Nothing is easy, nothing is impossible

The expression of "Shit!" Or "Oh fuck!" Although the former suited her friend more, it could be read on Hanna's face.

As soon as she realized what she had done, the girl had retreated at a crazy speed, to find herself on the ground, accompanying the fall with a cry, since the bed was not huge ....

A long moment of silence followed which was probably needed by those present to assimilate everything that had happened in a matter of seconds!

Thranduil had remained motionless. Lost in a myriad of thoughts that had been unleashed not because of the kiss itself, but because of what he had felt.

He wasn't angry, he hadn't felt the urge to push her away. In reverse!

The shock had caught him as soon as he realized something he had long believed dead: he wanted her! But why had he noticed it only with a kiss?

It was a thousand-year-old creature.

A father who had observed Legolas for centuries, in order to be able to grasp these signals and in case of need, redirect them to a companion worthy of his title!

How could he have been so blind?

The noise of the bottles clashing between them brought him back to reality.

Hanna had taken another, open and ... poured almost completely on her friend when the latter had tried to snatch it from his hands.

They both ignored him!

“How did you dare ?!" He would never admit what he had just experienced.

Not in front of them. At least until he understood something!

It was strange to think or even fear that he was cheating on his late companion. Centuries had passed since she left him, but he had never once shown a new interest in someone else.

In her memory and the love that bound him to her. Was it really wrong?

Sara had taken refuge in a corner of the room, resting her knees on her chest and lowering her head, as if it were all her fault! Hanna looked at him badly.

“Why are you asking stupid questions? I haven't received a good edac .......... good edocation ....... education, you said it yourself! Hic!" We only needed the hiccups!

"I must deduce that it is solely the fault of the wine!" observed Thranduil, not knowing if it was appropriate to remove the bottle from her hands before he emptied that too. "Sherlock Holmes has struck again!" The elated girl exulted.

"Who?" Azrael asked in confusion.

“It's delusional!" Sara justified that she wanted to avoid further testing the elf's patience.

"Watson I remembered him more quickly! And fatter!" Hanna said pointing to her friend and looking at her lost. The now empty bottle.

"Forgive her! I don't remember ever seeing her at a Richard Dawson drunkenness!" Sara thought thoughtlessly that she felt much more relaxed seeing that the elf was calm.

At his questioning look she laughed "It's not that he starts kissing anyone as soon as he is a bit shining! I think it's due to this change!" Sara said spreading her arms but referring to the new life they led.

“I know, I know! You are wondering what a place like me is doing in a girl like this!" Hanna said sitting on Thranduil's lap who immediately pushed her onto the bed.

“I understand! It's time to go!" Sara said grabbing her friend by the arm and dragging her towards the door.

“Maybe you'd better stay!" Azrael's voice froze her on the spot.

“Ninth! Don't worry! We will be ..... very well ..... great!" Sara tried to justify herself. "We are not intended beauties ........ unlit heights! But what am I saying !?" Hanna screamed throwing herself back on the bed before ending up on the ground because of the headache that was breaking her skull.

"Defenseless girls! I agree with you!" Translated her friend unable to hold back a smile.

If everything around them had changed, she could say with certainty that they too had changed with it!

Azrael ignored them by sitting on the floor beside the bed.

"He must be used to being obeyed! Even after so many years of captivity?" The girl wondered as she stood, unsure of her next move and word.

"Mine was an offer. Accepting it or not is your choice ...... your choice!" He corrected himself when he saw that Hanna was already deeply asleep.

Sara smiled. A sincere smile, not born of fun, but of gratitude.

“Thanks!" Before moving her friend, she said, she had legs and arms spread out that occupied the whole bed, to get some space.

Only then did she realize that her dress was completely dirty because of the wine that had been spilled on her.

She sat on the bed pondering how to solve that more than embarrassing situation. "Let's do the math tomorrow!"She thought, looking hatefully at her friend.

The elf had stretched out on his back on the ground and closed his eyes, perhaps with the intention of sleeping, but he got up as soon as he perceived the girl's growing mood.

