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I stared at the man across from me. My chest ached from where his sword sliced through the poor protection of my leather armor. He stood there, ignoring the few wounds I gave him, watching me carefully. I have to say I had thought we were even. But as the fight progressed, I knew he was stronger.
I slowly circled around him, preparing to attack. He mimicked my motions carefully, showing no emotion, no hint of being tired. Damn him. This fight has been going on for so long I don't even remember what we were fighting over.
I let out a yell, lunging for him. He blocked my blood-red sword with his silver one, a black head of a dragon on the hilt. We tested each other's strength, the blades grinding against each other. I felt my muscles bulge in response to his strength overpowering me. I quickly spun to the side, breaking the contest, then swung at him. He barely dodged, his cloak getting ripped by my sword.
We traded blows, neither of us backing down. I hoped with all my heart he would, just out of exhaustion. I didn't know if he'd attack me, even if I surrendered. He looked like the kind of guy who would never stop.
I yelled out as pain laced through my leg. He stepped back as a fell to the floor, clutching my bleeding thigh. I groaned, pressing against the wound, applying pressure. I glared up at him, daring him to finish me off.
He stood there, looking down at me, still with no emotion. I've never fought anything like him before. Maybe he wasn't even human. His ears were pointed, his eyes red. Was he a demon then? I slowly picked up my sword, and tried standing. I yelled and fell back to my knees. I pressed the wound again, my hands covered in blood.
"Well?! You just gonna stand there?!" I spat at him. He just watched me, not saying anything. "You won! So finish me off!"
"I had no quarrel with you. I am sworn to protect my King and his family," he murmured.
"What that shit in the red coat was a Prince?! Could have fooled me!" Was that disappointment I saw in his face?
"Yes, Prince Kjhaag can be… hard to deal with, but attacking him was-"
"Did you hear what he said?! That I'll never amount to him because I have a freak for a father?! Helloooo, at least I don't smell like a f***ing girl! He's just-"
"I understand. But you attacked him because of mere words. And it is my duty-"
"What he can't defend himself?!" I groaned, the pain in my leg feeding my anger.
"He is a Prince, not trained in-"
"What do you think I am?! I'm a Prince! And the damn general! And he thinks he's better than me?! What can he do?!" He opened his mouth to speak. "Nothing!" I yelled. "Absolutely nothing!" I yelled, tying the ripped fabric from his cloak around my leg.
"I will leave you here with a warning. Do not attack him again." He turned and walked away, leaving me on the ground with a f***ed up leg and an unquenched thirst for blood.

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I stared at the man across from me. My chest ached from where his sword sliced through the poor protection of my leather armor. He stood there, ignoring the few wounds I gave him, watching me carefully. I have to say I had thought we were even. But as the fight progressed, I knew he was stronger.
I slowly circled around him, preparing to attack. He mimicked my motions carefully, showing no emotion, no hint of being tired. Damn him. This fight has been going on for so long I don't even remember what we were fighting over.
I let out a yell, lunging for him. He blocked my blood-red sword with his silver one, a black head of a dragon on the hilt. We tested each other's strength, the blades grinding against each other. I felt my muscles bulge in response to his strength overpowering me. I quickly spun to the side, breaking the contest, then swung at him. He barely dodged, his cloak getting ripped by my sword.
We traded blows, neither of us backing down. I hoped with all my heart he would, just out of exhaustion. I didn't know if he'd attack me, even if I surrendered. He looked like the kind of guy who would never stop.
I yelled out as pain laced through my leg. He stepped back as a fell to the floor, clutching my bleeding thigh. I groaned, pressing against the wound, applying pressure. I glared up at him, daring him to finish me off.
He stood there, looking down at me, still with no emotion. I've never fought anything like him before. Maybe he wasn't even human. His ears were pointed, his eyes red. Was he a demon then? I slowly picked up my sword, and tried standing. I yelled and fell back to my knees. I pressed the wound again, my hands covered in blood.
"Well?! You just gonna stand there?!" I spat at him. He just watched me, not saying anything. "You won! So finish me off!"
"I had no quarrel with you. I am sworn to protect my King and his family," he murmured.
"What that shit in the red coat was a Prince?! Could have fooled me!" Was that disappointment I saw in his face?
"Yes, Prince Kjhaag can be… hard to deal with, but attacking him was-"
"Did you hear what he said?! That I'll never amount to him because I have a freak for a father?! Helloooo, at least I don't smell like a f***ing girl! He's just-"
"I understand. But you attacked him because of mere words. And it is my duty-"
"What he can't defend himself?!" I groaned, the pain in my leg feeding my anger.
"He is a Prince, not trained in-"
"What do you think I am?! I'm a Prince! And the damn general! And he thinks he's better than me?! What can he do?!" He opened his mouth to speak. "Nothing!" I yelled. "Absolutely nothing!" I yelled, tying the ripped fabric from his cloak around my leg.
"I will leave you here with a warning. Do not attack him again." He turned and walked away, leaving me on the ground with a f***ed up leg and an unquenched thirst for blood.