Point of view - Goldora
He was strong, but I was stronger. The strength of the Nustiers is not only seen by their physical power, but also by their murderous look. I had to kill him. I started with some very strong sword slashes. My big piece of metal was heavy compared to his weapon, and I could easily deflect it. During that exchange of blows there was not a moment when I was really ahead, he defended himself well and calmly. His calm, however, got on my nerves.
«Don't you know yet that you are about to die, bastard?» I yelled at him. He didn't answer but shook his head in contempt. That gesture fed my anger even more. With a blow at the height of my power he defended himself with his blade. However it flew away, and was left without a weapon. He ran to the castle and I followed him. He crossed the door, and closed it. I quickly opened it again, but I did not see him. Before I could even notice he was already behind me, he blocked me trying to take away my possibility of breathing. He had managed to lift me up on his torso while choking me. My sword was too heavy to make a movement so that I could strike him, so I threw it away, and gave an elbow on his side. He didn't let me go. The lack of oxygen was becoming unbearable. At that moment I was still lifted up on his torso, so I decided to give myself a big push with my legs down, so that it would be me who lifted him on my back, I did, but fate wanted that he slipped towards the floor while still holding my neck. He managed to get back into a stable position in no time, I stood still, lying down, while he was still strangling me. So I tried a last resort. The palace of the king of Avaloria had an underground floor. With my leg I hit the floor with great force, creating a hole. Together we fell on the lower plane, and I managed to free myself from its grip. As he rose again I was on my feet. Fate wanted me to be saved. Without hesitation, however, he, still full of strength, came back to me to fight, tried to hit me with a punch but, anticipating it I lowered myself, having in turn predicted it, he tried to knock me down with a horizontal kick. I had such reflexes that I jumped in time and kicked his chin with a kick. I had metal boots, and just before that I was able to smash the floor with my own strength. He managed not to break a bone, hr was really strong. He charged me, furious, trying to block me. I ran up the stairs to the upper floor, he followed me, but I had already returned to the square.
«You run away now? Have you decided to run away? Have you finally discovered that we, the chosen ones, are supposed to do evil?» He said to me with a mocking tone.
I decided not to answer him. Running away, I had approached my sword and he too. We ran into each other. I managed to put a little more force, so that he backed back, I kept pushing, until I knocked him down a few meters back. I approached quickly by lowering a sword, but he dodged it, then gave me a shot that deprived me of the weapon, which was now in his hand.
«See, Goldora, this is the demonstration of a king's strength! Infact, of a god!» He screamed.
With his wretched sword he was able to break my big piece of metal. He gave him many blows, I was only able to observe that depressing spectacle. Now I was without a weapon, and he had a sword. Without hesitation he rushed at me, slashing his sword horizontally towards my face. I had steel gloves, so I blocked it with both hands, without causing damage. In no time he gave a strike on my face with the other arm, making me wobble. The sword, now unbound, swung towards my left side, striking me, but I blocked it before the blow was dropped. With a kick, then, he made me back a few meters, letting me fall to the ground. I began to shed blood, much blood, from a wound that was not even so deep. I was tired, exhausted. The only moment I waited for at that instant was my death. The king approached with confidence, without even asking for my last words, swung his sword at my neck, I was in strength to block the shot, but my reaction time was not enough. I closed my eyes instinctively, I heard a clatter, as if two swords had collided.
«Get up, brother!» Said a female voice, it was Eimin. For the second time she had come down to the battlefield to help me. She had two swords, with which she had defended the blow, and with which she had caused the king to move back. She helped me to get up, and gave me a sword.
«I can't give you all the credit if I'm going to live like a queen. At least a little bit of it we do that will be my credit, okay?»
A smile so pure I had never seen on her face. That vision completely made me. Everything I was doing finally made sense.
«Without your help, Eimin, I would have died. And by depriving you of me I would have broken my promise. I thank you for allowing me to keep it. Come on, sister, let's show the power of the Nustiers» I yelled.
It was the first time I called her "sister". Visually she didn't show anything, but I know for sure that something inside of her mived. In two the battle was much easier, we were coordinated and we could counter the king's blows easly, which seemed to now bear the damage of the battle. While I was hitting from the left, Eimin was hitting from the right, somehow we always get him some damage, and he was never able to hit either of us. I was strong, my sister was agile, coping with these two characteristics was really difficult.
«Goldora, you are an elect one! Even after my death you will be, do not forget it! No longer tame your emotions, let yourself be carried away by lust.» The king had understood that there was no hope for him.
Eimin managed to pierce his stomach and draw his sword. The bastard fell on his knees, looking down at him. I put the sword on his face.
«When faced with death, people understand the value of life. How many more humans must die before you can understand it?»
The king of Avaloria, immersed in his insane condition of the elect, repudiated the value of life, and let himself be killed. His head fell, just like his body.