Sara avoided her gaze by convincing herself that she wasn't there and that she hadn't understood what was going on in her head.

She would never have slept naked! No sir!

A movement caught her attention and she saw that Azrael had taken off the short-sleeved shirt he was wearing and was offering it to him.

She stared at him for a good handful of minutes because of the surprise, not so much because he had done such a thing, but because he hadn't seen a minimum of hesitation or second thoughts in his gestures!

Finally she took his shirt and turned her back on it but before removing her robe she checked it for safety.

Thranduil had again lay down on the ground and turned his back on her.

He was truly a man ...... elf of honor!

She was caught looking at his bust.

Perfect and sculpted despite those years of captivity and torture!

Sure, there were scars, but they didn't cloud perfection!

Cabbage! He was not the first half-naked man he saw!

She had to control herself! Or if he really wanted to try, drinking like a sponge could be the solution! Thanks sister!

Fortunately, the shirt was so large that it served as a nightgown.

"Thanks!" She said before rolling up the covers and collapsing with exhaustion. Thranduil, after many decades, fell asleep peacefully.

Having friends wouldn't have been so bad.



*



The sunrise came early.

Shortly after the sun woke up just who would have liked to spend the whole day lounging. In memory of old habits!

Hanna stretched and nimbly stepped over her friend.

She was surprised! Usually it was smashed against her! How could it not be yet ....... Any doubts about his new agility were dispelled when he found himself falling on something warm and soft .... or rather, someone!

After a first moment of confusion, the girl turned to the one who had found herself acting as a doormat.

“Are you always in the midst of balls?" Churches altered.

"Good morning Hanna!" Thranduil replied with a strange smile.

"What's wrong with him? He has never been so friendly ... let alone smiling ..... and where the hell is his shirt?"her thoughts stopped as soon as the memories of the previous evening overwhelmed her.

She who kissed him! He, who didn't seem to care about it!

"What do you want?" Churches rude.

"I thought this question was up to me!" Azrael said pretending to be offended.

"Why? Last night ..... I drank! I only remember this! ..... I didn't do dirty things did I?" She asked trying to seem as lost as possible.

Thranduil would not be fooled.

He knew well that he was trying to avoid the problem, but he hadn't spent centuries sitting on a throne to not be able to perceive a lie when he heard it!

"Who do you think you're talking to? You weren't drunk enough to be out of control!" The elf broke out even though Hanna remained sitting on the ground looking at him as if they were talking about you and cookies.

"I wanted to experience what it was like to kiss an elf!" She said tonelessly.

"I do not believe you!" Thranduil replied looking furiously at her.

“And I don't think I could have been so enthusiastic about the idea! So stupid! It wasn't special at all!" She admitted as she felt his cheeks glow.

Damn her that she didn't have absolute control of her circulatory system!

"Your expression says otherwise!" He provoked her.

"He says ..... that I am embarrassed by the ignorance and infancy that shines through my behavior! Point!" Screamed the girl livid with shame.

Azrael stroked her cheek with her hand and Hanna trembled, realizing that she would not be able to lie to herself for much longer.

Had alcohol lowered its defenses so much?

Or he had revealed something that he had been trying to avoid for months, even to hide! To herself then!

"You were always very tense, but I didn't think it was because of my presence!" Said the elf.

Being able to return to his kingdom became something distant and abstract.

For once in many years Thranduil decided that he would fully experience the present moment. Without worrying about future wars! Without having to be alone in observing the succession of days.

He would have taken that opportunity to be happy! Even if it would only last a blink, in his immortal life!

Her face had moved closer to hers and was looking at her lips. Small, fleshy and perfect!

Hanna decided to let him get closer.

Maybe she would die during the war that their escape would cause, so why not try one last crazy experience before dying?

She would listen to her heart that suddenly seemed to have woken up after a long time and told her to take risks.

He was always an arrogant, cold and snooty King of the Elves, but somehow, he had managed to conquer his with her silences and few words.

