Ryan did not turn his head, nor did he close his eyes he watches as time slowed for him. The scent of the blade became heavier as he was expecting to go back to his family in a body bag. That was until the unthinkable happened.
As the black blade came down from the corner of Ryan's vision the view of a single white feather. It fluttered in front of the blade as the long black sword stopped in its tracks then that the light finale gave it dept taking form to reveal it was only an etching on a thin blade. Unlike the long sword that had almost eviscerated me it had a silver luster to it as if an angel had dropped it from heaven. I followed from where the two blades had met to see who stopped me from being publicly executed. The person in question was rather short in appearance. In all the man looked common having black hair and broad shoulders his eyes were also blue. As for his wear, it almost looks like a knock-off of the girl but there was no plate armor only heavy cloth everywhere except the head.
The man was bold in mind and face it almost seemed that he demanded the respect that he was due, I was not the only one that seemed to notice this. A group of everyone that was around him slowly formed a circle around the man, myself, and the woman. A commotion began to race around the crowd as the name duck and swan was tossed around with subtlety. Only the crowd talked and just a sudden they were silenced once more by the movement of blade crying out to one another in a scraping of steel followed by the horrific screech of their clash.
As the blades clacked and clanged against each other continued to scrabble until getting a foothold with his right leg. One at a time just like on ice, Ryan got to his feet trying not to slip in the mud below as the two in front of him continued to parlay blow for blow. Even for a novice, it was clear who the winner would be even before the girl began to slow down. As her swings of the sword began to slow the man sped up with his flurry of attacks one after the other, they hit her. Then with one final clash, the black charcoal-long sword went flying through the air. As the blade flew no one made an attempted to move no one but me as the blade was hurling to my general direction as I simply turned my body to my right side as the blade hit with a thunk. After the blade had landed next to me I turned my attention back to the man that had saved my life and the girl that had only two minutes ago had tried but failed to end it.
A stillness claimed the air not only around me but the crowd however only briefly as the man inhaled then what seemed to be yelling German at the girl. Even if I could not understand it even, I could tell that it was filled with an untellable. "Von all den Dingen, die Sie hätten tun können, während ich ging, um uns Essen zu bekommen, haben Sie versucht, einen anderen Konkurrenten zu töten." (special translation: Out of all the things that you could have done while I went to get us food, you tried to kill another competitor.). In the same fashion as the man the girl answered back in perfect German all be it in a rather arrogant tone. "warum sollte ich nicht von dem, was ich gesehen habe, gibt es nur schwache Schreiber in diesem Land, sie haben keine Stander, die die Prüfung ablegen können.."
(why shouldn't I from what I have seen there are only feeble scribes in this country, they have no standers of who can take the exam.)
After the words in German left the girl's mouth his anger seemed to reach a high point. However, instead of the screams in German that was expected from a rage-filled man, broken soft English came out in its place that air carried to the rest of the crowd. The soft voice of the brother was not commanding or overbearing but just what it should have been an older brother talking to his sister. "you have grown so much sister, but you are still naïve there is still so much you need to learn about this country, you may not see it now but these people are strong.". he paused waiting then continued "I brought you here to see that as I did in the world exchange.". The temperance that had strangled the air moment ago was gone but the speech that was given finally made the memories in the back of my head click. I knew who these two were nothing less than prodigies in their own rights.
As Ryan was able to slowly pull together his memories the older brother walked over to his now stunned little sister. In the same calming voice just in a much lower tone to keep the conversation between just them, he spoke " sister you should apologize or it will not only bring shame to you but our family, skill, and the names of our families heirlooms ". The girls' eyes were glazed over as she looked at her brother and answered, "okay brother for the family." however, by the time that the brother looked back for Ryan he had long since left. Even if they decided to look for Ryan the odds of him being found were slowly getting worse as the crowd became denser by the minute as the news of the fight spread like wildfire.
The calling of Ryan's name had slowly stopped being called as they were just about to move on to the next name out of but called out his name one last time due to the massive amount of commotion. The commotion in short seemingly had dominated the area around the gate "Last call Ryan libics". In almost a comedic way the large crowd spat out me out in front of the man that was calling me. "here" in honesty I was in shape to mean with the mounting of paperwork that I had to do. The old staff worker was an old man that had an overall scrawny type of build but that was all I could as about the man as everything else really did not stand out much. The only other that stood out of the crowd was his age beside that type of body he had grey hair everywhere he looked almost homeless in a way. That was of little consequence, all the man had to do was to get you height and weight for a coffin if one was ordered if you died. In a poor grim tone, the man asked his questions "height and weight please" I answered almost immediately. "5'11 and 210 pounds," the man wrote it all down then looked at my clothes and smiled a bitter look of disgust. "if there is any time left you should go see the marry family if you are lucky, they may not have packed up all their giveaway shirts or armor yet if you are not so lucky then come back so we can't find a parish to bless you". With that, I left the man on a high note but was not too keen on having to deal with the Marry family.