"You lost Lord Micheal Sol Welenshire." The voice rang in the whole hall making Mike's eyes bleed.
"And since you are from the Welnshire family, I have never touched you or attacked you." Damien's chuckle was no less than a cold welt injuring his arms.
Mike was sure if Dami would attack him, he would blame the man for breaking the vow. And if Dami could not attack him, he was bound to lose.
Someone threw cold water on her face and finally, his vision cleared.
He noticed that he had fallen on the mound and the sharp thing that hit him was his rapier.
How did it get in there? He glared at the other knights but they shrugged as if telling him that it was his mistake and he could not blame someone else.
"Michael Welenshire, this was nothing. If you want to see how strong I am, duel with me by your real name."
"Ohhhh!" The large sound of whistles and applause filled the room, making Mike red with anger and embarrassment.
Mike trembles with anger.
"This was just a planned trap. I know what you are trying to do Damien. You are using me to sully the names of your masters because you are jealous that I got the position." He scoffed in a cold voice but loud enough for everyone to hear in the hall.
"No! I am only trying to see if you are worth the position you have snatched or not! Defeat me and prove that it belongs to you. Let me give you an advantage." Dami touched the small wound on his skin with his flickering eyes, "No matter how many times I win, it will be null and void as long as you defeat me once today."
Another low hooting filled the room.
"But if that does not happen, you are going to bow your head in front of me whenever we cross paths." Mike paused. The smirk on Dami's face told him that he was going to drag the matter to the end.
But he did not dare to accept it or reject it. Since he was sure he would embarrass himself in both cases.
"Damien! Don't go that far!" Dami raised a brow, a bored look but a lethal smile twisted his lips.
"Then stop me." Dami leaned and whispered in a low voice that only two of them could hear, "I will snatch this position, power, wealth, and... Your wife is away from you soon. And you would only be left rubbing your eyes like you were left today."
Mike's hands moved before his mind could process the words. He punched Dami on his face but before his fist could land on Dami's face, Dami blocked it.
He held Mike's fist in his left palm and a smirk formed on his lips.
"Since you have accepted my challenge to fight with me without using your name. I will show you my true strength." he used the force to press his knuckles until Mike felt his knees trembling.
Before he could take a deep breath, a fist landed on his face and he sucked in a deep breath.
He could feel the liquid falling off her face and his head dizzy. Before he could recover, another punch fell on his face.
Mike was a lean man, physical fight was not his forte but his agility and swords while Dami was all muscular.
The fight was like Dami was using Mike as his punching bag. Before Mike could raise a hand, it was blocked and another punch landed on his gut.
The man winced. Blood had started to drip from his nose and mouth. His eyes were swollen and he could not see anymore.
He took a step back, staggering when a knight came for his help. Dami did not follow them. As if it was not needed, the man was going to return to him anyway.
"Oh! Are you backing out, Mike?" The voice was like a dragon flaring at its prey and hissing before taking its life.
Mike could feel the fear crawling on his skin. But he would never accept it.
He could never let Dami humiliate him. At least, he was still a warrior if he was defeated in a fair fight. Yet, he wanted to win.
His aide, Oscar wiped his face and sighed.
"Master!" but Mike raised his hand and shut the man. He stared hard at Dami.
There must be some weakness, something he could take advantage of! When his eyes fell on the small wound on his gut. It was not harmful. But if it was pressed again.
Finally, he took out his rapier and tossed it in his other hand.
"I have never agreed to a street fight. I am a knight who wields a sword. I hope you can respect it." Dami chuckled. His eyes filled with mirth and joy.
As he took out his own sword and then aimed it toward Mike. as if asking him to come and attack first.
Mike narrowed his eyes and aimed at his chest but at the last moment, he took out another dagger and attacked at the gut area where the wound was while his rapier continued to add force on Dami's sword blocking his rapier.
Dami had never thought that Mike could attack from both hands but it looked like a cornered rat would leave no effort to fight.
Dami's eyes flickered. He held the sword with his bare hands. Blood started to drip out of his palm but his eyes did not flinch when he met Mike's gaze.
Mike sneered as he increased the pressure but Dami pushed him back. They both stared at each other with a smirk and the desire to kill each other.
Their cold eyes looked for weakness when Dami was the first to attack.
His hands charged straight for Mike's heart. Mike blocked the sword but like him, Dami took out the dagger too and attacked his chest again.
"Aah!" blood started to drip out of the wound like a broken dam.