Yet, during all those evenings spent together, she realized how strong and kind she was. In showing himself perfectly calm and confident, also helping them in that unwanted life; addressing them politely and welcoming them every evening next to them, perhaps to make them feel protected.

By now they were very close.

Hanna could feel an indomitable fire growing inside her, waiting to be unleashed through that kiss that she suddenly craved with all of herself!

A ping made them jump and drive away in record time.

"Oh, sorry!" Sara said amused.

Tin glasses yield to gravity when you least expect it!

“Sorry you! We forgot that there was the third inconvenient!" Hanna said trying in vain to hide the annoyance she felt in having been interrupted.

"Very bad!" Her friend took it again without veiling the note of sarcasm in her voice.



*



"We must scrupulously observe the Roman nobles in their ways of doing and speaking! It is not the best, but we must be satisfied! It is mandatory to eliminate vulgarities from our vocabulary! I think it is only a reminder of the innate arrogance of the dwarves .....” since she and Sara had returned to the villa, her friend had never closed her mouth!

"How come we suddenly have to become the opposite of who we are? Once we can evade the rules of etiquette you suddenly want to impose them again! Never a joy!" Hanna complained before slipping on the wax she had just passed. A classic!

“If you decide to get together with ...... one of the most important people of Arda, we absolutely have to show up! I don't know about you, but I made hundreds of shitty figures, but I don't know if I could to hold one in front of the elves! In the presence of Elrond? No, I would prefer ....."

“.... but what are you saying!" Hanna screamed before being forced to rub the floor hard when the servant who controlled them looked at them badly.

“Thinking about it .... I didn't see your declarations! Have you decided to officially get engaged?" Sara asked as if they were speaking in a classroom and they were back to being sixteen!

"We are not together! Neck is not the same as establishing a serious relationship!" Hanna said aware that she had turned red like a pepper.

"He is an elf! With him nothing is" normal "! .... do you love him?" Sara asked casually. "Damn Sandra! I was drunk!" The brunette said through gritted teeth.

"And was it your hangover this morning? You turn into Albert Einstein when it comes to making excuses!" Her disappointed friend accused her.

She hoped that at least she would confide in her! Hanna had become unpredictable since their lives had changed!

It was horrible not to find the complicity between friends that is created when you know someone so well, that you can say what they think and what they would do, with certainty.

".....I think so!" OK it's good!

Now he could say with confidence that he didn't know her at all! The real Hanna would never admit something like this ...... and in such a short time!

She would have denied, insulted anyone just to change the subject or simply, pretend that she didn't exist!

Hanna sighed "We have always fought among ourselves! But somehow it struck me ....." the girl stopped when she saw her friend's gaze.

Oh no! Not that look! A wise smile! Her ego would have reached unknown heights and would not have given her peace!

".... although I'm sure eighty percent is just sexual attraction!" She remedied the last second.

"Your romanticism lives up to the passion I have in cleaning!" Sara shot her even more heartbroken.



*



"Ça va?" (Are you okay?) Atticus asked that morning as soon as they found themselves in the main square of the villa, ready for daily training.

“C'est la première fois que tu me demandes sans être fouettée!"(It's the first time you've asked me without being whipped!) The elf pointed out.

“Vous semblez complètement absorbé dans vos pensées!"(You seem completely absorbed in your thoughts!) Emphasized the man.

"Je suis!"(I am!) Azrael admitted as he took the sword and wooden shield.

"Hanna et Sara se sont-elles impliquées?" (Do Hanna and Sara have anything to do with it?) Insisted his son even though he knew this answer.

"Pourquoi devraient-ils?"(Why should they?) Azrael asked looking disinterested.

"Je ne sais pas, peut-être le fait qu'ils ont sauté de ta cells ce matin?"(I don't know, maybe the fact that they jumped out of your cell this morning?) Asked Atticus who was more impressed than he could have imagined.

The girls were strange, but there is a limit to everything. And their eyes hid such great satisfaction that they feared what might have caused it.

