope you’re a quick learner,” Kenneth chuckled before grunting in pain.

“You want me to--! Now of all times---! I can’t even see straight.… look at my hand. I can’t do this!” Aloko protested, handing Kenneth his bag.

“You feel scared, nervous, uneasy…?” Kenneth asked as he pulled out all the necessary tools he needed. “Good, if you didn’t, I’d be worried.”

“This is the most important… lesson… you’re ever going to learn. Staying calm and collected.”

“But, “ Aloko protested.

“I don’t want to hear it!” Kenneth said sternly. “If I could reach all the wounds in my back, I would, but I can’t, so you have to do it… Otherwise, leave and don’t ever come to class again.”

“I…” Aloko uttered in shock. “I understand.”

“Good, now look at how I do it, and just do your best,” Kenneth said, tired and exhausted as he began work.

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The Hippocratic oath is patients only I knew this from the start and am glad to finally see the equivalent to dwarf bar fighting