FRANCIS ESTTEMORT'S POINT OF VIEW
We were getting ready for the duel, me wearing my old chain mail and putting some twisted metal plates over my shoulders and elbows, and putting on the old helmet I used to wear, when I saw Henry putting on his helmet and forgetting to tie the rope under his chin, I was a little worried, I looked at him for a second and said a little tired of his repetitive mania:
"Henry, you forgot again," I said to him, pointing at my friend's chin, "you always forget to tie that damn rope, it will still make you lose your mind, lady."
He looked at me with a quick look and put his hand on his chin, realizing that I was really right, he lowered his hand again and said:
"What's the matter? You're not even going to touch my head in any way," he said, sticking out his tongue. For God! How childish could he be? This thought was common while living with Henry, he was the most immature person I knew, but it was these attitudes that made life a little more fun.
I turned around with a singing smile and said:
"I don't like hitting women, but I'm going to have to hit you so you can show some respect" My tone of mockery was more than evident, but he was a little irritated, and that was what I wanted. It is simply impossible for me to defeat him in my current state, he is infinitely faster, smarter, more agile and is less tired than I am, besides having spent a few more years training with the master before I even met them.
I drew my sword with my left hand and prepared my gauntlet to the right. It's time.
HENRY DEATHEART'S POINT OF VIEW
My hands were shaking a little with excitement, Francis and I hadn't fought in months, he was always stronger than me, in brute strength he won a lot, but unlike him I was incredibly difficult to get tired, I could run miles without losing my my breath and my senses beyond my sight and my quick processing of the things around me made me just like him, but obviously an archer would not be able to face a warrior, much less with someone of great strength like Francis who was ambidextrous and had great mastery with the sword, so I developed a way to fight him, specifically against him, I knew his weakness, but he also knew mine, and that irritated me a little. So I learned to beat him until I was tired, my face-to-face battle technique was horrible I have to admit, although I practiced the double dagger technique that I learned from old Gustav for years, it was still crap in this type of fight, but with my speed combined with my ability to predict movement, I was unbeatable.
I smiled and shook my head, he waved back. The duel had begun.
I launched myself quickly in a jump turning my axis to the left side, in a second the ten meters were gone, I was well below Francis who already had his sword raised to deliver a deadly blow, that's when I used it the impulse I got in the first jump when I stepped with my right foot, throwing myself up in a split second while his eyes tried to follow me, I pushed my body down with all my strength, letting gravity increase the strength of mine blow, I hit his neck with his elbow when he fell, falling to the ground just behind him, I saw how Francis tried to compose himself and put himself back on his feet, he had fallen on his knees using his right leg to support himself so he wouldn't fall face down the greenish grass at our feet.
He surprised me when he was still on his knees, he twisted his torso to the left, giving me a stroke of his sword on the metal plate in my ribs, sparks sounded, the sound of metal scraping on metal was like a thin hiss, it was then I felt the absurd pressure of his blow, it was what I wanted to avoid, my body was thrown five meters away while rolling two or three more times, I felt a strong pain radiating from my ribs where I received the blow with all that force in full. My conscience faltered for a fraction of a second, it was enough for Francis to land on me with his fist sawed with enormous force and about to hit me with a blow that would surely knock me out if he did.
FRANCIS ESTTEMORT'S POINT OF VIEW
That would be the blow of my victory, his look of surprise made me smile a little when my fist approached him, but as if making a decision, Henry launched himself towards my fist, sliding his open palm over mine forearm, he used the gravitational force to launch my punch towards the ground in a millisecond, my fist hit the ground destroying the grass below it and making me more tired, adding that amount of force with each blow exhausted me infinitely more times than throw a normal punch, under the chainmail I could feel the sweat coming down, and the sweat entered my eyes leaving me with a crazy desire to blink, but if I blinked for a miserable second it would be the end of me, Henry then used the still open palm of his hand to launch an attack on my chin, throwing me backwards, using that momentum that I got up and using his single second of distraction to rotate my body holding my sword with both hands, I used the twist to bend my strength and hit him, as hard as I could In his helmet, the sparks flew madly with the sound of metal scraping metal and sliding over the smooth surface of the helmet, the sound of the heavy and clumsy blow was shrill and high-pitched, so the helmet was removed from Henry's head and thrown from about 15 meters away, Henry fell to the ground, while his conscience faltered, I widened my eyes in pure amazement and screamed in anger:
"IDIOT! DON'T YOU DRUG THE ROPE ON YOUR CHIN! DO YOU WANT TO BE DECAPTED?" The sword in my hand fell when I released it, jumping towards my friend, offering my hand to him while holding him in desperate arms. He opened his eyes ...
In a split second Henry rose from the fall, throwing me backwards, pinning me to the ground with a dagger against my unarmed neck, gave me a look of sarcasm and joy that was still a little dizzy and said to me smiling:
"i win!" he spat as I frowned in question "this is 1439 wins against your 1398 wins!"
I looked with total disgust when I said:
"...Son of a bitch..."