"I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!!!" I yell as I jump toward him, holding tightly on my sword, ready to cut him down.
Wanna know how I got here? Well, it all started with my death.
There were only three people left on the battlefield, Me, Myself, and I, that's what i thought until i saw a squad coming towards me, swords and axes in hand, three of them marching, on driving a carriage, and the last one, siting inside the carriage, i could tell it was my king and his men, he brought them there to kill me, the king has showed strong emotions of hate towards me, not like i didn't do the same thing, but i had a reason, this man made sure the rich got richer, and the poor stayed as poor, or even poorer. "Why would you care? You are his knight." You may think, but i wasn't a knight at the start, i worked my way through to the top, i had to fight in the streets since i was 14, it took me years of pain, and many lost comrades to become a knight.
I sigh one last time, if i manage to win this one too, i'll be able to make sure no one ends up going through the same things as me. I grab my sword as thightly as i can, ready for a final battle.
– Donn, my comrade! The king says as he jumps out of the carriage and runs towards me, thinking i won't be able to see the dagger he has in his sleeve.
The king is about 1.5 metres away from me, opens his arms, to hug me, but i can see him sliding out the dagger from this sleeve, i slash at it, throwing it out of his hand.
– Damn, you should've just died. Said the king while backing away.
– Do you really think you can fight all of us? Donn?
– I am Donn, the man without a name, nicknamed Donn, "the bringer of death" by his enemies. I am ally to good, death to you.
I raise my sword to a into a short guard.
I lean forward, until my body is at a 45⁰ angle, then push back the ground with my lead foot, and start a dash, in less than half a second i reach the short, stubby man who stood in front of me, his eyes were the only part of his body that could keep up with me, the look on his face was not one of a man fearing for his life, but a confused, dumbfounded man.
I swing my sword up, towards his neck. He realises that I am going for the neck, and lifts up his sword as fast as he can. His sword is practically stuck to his face, protecting his neck. Everyone hears a loud "BAM!", he is on the ground, tryna get up, i lunge with my sword and stab him in the side. Another one of them goes slashing at my head, thankfully i duck, drop my back to the ground, push myself with my hands and kick him back. As i get, I grab my sword out of the dead one, then i go to attack the second guy, a rapier digs in my shoulder, but that's not enough, i kill the guy and his mate's rapier is still stuck in my shoulder. Two are dead, three are still up, a dude with a spear lunges at me, trying to stab me in thr chest, i push through and close the range, headbutt the rapier guy, and then turn back, i see the side of the spear's head closing in, i manage to block with my sword, but I'm on the ground, the rapier is still stuck in my arm, i throw my sword at him as fast as i can, the hilt hits his face and knocks him out. I get back up, look towards the king, but he doesn't attack, neither does the giant with the axe. Are they looking at me? Nah, that ain't it, they're looking behind me.
– Donnie. Why are you always trying to make work harder for us?
I can't help, but, think to myself "Not this guy again..."
– My name is Donn, not Donnie, and i told you multiple times, being the king's boy toy isn't work.
A vein pops up on his forehead, his bright blue eyes glare at me like i killed his puppy.
– Call me that again, I dare you!
Belial says as he unsheathes his sword.
In response, I rip out the rapier from of my shoulder, and hold it in my left hand.
– Are you really gonna fight me with a rapier, which you have almost no experience using, while holding it in your non dominant hand? Don't make me laugh.
I don't answear, i don't throw back a witty remark, i couldn't risk myself and let him ready himself for the fight, i lunge at him with the rapier headed straight to his chest, he, in response, swings his sword at my hand, i let go of the rapier and twist my body to the left, my right foot is planted in the ground, and my left foot is heading for his right hand, bam, both our swords are on the ground. He reaches for his sword, but i hit him with and overhand.
– Really? I'll fist fight you if that's what you want!
His fist hits my side, then another hit to my jaw, I am dizzy, but i can't let him win, i get right back in the fight, and we exchange hits. It's been minutes, he's still going, i don't think i can go for longer, my vision is blurry, i am tired, and hungry, i haven't slept for a whole day, and i've been bleeding out from all the fights. He, on the other hand, just got out of bed, ate, and marched here to kill me.
Another minute goes by, and no one interfered. This fuck that has been calling himself a king, is enjoying the performance.
– I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL KILL HIM!!!
I blurt out without thinking. Belial shows a smile, which i quickly get rid of, with a right cross.
"Where is this going? Even if i do beat Belial, it's not like i could fight any longer, best case scenario, i make everyone run away, and i crawl back to the slums, and hide there until i get back in shape, but that will be almost Impossible, the king will just out me as an outlaw, and put a bounty on my head, i'll get jumped and possibly killed." Put of the blue, an idea shows itself to me. "I'll go stay with aunt Cassandra, she'll let me crash at her house until i get back in shape."