The sky was a pale shade of harbor grey as the barren streets appeared to be very bleak. Lemar stood by a small, old well which was made from crumbling, lava grey bricks. He held his four foot long sword in his hands, observing the shiny steel and fancy engravings on the blade, while an older man stood by him. The older man, who was wearing a black and white suit with plaid pants, had a long, shiny, black cane with a curved neck. The grey haired man had large, dark bags under his eyes, which contrasted against his pale ivory skin. The man placed his white gloved hand over his mouth as he yawned and pulled out a pocket watch to check the time.
The boy turned to face the older man, "How long has it been since we got here, Helmer?" Asked Lemar, sounding a bit impatient.
"Nearly half an hour, Sir Norswer." Responded the older man.
"What on Gaia's green earth is taking that general so bloody long?!" Said Lemar as he stomped his foot.
"He's a very well experienced man, Sir Norswer," began the advisor, "He needs time to prepare for things like this."
"Why does he need that much time if he's so well experienced?"
"From what I've noticed in these kinds of situations, half an hour to get ready isn't a very long amount of time. Usually, even the most well trained fighters will take up to two hours to prepare." Informed Helmer.
Lemar sighed as he rolled his eyes before turning away from the older man. He then looked down at his bag, *I hope he accepts my little gift. Things will definitely be easier if he does.*
He then heard a sound, causing him to look forward. In the distance, he saw four people walking towards him. Radulo, Jero, Spahrin, and Mairey.
Mairey was wearing a knee length, plaid, baby blue dress with white stockings and black flats. Saphrin wore a denim blue vest with a white button down shirt underneath and a pair of matching blue trousers with black loafer shoes. Jero was wearing a plaid, Sacramento green blazer with a white button down shirt underneath and a pair of buff beige trousers with black loafer shoes. Radulo wore a bright apple red, long sleeve vest which contained lots of shiny buttons on the front and a deep neckline, revealing the ruffles of the white shirt he had on underneath. His pants were jet black and matched his pointed flats.
"Finally, you're here!" Exclaimed the boy, "What took you so long?"
"We had to take a detour in order to pick up dear Mairey here." Radulo motioned to the elvish woman, "The woman took such a long time deciding what to wear." He spoke in a joking manner, causing Mairey to chuckle.
"What?! Why the hell is that vile witch here? This is just between us two, General DiMero! Neither her nor Moria have any business here. This is only for us men to deal with." Whined Lemar.
"Moria is my niece and the woman that we are going to be dueling over," began the general, "Since this entire fight that you challenged me to is about her, my niece deserves to see this for herself. As for my dear elvish friend, Mairey is acting as our witness. I see you brought a legal witness to make this duel more legitimate."
"Yes, I have," said the boy, "So that once I win, Moria will have no choice but to marry me."
"And you don't see any issues with what you have just stated?" Asked Radulo, raising an eyebrow.
"Since you agreed to this duel, Moria has agreed to this by proxy. Therefore, she is legally obliged to be mine once I win!" Explained Lemar.
"That doesn't sound insane at all." Said Mairey, sarcastically.
"I know, right?" Said Saphrin.
"You mean, if you win, right?" Said Radulo.
"Oh, of course!" Lemar smirked, "That's what I meant to say."
Once the general was close enough, Lemar's legal advisor, Mairey, Saphrin, and Jero all went off to the sides. They all sat down at a nearby table to watch the duel.
"Hello there!" Jero greeted Helmer with a smile and stuck out his hand, "I'm Jero Wischtara, Moria's father."
"Hello, Mr. Wischtara," Helmer greeted him back with a smile as he shook the man's hand, "I'm Helmer Tilme, the legal advisor of the Norswer family." The two of them let go of each other's hands a second later.
"So do you think Lemar is going to win?" Asked Jero.
The older man shook his head, "I highly doubt it. I mean, your brother in law is very well experienced while Sir Norswer isn't. I hope Sir Norswer survives though."
"Don't worry, Helmer," said Jero, in an assuring tone, "Radulo doesn't want to hurt the boy. He just wants to teach him a lesson and make sure that Lemar leaves my daughter alone."
"Well I sure hope he learns that one," Helmer leaned in a bit, "Don't tell anyone I said this but his father has spoiled him so much, that Sir Norswer now believes that he can do whatever he wants with little to no consequences. That's why I'm really hoping that General DiMero can teach him a valuable lesson about that."
"Ready?" Asked Lemar as he held up his sword and got into his fighting stance.
"Ready!" Said Radulo as he did the same.
Lemar turned to his advisor, who was sitting a few yards away from them, "Hey! Are you paying attention?"
Helmer looked over at the boy and nodded, "Yes, Sir Norswer! I am!"
"Good! Start the countdown!" Demanded the boy.
The older man sighed, "Ready? Three … Two …" He took a deep breath, "One! Begin!"
Lemar ran towards the general while yelling, "This is for my love!" He then swung his sword at the man but Radulo quickly blocked with his blade, causing a few sparks to fly. Radulo pulled his sword away for a moment before swinging at the boy, so hard that he almost knocked the great sword from Lemar's hands. The boy was pushed back by a few feet before he lifted his weapon up into the air and attempted to slam it down onto the general. Radulo blocked his hit again with his blade and pushed the boy away again.
"This is pathetic," said Mairey, sounding very annoyed, "That boy is never going to win. He really should just give up before he gets hurt."
"Agreed!" Said Saphrin.
"Oh, most definitely!" Said Helmer.
Jero sat there in silence as he paid close attention to the duel. Everyone says that Radulo is going to win, but I have a really bad feeling that we'll have a completely different outcome.
After a few minutes of clashing their blades against one another, the boy finally fell to the ground. Radulo took a step towards him and pointed his blade at the boy.
"Do you surrender, Lemar?" Asked the general.
The boy looked down for a moment as he thought about his options.
There's nothing else I can do, realized Lemar, feeling very embarrassed, Surrendering and admitting defeat is my only choice now.
He looked up at the man and nodded, "Yes, General DiMero! I surrender!"