*6 months later*
I stumble back gasping for air. She's gotten better. Much much better since a year ago. We clash again sending spells every which way.
"Geez Witcher you've improved very much!" I laugh sending a flaming ball in her direction. She swipes her hand left, and the fire ball smashes into the thick metal wall of the training room. She could fight ten of the best swords men in the kingdom one handed without her staff now. She had learned to use magic without it. She swirls the staff in huge circles, it turns into a thick metal sword, grey steel and a black handle with rubies inlaid. She had become meldove's soul protector. Everything she had was in deep shades of black and red.
I smash towards her, summoning my own sword, she Flicks it away with her pointer finger, shoving me over. She looks over me with her sword inches from my neck. I laugh.
"Well damn you've gotten good. I mean Esmerelda a year ago you couldn't cast a spell without you staff!" I say grinning as I stand, brushing the dust from my uniform. She laughs.
"Yes I suppose I have." The laugh has no emotion, she is a true Witcher now.
"Are you going to the banquet tomorrow? King tyre invited you specifically!" I say.
"I don't know James. I might." She says. We hear footsteps and I pray that the people coming didn't here us call each other by our names.
Suddenly prince Damien and his friend prince Draco walk into the room. I fell anger flood through her.
They smile going to the right of the training room. They sit on one of the large metal benches. I drop the sword and let it disappear into thin air. I walk over to the princes, Bowing in front of them.
"Your majesties, how can we assist you." I ask standing from my bow. Prince Damien isn't look at me, he looks at Esmerelda with weary eyes. If I weren't mistaken I'd say he was in pain.
"We came to watch. We even brought some swordsmen if you'd like to try to impress us." Prince Draco says with a smile. I laugh out loud.
"You must allow me to join you. Witcher is quite good now, and it would be more fun to watch her." I say with a grin, climbing into the stands. Prince Draco nods he calls out and at least twenty men fill the training room.
"I brought too many just in case they were injured."
Prince Draco says.
"These are my best men."
I smile knowingly.
"Believe me your majesty this may not even be enough." I say with a laugh.
The men take their position around her, and once she gives them the all clear, they attack. Prince Damien stiffens and he watches them run towards her with swords drawn. She teleports, several guards smack into each other. She laughs, teleporting behind one and using the wave of a hand to send him smashing into a wall. She removes her thick black cloak and tosses it aside. She is in a tightly laced black shirt, with a tight black skirt. And of course her staff. A sword catches her shirt, ripping the side.
"God dammit that was my favorite shirt." She snarls smashing the man with a flaming mass of rock. Another one tears the front of her shirt, showing off cleavage, she smashes him into another wall, back flipping over two more only to tie their legs down with ivy, and send a flush of water over them, the last ten are forming around her. She crushes two under a rock, using her electricity to shock two more. She takes her staff and stabs it into the ground, with much effort she screams, the ground cracks beneath them and three demons come from the dark realm, snatching up the guards and hurling them into the air. She walks over to me with a grin. Not even a bead of sweat on her forehead from all that effort. The fight last less than ten minutes. Draco and Damien are in shock.
"Don't worry they'll live. None are in fatal condition." She says to Draco. Ignoring Damien. She snaps her fingers and a new shirt an dress appear on her. Damien growls.
"I'd like to fight you." He says. He stands drawing his sword. She grins, she told me about what she used to feel for him. It hurt me to think she gave up simply so she wouldn't feel weak.
She laughs spawning a sword. They clash metal grunting occasionally with effort. She has a smile on her face as she fights him back with her sword. He lasts much longer than the other men. Using technique and dodging to evade and attack. I watch as he stares into her eyes, deflecting every move as he watches her. I wish she would tell him she still loved him.She closes her eyes for a second, and two snakes crawl out of her sleeve. He chokes jumping back. The prince hated snakes. She cackles swiping her hand left, the swords jerks form his hand and smashes into the wall.
"Now I suppose you have to tell your girlfriend you lost to a girl." She says. I can feel the putrid demon trying to escape.
His eyes grow weary and he looks hurt.
"She is not my girlfriend. My father merely wants her to be." He says looking her straight in the eyes. She laughs
"Ok sure." She says laughing at his face. Two guards smash her against the wall.
"You will treat his highness with respect!" One yells. She only laughs.
"Go ahead kill me. He can eat shit"she growls.They shove her to the ground. I gasp.
"No please!" I yell.
Damien stands there, looking terribly hurt. She stares him dead in the eye. One guard draws his sword.
"Damien." She whispers as the sword clashes down. He realizes they are about to kill her, Quickly he jumps over her, bracing the sword with his hands. Deeps gashes slice both palms as he grunts shoving the sword away from her. She stands quickly shrugging the guards off as she uses her powers to stream water over the cut, then spawn a towel and bandages. She carefully dries the gashes then begins to wrap them.
"That hurts damnit." Damien snarls jerking his hand a back.
"If you didn't move and complain so much maybe it wouldn't." She hisses. He smacks his hands back into hers with a frustrated huff. He turns to his guards.
"Don't ever attempt an execution without my permission again. He growls. They nod, terrified.
"Get out." Damien growls."DAMNIT WOMAN." He snaps ripping his hands away again.
"Hush. If you would stop moving I'd be done by now." She mumbles.
"If I hadn't stopped that sword you wouldn't be here."
"I didn't ask you to stop it." She retorts.
"So what I was supposed to do let you die?" He asks. He doesn't show it but this hurts him.
"Yes. I disrespected a prince. Therefore I should be dead."
"You are more to me then a mear citizen Witcher." I look around to see Dracos reaction when I realize he's gone, loading his men back up and riding away. Why did he leave so soon?
"No I'm not. Your just biased. I could care less if I die. I haven't got an emotion." She says blankly.
He snarls tearing his hands away. He unwraps them tossing the bandages on the ground, blood flows out of his hands. He walks out of the arena angry and hurt. I turn to her.
"You know he cares about you. Why rub it in?" I ask.
She shrugs.
"I have to go get ready. I'll see you later." She mumbles disappearing.