A Fool's Wrath.

One of them is going to die this day, the superior one, the one, that’s more skilled with the blade, yet both competitors are masters in their way of fighting.

They were called by the King and Duke of the land, two brothers, arrogant nobles who think nothing about the common people, they think only of them as amusement, nothing more.

They both walk into a large grey room, four sets of beams held up the ceiling. The only light that held was the light that gleamed from the pane windows.

A few things where in this room with them, two wooden chairs, and two wooden tables. Lade on these tables where swords of plenty, from longsword’s, sabers, rapiers and more.

The King and Duke sat in the seats speaking of the fun that today is going to be, they talk for a while before the King turns to the door saying, “open them for the games.”

Before they sat and started speaking two men in their early thirties, roughly the same height, chained by their hands and ankles pushed towards that room, with two guards each forcing them holding the prisoner's arms with one hand and with the other they held spears.

They both wore raggedy clothing with bare feet on the cold stone floor, their faces gaunt from malnourishment, both had long knotted hair with only one having a beard to match, the bearded fellow was a muskier build, while the other thin.

Getting pushed along they met at the door, both of them looked up not saying a single word yet they both gave a half-hearted smile for they knew what is to come.

The doors open and the two look in hearing the King’s words to come in, so they did as they were told and walked in the middle of the room, stopping and turning to the nobles.

One guard uncuffed both prisoners while the other three held their spears so they won’t escape, but the prisoners new this so they just stood there holding their wrists as they were in pain.

The King asks, “OK you two, give us your name and title.”

The prisoners look at one another, then looks back at the King, with a sigh he repeats himself pointing at the prisoner on his left, the man with the beard.

The man with the beard says, “the name is Barron Carver, and my title is The Devils Child.”

Next the King pointed at the person to his right with him repeating “name and title.”

The prisoner unable to speak looks down at the floor kneeling, writing out his name it spelled “Milo.”

The Duke then says, “and your title?”

Milo then starts writing again “lost son of the angels.”

Milo stands up looking at the nobles, as did Barron.

The King explained “you both are here for our amusement, as you know already you are now under our control and have to do what either of us say. So, what we ask of you both is to pick a weapon from the desks across from us then stand back in the centre of the room, is that understood?”

They both nod their head as the guards say “turn.”

So, they did and walked to the tables, one to each person. Looking at all these weapons in front of them they pick up a few swinging it around to have a feel for the weapon.

Meanwhile the guards held there spears out to them, in case they threaten the royals.

The Duke asks one of them “get five more guards.”

So, as they were choosing, as requested five guards with spears and heavy armour arrive in the room that stood in front of the royals.

Milo picks up a cutlass swing it from side to side, yet it didn’t feel right in his hand, then he puck up a claymore stepping back to swing it, but one guard poked the spear into his back he turns and shakes his head miming to say (I’m only stepping back to swing it.)

So, the guard stepped back, and he swung it downwards multiple times, but it wasn’t fully right, so he puck up a two-handed longsword swinging it back and forth.

Meanwhile Barron at the other table also picking up swords seeing if they felt right, but nothing did no claymore, rapier nor saber.

Until he got what now known as a hand and a half sword, he picks it up noticing immediately it was close to perfect as he could get.

He swings it around enough to make the guards nervous the two guards thrusted at him, but he easily evades both like it was nothing.

But before Barron could do anything the Duke says, “we need him for entertainment guards, or do you want to end up like them.”

The guards stop yet still hold their spears to them. With a smile they both choose a sword and both longswords at that, but the only difference is one was single handed while the other two.

They both walk to the centre of the room as instructed earlier before, as the guards followed, both turn to one another but face the King and Duke, they both gave a look and the Duke said “fight.”

But they just stood there doing nothing, Milo in a wrath stance while Barron stood in fools guard, moments pass of them not moving, until Milo changes stances slowly to roof guard, then to thrusting position lowering his body slightly, five minutes of this occurred when...

Barron narrows his eyes but before an actual move was made the Duke stood up shouting “come on, fight.”

Barron and Milo look at him dropping their guards turning to the duke as he tries to walk to the competitors but one of the guards hold his arm out stopping him from moving any further.

The Duke punches the guard but only hurts himself with the guard asking politely “please sit sir, I don’t want you to be injured in this bout.”

