Chapter 195: Dickless...Dakalas!

"You're just going to give them to him and let him go? You didn't even give him your magic! How do you know he even heard what you said?" Cable complained as we all walked down the road, handing out meat as we went. 

All of us had armfuls of meat from the shop. It was just going to go bad if we left it, and no matter how hungry we were, we could never finish it all. So the next best thing we could do was hand it out, and the people were more than grateful, and at the same time, my name was spread among the people. 

I kept an eye out for an alchemist or a potion shop, but they seemed to be in short supply. Then, after handing out all the meats, and the baby spinners, I asked Trem to take us up top. The crowd was sad to see us go, but I said I would be back in a couple days and I wanted tours of the shops, and everyone cheered.

We disappeared from their views and in four quick movements up one of the trees, then we stood on the white stone that we had been staring up at. Looking around made me feel like I had just shrunk half a meter, and I was a kid again. Even the people, giant's and tinkers were far taller than any of us, and we were starting to get menacing looks from people passing by.

"Wow, looks like we stumbled into the wrong part of town. East Sides stepping on the West's turf, Bwahaha!" Cable laughed, but that was the tipping point. 

Suddenly, we were surrounded by very large and angry people. There were a lot of boo's and short jokes, but the largest of the crowd was the one to step up and cast a shadow over our group. The man was a giant with only red shorts on, and he was a big boy. I had to assume that he was using some kind of buffing magic, but I wasn't going to take his magic, or give him mine. 

"What are you little people doing up here? Don't you know?" The mountain of a man asked me in a dull tone.

"Yeah, Yeah, you big, I small, but does that mean you're stronger than me?" I asked, stepping out of my group.

A loud collective 'ooo' came from the crowd and my group, and then the crowd started to chant.

"Challenge! Challenge! Challenge!"

The mountain looked down at me and bellowed a loud and thunderous crash of laughter out loud. I had to put my hands over my ears to stop some of the sounds, it was loud enough to make your ears bleed! The oversized Thurman finally stopped laughing, and then looked down at me again, but this time with a more serious expression than I had seen on him. Maybe he wasn't as stupid as he let on to be, I would have to watch him.

"Fine, we shall test your metal at the Boulders of Strength! I am Dikalas, the mightiest of all Tri-Island!" 

"Oh, you're something Dickless. Alright, lead on Oh Great Unic The Peckerless!"

"I will end you! When you lose, You die! Stupid little man!" Dikalas roared before turning and stomping off to the center of the platform.

I didn't want to have to hurt the big dumb dumb, so I left him alone, for now, and we followed him through the floating city that had a massive stone building over thirty meters tall. For a platform that was already floating that high over the lower city, it was pretty impressive. 

We finally got to the center of the city, which took about thirty minutes of jogging/running for us trying to keep up. Dikalas was taking long strides, and the crowd behind him was coming up fast, so we had to keep up or get trampled by giants and yeti. 

The center of the area was wide open and had ten square stones ranging from three meters all the way to the monstrous fifteen-meter square block. The thing was the size of a five-story apartment block, hard to believe that they got something that big up here. I looked over at Dikalas and he was grinning like a fool because he was one, child's play.

"So, little man! You have to flip each block! I have got to the seven one! I will show you!" Dikalas Proclaimed as he flipped the first block with ease, grabbing it by a single handle.

I watched him do it and there was a chain that came up with the block, attached to the bottom corner. There was also a massive long hinge that was carved into the bottom of the front of the rock. I looked at all the rocks were the same, cool.

"Sure, I think I understand how it works! So you start at this end, and I start at the other end, right?" I asked, walking over to the stone apartment block. 

The handle was as thick as my wrist and it was near the ground, about a third of a meter up. It was welded to a massive steel angle-iron three meters tall and eight wide, carved into the stone, cupping it. Standing in front of it, I was David to Goliath, the man versus the mountain.

Breth, Buddy, Cable, and now to my surprise, Mesh, Marly, and Wendy were here cheering. Now I was fired up, and I was going to start off slow, but now my woman was here!

There was a big chalk bag on the back of the previous rock, that doubled for a dust cloud for the crowd, but I used it to dust my hands. I snapped all three gates open as I squatted, but the ground didn't crack. It was holding these rocks, so it had to be strong.

I lifted, pushing with all I was worth, and I was barely budging it, but I wasn't beat. I dug deep into my third gate and pulled every scrap of power available to me, and pushed maximum effort.

It started to lift and I pressed my legs down, forcing my arms to go up. You could hear a pinned drop in the Boulders of Strength plaza as I brought the handle up to chest height. Now was the hard part, I had to flip my grip and get under the handle. I adjusted my feet, and got ready, muscles strained to the very max already, power well at maximum output.

I went for it, and something snapped.