"Tu sais que je n'aime pas l'humour, c'est une façon stupide de se moquer de toi, en agissant de façon supérieure!" (You know I don't like humor, it's a stupid way to make fun of yourself, acting in a superior way!) Her father pointed out.

They faced each other, waiting for the other to start the fight.

"Dois-je leur parler ou allez-vous me répondre?" (Should I speak to them or will you answer me?). Atticus asked knowing he had won.

"You clarified the situation without speaking my language!" Milo's voice distracted the two from the quarrel.

"I have to learn yours if I want you to understand me!" He said pointing to the elf.

"In the arena you don't stretch your opponent thanks to the chatter! You just have to learn with the sword! With him you can also improve your reflexes and strategy without speaking! As I said before, you don't need to know the opponent's language!" Atticus said as he attacked the elf.

It was true that Milo was training hard, but as soon as he could, he did not miss the opportunity to refresh his memory with a few minutes of struggle.

He attacked with a blow followed closely by an upright that his father deflected very easily.

Atticus wasted no time and struck with a shot, that is a lunge on the opposing blade, directing his to the opponent's chest.

Azrael did not get upset in the least, as predictable, leaning backwards and thus dodging the blow.

The elf's next move was a hit and while Atticus was busy deflecting it he rotated his torso so that the body accompanied the shield stroke making it even more powerful and hitting the son in the shoulder with a force that made him end up with his back on earth.

Atticus took advantage of that momentum to do a somersault on the ground with the intent of regaining position, while putting a safe distance between them, while deciding how to continue.

After what seemed like an eternity, but that for the spectators it was only a second, Atticus moved his right foot one step forward and attempted a feint directed to the left shoulder discovered by the opponent's guard trying to induce movement of parade in him.

His intent was to uncover his legs to return the blow and make him end up on the ground!

Azrael did not seem to guess the fake and counterattacked his arm trying to parry the blow, opposing his own blade, however, going out to the side and making the attack result ineffective.

Atticus exulted internally.

With a quick blow, he put his foot behind the opponent's heel, forcing his leg to rise slightly.

This destabilized the elf and the other overwhelmed him with his whole body.

Their backward race did not end in a fall to the ground as hoped.

They ran into a wooden column. Azrael's right arm was wedged between his son's shield and his body, while the hand holding the shield was free, but not in a suitable position to launch a powerful attack.

Atticus was satisfied with having cornered him. It was the first time he had succeeded.

But it was this detail that made him block.

What could he do now?

If he had left it he would have come back to the point!

Without excluding that with his father it was impossible to repeat an attack identical to the other unless you wanted to give him the victory on a silver platter!

Azrael noticed the other's hesitation and took advantage of it.

He pulled a knee in his son's stomach. He was not very strong enough to fold it in two, but it gave him the opportunity to throw it away from him with his left arm that seemed useless and blocked.

Atticus backed up disoriented and in less than a moment the duration of a breath hit the sand from his back.

Azrael, with a speed typical of his race, had come up to him and struck from behind his legs, with the sword, decreeing his victory.

Despite everything, Atticus smiled. He had been such a fool to believe he could do it! ..... but he was still in excellent shape!

"Tout doute peut être fatal!"(Any doubt can be fatal!) Azrael mentees scolded him and helped him to get up.

“Vous devez pouvoir voir les intentions de l'aversaire! Tirez le meilleur parti des armes et de l'ingéniosité!" (You must be able to see the opponent's intentions! Use both weapons and ingenuity to the max!) He added.

"Pouvez-vous me dire de saisir toutes les possibilités ?! Même si vous l'avez, vous utilisez un petit bouclier!"(Can you tell me to seize all the possibilities ?! Even if you have it, you don't use the shield very much!) Atticus tried to scold him even if he knew it was useless.

His father was a master at handling all types of weapons, which is why he always won!

So it was difficult to criticize an error because it could very well be a double-edged sword!