Reluctantly the Duke complies and sits to his seat saying, “make this bout, last longer than the last one.”

Barron and Milo turn back to each other, and Barron said smiling “shall we continue.”

They both smile and went back into stances Barron still in his fool stance while Milo crouches slightly holding his sword and thrusts it out not far enough to hit him or contact him in any way, just to see a reaction.

Barron raises his sword not hitting it as he knew what he was going to do, he smiles.

They both go back to guard’s position again. Barron not changing while Milo back in wrath, a stance that’s more comfortable to him, he again swings the sword, but this time around his head.

Missing Barron as he moved out of the way with him saying “come on you are deliberately making bad moves aren’t you.”

Milo smiles and nodding his head once, so, Milo steps back out of range of any thrust or slash, looking at the royals then to the ground giving a sigh of defeat.

Milo looks back then at Barron with him giving a nod to say (it’s alright.)

So, for the first time Barron walks to Milo swinging with Milo defending and a clash of masters ensues with both slashing, prying, thrusting yet nothing hitting.

All the royals could hear was the clanking of the swords and the back-and-forth pitter patter of their feet, the attacks too quick for them to see but for a trained eye like the guards they, they could see all of the attacks.

The fighting stopped in a bind, which Milo jumped back to safety, Barron again narrows his eyes but this time in confusion.

Milo smiles as Barron touches his face noticing a slight scratch on his cheek above his beard. They both go at it again nearly like a reversed dance clashing and slashing up and down the hall as one moved forward the other stepped back.

Milo with his timid way of fighting poked and prodded, while Barron slashed and bashed.

They continue to a beam and as Milo swings diagonally. Barron ducks under the swing just in time and he lodges the sword in the beam.

Barron swings with the pommel of his sword down on his cranium knocking Milo out. He turns to the royals with them saying “oh did we not mention, it’s to the death.”

“You're sick!” Barron shouts

The king smiles “maybe so, but you're the people in chains.”

With them arguing, Milo stands up in a daze grabbing his sword, unlodging it, he swings it down now at Barron rapidly, with him just noticing in time, rolling out of the way.

Barron now on the back foot with Milo yet again changed his fighting style now it being more furious and untamed, unlike the timid way he fought earlier before, it was like something changed like a berserker in an untampered rage.

Each time he swung he took a step closer to Barron, with Barron taking a step back in fear, deflecting as best he could.

Milo though with wide swings left himself open, so Barron took advantage slashing his chest, arms and legs, yet nothing worked, he still walked forward swinging.

His thin frame now covered in gashes with blood pouring out from each one, but even with that Milo pressed on faster and faster.

Milo thrusted, poking Barron's shoulder that he wasn't using, he looks at the wound with the two swords now in a bind.

Barron thinking quickly tries to reason with Milo “listen to me, I'm not your enemy, they are, those people over there. those people put us in this situation, so what I would recommend is for us to attack them.”

Milo angrily looks at the royals then steps back unbinding the swords, he then looks back at Barron then stops calming his rage towards him. He then turns to the royals panting heavily.

The guards hold the spears unamused with even the thought of it, he breathed slowly calming himself looking straight into the king's eyes.

He raises his hand and starts to roar, but before he could do anything, all you could hear in the room was gurgling bouncing of the walls.

The sword of Barron drenched in the blood of Milo, it being pierced through his throat, with that done he pulls the sword out swinging it to wipe away the blood.

Even still that didn't put him down, his anger reignited towards Barron. so, he turns around swinging cutting through Barron's face not enough to kill him but large enough to leave a lasting scar, one that went straight from his chin to the right of his forehead, crossing his eye and out the top of his head.

Barron falls to the ground and with that done, Milo's body in severe decline turns and runs at the guards, but he didn't get far, he falls directly at the guard's feet gargling on his own blood.

The King and Duke excited and slightly scared get up of their chairs as Milo runs at them.

Barron slowly stands up. Only with one eye now and limps back to the middle of the room, with a what could be seen as a smile.

He says while he gets to the middle “now the angel falls from grace.”

The royals smiling now with the fear now gone, they get up smiling sinisterly saying nothing, so they get up and just simply walk out, with three of the guards following spears pointing at Barron.

Barron confused just stands there clinging onto his sword. They just simply walk to the door saying to the guards “deal with him.”

The door closes as the royals walk free, as for Barron well...