Spartan Justice: An Army Isekai Fantasy by Han Yang

Author:Han Yang [Yang, Han]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Royal Guard Publishing LLC
Published: 2023-09-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Meet New Friends, Kill New Friends!

AROS

Osci Port

The ogre slammed into the doors from below, flinging them open to the crowd’s delight. The metal coverings clanged against the hard stone at slightly different times. An immense head of dark gray skin peeked out of the pit, rising ever so slowly.

“Brriiiiigggggghhhhhtttttt,” the ogre groaned, complaining about the cloudless sunshine.

Based on just the tiny bit of what Aros saw exposed, which was about the size of a wagon, the ogre was going to be massive. He pumped his legs into a sprint, capitalizing on the stunned ogre’s hesitation.

As Aros picked up speed, Pascrin managed to barely keep up. The mad dash to close the distance proved futile. The ogre shot out of the pit, landing on his feet with a roar of the crowd.

Aros turned to the side and skidded to a halt. He grumbled under his breath at the sheer size of the ogre. The creature had to be ten times his height, with a weight he could hardly fathom. He, for the obviously male ogre, was nude to the world. The big monster shielded his eyes with one hand while waving with the other.

The crowd erupted, hopping to their feet with exuberant cheers. It was apparent the ogre earned fans, and more importantly, had the ability to convey simple actions as well as words.

“Hungry,” the ogre rumbled, with a rub of his belly. “Where food?”

The crowd ate it up, calling out sweetly to the big guy.

“They’re not going to like us,” Pascrin mumbled with a pinched face.

Aros frowned. “Yeah, probably not. Oh, well.”

The ogre continued to work the crowd, waving to some of the more eager fans. Aros slid his shield off his forearm into his hand and dropped his dory.

When the ogre realized there were humans in his arena, he shrieked as if he’d seen a specter. The ogre backpedaled until he thumped into the wall.

“Humies?” the ogre cried in dismay. His eyes crossed a bit until they focused. “Tiny. Cute. Not scary. Embarrassed.”

The ogre giggled, earning aw’s from the crowd. The mean humans had startled the killer giant. Aros knew the threat the ogre presented and didn’t buy into the lovey-dovey play-acting.

“Oh boy,” Pascrin muttered.

Aros snorted with a headshake. “Time to be the bad guys. Two can play this game.”

“Uh, what?” Pascrin replied.

Aros tossed his shield to the side, away from the ogre. He sprinted, picked up enough speed, and hopped onto the piece of metal until he slowed with a skid while riding it. The veteran Spartan had spent countless hours trying to turn war into fun; dancing on a shield was one of those ways.

Aros spun in circles, speeding up the wobble until he popped the shield on its side and managed to balance himself atop the edge. The feat was extremely hard to do and harder to maintain.

A few in the crowd clapped while most watched in confusion. Aros back-flipped off the shield, sticking the landing. He grabbed the shield while it remained vertical and tossed it a few paces, applying a healthy backspin.

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