"Les Romains apprennent à toujours l'utiliser! L'adversaire awaits toujours un coup sûr et cela le distrait!"(The Romans always teach to use it! The opponent always expects a hit and this distracts him!) Azrael explained.

How you wanted to prove it!

No action by his father was meaningless.



10 YEARS LATER





Ah, che bel vivere, che bel piacere (che bel piacere) per una servaaaa ......di qualità! (di qualità!)

Ah, brava Hanna! Brava, bravissima! Brava! La la la la la la la LA!

Fortunatissima per verità! Fortunatissima per verità! La la la la, la la la la, la la la la la la la LA!

(Ah, what a beautiful life, what a beautiful pleasure (what a beautiful pleasure) for a servant ...... of quality! (quality!) Ah, good Hanna! Good, very good! Good! La la la la la la LA! Really lucky! Really lucky! La La La, La La La, La La La La La La LA!)



If your mother musician tries to make you follow her steps without success, this is how you find yourself: to destroy a wonderful work adapting it to the current situation. The Barber of Seville had always fascinated her, since the first time she had seen him at the theater! Too small to understand the sung dialogues, but large enough to get passionate about that melody! To that "reciting singing"!



Pronta a far tutto, la notte e il giorno sempre d'intorno in giro sta. Peggior cuccagna per una serva, vita piu nobile, no, non si ha. La la la la la la la la la la la la la!

Secchi e pettini, strofinacci e sandali, al mio comando tutto qui sta. Secchi e pettini strofinacci e sandali, al mio comando tutto qui sta.

(Ready to do everything, night and day is always around. Worst cockpit for a servant, more noble life, no, you don't have. La La La La La La La La La La La La! Buckets and combs, tea towels and sandals, everything is in my command. Buckets and combs tea towels and sandals, everything is in my command.)



Ten long years had passed.

Milo had grown up and was now a strong young man who had already built a worthy reputation in the world of gladiators, thanks to the numerous victories accumulated within five years.

Sara and Hanna hadn't changed much despite the elapsed time.

This is thanks to the luck that, towards them, seemed never to end.

They were in the chariot with gladiators only because the mistress had found another personal slave.

They always took care of the cleaning of the villa but appeared alongside the owner during the holidays or important ceremonies, to deceive all the citizens who still served her.

This served to increase the fame of the master and that of the mistress, since having the women of Azrael at his side was considered a blessing from the gods.

But most of the time they spent it with Azrael to tame him.

Deluded!

Atticus had become a man in all respects and was happy with his life, not sharing the idea of rebellion from his father.



Ahime, (ahime) che furia! Ahime, che folla! Uno alla volta, per carita! (per carita! per carita!) Uno alla volta, uno alla volta, uno alla volta, per carita!

(Ahime, (ahime) what a fury! Ahime, what a crowd! One at a time, please! (For charity! for charity!) One at a time, one at a time, one at a time, for charity!)



Azrael smiled.

He and Hanna were always on a war footing but had become good friends all the same.

He had been very close to Sara too, but he felt that there could be something more with Hanna.

He had to decide to take the first step!



Dieci anni di qua, dieci anni di là, dieci anni di su, dieci anni di giù.

Son la serva del despotaaaa, sono la serva della despotaaa..

Pronta prontissima son meglio del fulmine:

Sono la serva del despota.

(del despota, del despota, del despota!)

(Ten years here, ten years there, ten years up, ten years down. I am the servant of the despoooooot, I am the servant of the despot .. Ready, ready, I'm better than lightning: I am the servant of the despot. (of the despot, of the despot, of the despot!)



They were returning home after winning in the arena.

Thranduil took a deep breath feeling the sea air to the full.

Despite everything, he still did not hear the call.

Despite that life in which he tried to survive, he sensed that he had to stay.

If he returned to his world he was sure he would not have regained control of the kingdom. He had seen and endured too much.

His hatred of humans could represent the ruin of his people.

Legolas was younger and more charitable. He would have made mistakes, but he would have been a good ruler in the end.

He was sure it was now too. He was aware of living and interacting and considering a family, proper to humans, but they had got to know them.

