I awake on the street, the ground is the now familiar cold and hard stone. I have died so many times that I have lost count, I can't even remember why I fight any more. There are small details of this street that I have become accustomed to. Thirty seconds after I wake up, a man steals a wallet from the fat noble that walks by. I have tried to confront him multiple times, but the thug runs. Twenty seconds after the knight with the sword walks by. He's always mumbling about something, but I could never figure out what. Just behind comes sir James. He's a stuck up brat who should just F*ck off already, I stepped in his path one time and he sent his knight after me saying something about dont you know who I am, so yeah i'm sad to say this but that knight was hella good with a dagger and sword combo. Next, just five seconds later an apple salesman trips over a loose stone, yelling all kinds of swear words. Some of which I have never heard before, I just assume they are swears because of his tone. And last but not least comes Rose.
Man, do I need to fight any more, I won't win so what's the point. I believe at first it was for my pride, but whatever pride I had is long gone. Or was it just to challenge a strong opponent, no that sounds stupid even for me. She might be as strong as Roman, I guess there's geniuses wherever you go.
She's walking away should I do something. But I need a break.
She turns around, and her eyes lock with mine, as if to ask are you not gonna fight?
" wait." I say, although she has Already stopped.
" What is it?" she asked expectantly.
" Do you want to go on a date with me?"
She looked visibly stunned.
"Fine if you can defeat me once in a duel, I'll go on a date with you."
This again, even if I don't ask to duel her it ends up that way no matter what. Fine I guess it doesn't hurt, one for the road I suppose.
This time instead of her I take the opportunity to lead the way.
We enter the bar. It kinda makes me feel sad knowing that this will be the last time I see this place.
The fight was over so she Immediately hops into the arena.
"Hurry up." She says
I enter. The man who I have come to know as Fred does his spiel about Rose being a knight and me being a nobody, "May the match begin."
I pick up the sword off the ground and ready it entering one of the four stances of the lord slayer style. For old time sake it was the one I started with. She enters her stance which is as always strangely low to the ground. Her sword points at my chest, it looks like a coiled snake ready to pounce. She, like usual, waits for me to make a move. I take a step forward hanging just out of her reach. My sword leaps forward performing a downward slash. She moves her sword up, guiding my sword out of the way. As doing this she visibly prepared for a stab. I pull my sword back, parrying her sword. Not even pausing, she shoots her sword forward in a slashing lunge. Jumping to the side I ready the tortoise stance, parrying two quick attacks coming from both sides. Jumping forward for a Counter attack, I pull my sword up and slash down. Rose seeing a week spot blocked the sword and kicked me in the stomach. Not even reacting to the pain I move in for a faint. The sword pushed towards her left before fluidly like flowing water, changes its course and went after her legs. Seeing this coming she pushes her sword down for a block. However, I drop my sword. For a brief moment she looked stunned before I jumped on her. I twisted her hand, making her drop the sword.
The Crowd that was just cheering went completely silent.
"Does this count as a win?" I asked her.
She gave a small grin with a tear running down her cheek.
"You." she said. " Do you remember all the times I killed you?" Those words sounded pained.
"So, you said if I win we can have a date, right?"
She smiled and said "You win."
For the first time I exited the arena. However it wasn't to applause like I expected but with Boos. She guided me into a private room.
The room wasn't fancy, I mean what could you expect from a bar I guess.
"So do you?" she asked
"Do I what?"
"Do you remember all the times I've killed you?"
The constant loop of death replayed through my head.
"yeah." I respond.
"Okay, so how did I kill you the third time?"
"You chopped off my head."
"Okay how about the eighth."
"Cut my throat."
"Twentieth."
"You cut my thigh, and watched me bleed to death."
"Fourhungreth"
" you cut off my nose, and with elegant swordsmanship you stabbed my throat."