CLANG!!! CLANG!!! CLANG!!!. The sound of his fallen sword cried when it hit the ground far from him, but yet, he stood Mighty in the ring of men.
His face was coved with the blood of his enemies and so were some part of his body, but he didn't care, he licked his blood stained lips and felt it go down his throat.
He looked at the men that surrounded him and smirked.
" This is going to be a piece of cake. " He said proudly.
One of the man broke out from the circle and charge forward.
" AHHHH...ARGH!" The man fell and started to choke on his blood.
No one saw it coming, it seemed to be like a blur. They looked at the young man they thought was weak and started to shiver in fear. In his bloody hand held the piece of throat he ripped from the fallen dead man.
He smiled and started to attack them, leaving all of them separated from their bodies. In just a second, they were all gone, he turned around to look at the nasty work he did and a devilish smirk appeared on his face.
A heart beat was heard at his left side, he walked calmly to the sound and saw a legless man crawling away. He squatted at his level and grabbed him by the hair.
" Look at what I got here. " He brought the man's face closer to his.
"Argh!" The man's cry seemed to be faint. " Please.... let me go, I-I have a wife and a kid to take care of."
The young man seemed to not pay heed to what he said.
" You should have thought of that when you people macilessly killed those villagers for their land. But sadly you came to the wrong village." He chuckled darkly and started to squeeze the skull of the man.
" No please, have marcy, pl- TUSH!" The man fell silent after his head got squeezed and crushed to goop. His half crushed brain slipped out of his head and fell to the ground.
" Hmph, your blood is even disgusting just like you." he said emotionlessly and threw the messed up body somewhere.
He got up and went for his sword, he turned his head to the sound of his men and enemies fighting and knew by the sound that they were winning.
He was done with the enemies at the southeast side of the battlefield single handedly, but still he was still craving for more. He smiled to himself and went to join his men.
He sliced, pierced, beheaded his enemies and made way to their King.
"JACOB!!" The young man yelled.
A man in a heavy armor and red cape turned, his blue eyes looked at the young man who seems to be far younger than him.
King Jacob of Greenwich, looked at the young man with rage. He had heard rumors of this young prince who is feared by all. He heard people say he can slaughter Thousands of his enemies single handedly, but the King never believed it, he thought this young boy was nothing but a baby. But there is one thing he feared about the young prince, and that's his name people call him on the battlefield. " THE BLOODTHIRSTY PRINCE. "
That name was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine.
The Prince and King faced each other ready to behead themselves.
" Well, well, well Crown Prince Nicolas, we finally meet again. " The King said.
Nicolas looked at the King with a straight face.
" You know this unnecessary talk is useless. Let's fight. " He position himself in a fighting stance ready to fight him.
" Hmph, then let's finish it. " The King said and charge forward with his sword.
" DIEEE!!!! " The King yelled and their fight started.
Nicolas used his sword to block the attacks coming from King Jacob. They swung their swords too each other ready to kill themselves.
King Jacob had the upper hand in the fight, he will throw powerful blows with his sword that made Nicolas stumble back.
" Is this the prince that is feared by all Kingdoms," King Jacob said in a mocking tone as he threw blow after blow towards him. " You are nothing but a mere boy that is too foolish. " King Jacob said as he pierced him through the stomach.
Nicolas spat out a mouth fool of blood and fell on his knees.
" Foolish boy. " King Jacob smirked and pulled out his sword from him with a grin on his face.
" Die. " He swung his sword towards Nicolas head.
" You quite a talkative for an old man. " Nicolas said as he pushed his sword away with his arm that blocked the attack.
King Jacob looked at the boy with shock written all over his face.
" H-h-how.....t-this is not possible. " He stammered. " But I-I stabbed you, y-you are supposed to die. "
" Oh this," Nicolas looked at his now closing wound that left the King speechless. " It is just a little scratch. " He grinned and got up from the floor. " I won't deny it, you are indeed a worthy opponent. But I'm so sorry, your life ends here. " He said sarcastically and he swung his sharp nails close to the King and ripped out his throat.