As a sovereign he would not have had this privilege and for this reason he would no longer have been able to trust him, he was sure of it!

He saw Milo get back on the cart, surprising himself that he hadn't noticed that he had got off!



Ah, brava Hanna! Brava, bravissima; Ah, brava Hanna! Brava, bravissima; a te fortuna (a te fortuna, a te fortuna) non mancherà.

Ah, brava Hanna! Brava, bravissima; Ah, brava Hanna! Brava, bravissima; a te fortuna (a te fortuna, a te fortuna) non mancherà.

Sono la serva del despota, Sono la serva del despota, del despota, del despota, del despota!!!! Del deeespotaaaaaa!!

(Ah, good Hanna! Good, very good; Ah, good Hanna! Good, very good; luck to you (luck to you, luck to you) will not fail. Ah, good Hanna! Good, very good; Ah, good Hanna! Good, very good; luck to you (luck to you, luck to you) will not fail. I am the servant of the despot, I am the servant of the despot, of the despot, of the despot, of the despot !!!! Of the deeespooooooot!!)



There had to be a way to get it. Until then they had avoided that speech, as if there had never been a kiss!

But then Sara, as a good gossip, had confided to him that Hanna did not feel ready and had hoped that the infatuation would pass with time.

This was not the case!

And Thranduil wouldn't have given up easily.



*



The following morning both Thranduil and Atticus looked surprised at their friend who, after eating his portion in a hurry, was washing himself thoroughly.

Azrael raised a skeptical eyebrow and Atticus spoke "We are not going to a party, but to the massacre!".

"She will be there!" Milo said.

Both of his friends looked puzzled "Who?" Curious Atticus asked.

"I met her while you were coming back! Her name is Cassia! I didn't believe that in this world there could be such a beautiful as graceful creature!" Milo said with dreamy eyes.

"Oh right, now I remember! She's the one you killed the horse on!" Atticus said with derision.

Thranduil shook her head and took it in her hands "Tu es juste un peu naïf!"(You're just a little naive!).

Atticus laughed "Azrael is right! Keep staring at her once in the arena so she will see your glorious death and fall in love immediately!".

A rag flew into the cell and ended over the face of the man who could not stop laughing. Eventually Milo also joined in the cheer because he knew that most likely they were right .... she had certainly not noticed!

Celebrations were held that evening in honor of the victory of the gladiators of the great Barahir.

The most famous lanista of the whole Republic.

Their job was to stand still like beautiful figurines on stools, to the delight of the guests. Azrael was the only one with the chains.

Too dangerous and unpredictable to be without!

"How many languages do you know?" Milo asked softly to the elf. He believed he knew only French and the language of the elves, in addition to theirs. But he had changed his mind when he heard him translate the words of a Syrian to his son, ten seconds earlier.

"Too many to count!" Atticus replied in his place. Milo was distracted by two brown eyes that caught his eye and recognized her: Cassia!

Gorgeous and graceful as usual. She seemed surprised to see it!

Their master, Barahir, approached. Judging from his momentarily missing sense of balance, he must have been quite tipsy.

"After this evening you will no longer be my gladiators, but you will belong to Batiatus! I have decided to surrender you! Atticus, Azrael and Milo. Ariadne has also been sold. And it seems to me .... Hanna and Sara too ..... ... yes them! Corvo wanted to teach his future wife a lesson and sold his lady to the highest bidder!" After that, he left furiously ... with whom it was a mystery!

"I think he lost us in the game!" Atticus said he knew their ex-master well.

"Batiatus?" Milo asked "Batiatus!" Confirmed Penthouse.

"Who is Batiatus?" Milo asked confused. "He will be a lanista like Barahir!" Penthouse replied unconvinced.

Two black-armored guards took them and escorted them onto a cart.

Poor Ariadne was terrified, but when she saw Milo she seemed reassured. Why?

While the boy was worried about the fate of the woman he loved, now a prisoner of his arch enemy!

Senator Crow had exterminated his family!

She couldn't allow him to take him away too!

Hanna and Sara looked like two little girls who were going on a picnic, however enthusiastic they were.

"Where are they taking us?" Ariadne asked with tears in her eyes.

“From our new owner!" Milo answered, not at all happy.

After spending the night locked up in there, they left at dawn and after several hours on the road, the guards finally made them go down.

They were in a large square and a large number of gladiators were watching them. When Azrael got out, everyone jumped in surprise.

"How the hell did the master buy it?" Oenomaus asked Gannicus "May the gods electrocute me if I know!" He replied.

"So now the angel of death will be one of us! It will be an honor to call him brother!" Crixus said that like everyone present he knew the legend very well.

"Only if you are man enough to join the brotherhood!" Barca taunted him.

Lucretia jumped from the balcony "But that's ......." "No, I don't believe it!" Gaia whispered.

"How much you paid Quintus!" His wife almost shouted.

He grinned "Absolutely nothing! I won the game together with the other two. Only the slaves paid them, but half its value because their previous masters owed me a favor!".

Ariadne was brought up and placed at the service of the mistress together with Sara and Hanna while the three new future gladiators were lined up in front of the others. The master Batiatus began a speech "You are lucky! You are in the school of Quintus Lentulus Batiatus proclaimer of the best gladiators of the whole Republic! In the days that will be shown to be more than just men! Fail and you will die, the alternative is the I work in the mine. If you are up to it, you will be part of my titans! ".

All the gladiators raised a fist screaming with pride "Batiatus! Batiatus! Batiatus!". "But here is a gift that the gods wanted to grant me! A warrior who has never been defeated. A beast that has never been tamed. A legend that in one hundred and fifty years has never been tarnished: Azrael, the Death angel!" The master said proudly. The elf looked around with not so much interest, as if the discussion didn't concern him or mattered much.

A whiplash caught his attention.

The Master seemed impatient with his behavior.

"Show the master what you can do!" He said finally.

After Atticus and Milo had made a good impression by beating their opponents it was Thranduil's turn.

His opponent was Gnaeus a retiary.

If he got by, he had to admit it, but his name is Azrael, he was the angel of death for a reason: no challenger survived a confrontation!

After landing it, he raged against him with all the anger in his body.

Like a fury, he hit his fragile skull with his training sword and with just two blows he broke it, but not happy he continued to make more blows on that defenseless and lifeless body.

His portentous hearing sensed the whip as soon as the Master moved it and managed to block it with one hand before he could hit it.

He pulled with all his might and Oenomaus, that was his name, fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

"Stop him!" The master yelled at the guards, who immediately moved.

For Azrael it was a walk to land them and kill them by piercing them with their own swords.

Nobody would have stopped him ..... "Thats enough!" Okay, someone who could do it was there.

Atticus approached him and took the bloody wooden sword from his hands "I would say this is enough to maintain your reputation!" He whispered to him.

"Forgive him master. When he begins to fight it is very difficult for him to stop! His thirst for blood and human lives blinds him!" Atticus said bowing before the master. Azrael imitated him, as did Milo.

"Lock him in his cell and chain him. I don't want more bloodshed today!" Quintus said, shaken both positively and negatively by so much aggression.

For many, that elf was only a problem, for others the will of the gods, but he saw only a unique opportunity to be seized!

Notes:

And here we are!
Finally!
Did I lengthen the romance between the two too much?
I believe that the certainty of having an eternity to live in front of you made Hanna take too long!
The second time Hanna turns words because of drunkenness she uses paronomasia! That is, paole in Italian have a very similar sound!
Since I suck in English, I was unable to do the same with the translation!
I apologize!
The song he sings is "Largo al Factotum" an aria from Rossini's opera "The Barber of Seville", but modified by the girl!
The song sung is in Italian, like the story, but I decided to translate it anyway, in parentheses, to make you understand what the crazy Hanna says!
enough, she is in tune!
The moment is approaching and soon we will see some runs and raw! See you soon,
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