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Date Posted: 23:08:32 03/12/00 Sun
Author: Sir Dragzfuth
Subject: Price of revenge (day 3)


Justin backed away step after step as the two swords swung at each other mercilessly time and time again. Magan's advance was strong but Canaday lord demonstrated unparalleld agility and elegance in his defense.
The two seemed evenly matched, with no clear victor in sight anytime soon.

Belamore's eyes followed the two dueling figures intently, and his face gave out only hints of what was going on in his mind.
"Sir Dragzfuth seems to be holding his ground well sire?" Sir Fyale spoke to him.
Belamore shook his head slowly.
"For now, perhaps. But he is still fighting angry, and I know Justin. He is just trying to wear him down..." The old king sighed...

Fyale looked up to his king, gripping his sword.
"Your majesty, if he looses I will not let them take your head..."
Turning to the duel again, he continued. "I know many of the soldiers will follow my lead if I stand in your defense. We shall not let ..."

"YOU will do NO SUCH Thing!", Belamore interrupted him harshly, but next moment his voice mellowed back. "If Justin is victorious, your first duty is to this land, not Me. Are you really willing to squander our already slim chances against Tancan by killing amongst our own men just so you can save your crippled King's life?"
The king put his hand on Sir Fyale's shoulder.
"No, my friend... your fight is against Tancan out there. If I have worn out my welcome on this earth, so be it. If your loyalty to me is true, you will do nothing to fight the decision this duel brings...".
Pausing a few moments, he looked at Fyale. "And if you cannot take orders from me... I ask you this as a friend, sir Knight."
One word... "Sire." And a nod, was all the reply proud knight gave, then turned his attention back to the fight.

The two fighting figures parted for a few moments again.


I watched Lord Justin as he grinned back with an evil smile, while we circled around each other again.
"You surprise me young Magan. You always were my favourite student, but I didn't expect your mastery of the sword to progress so quickly... Too bad it won't make a difference... you still are no match for me." He spoke finishing with a short cackle.

My mind was focused on his movement though, and I no longer paid heed to the words. That is, until he reached for the necklace he wore around his neck.

He tore it off his neck, holding the emerald trinket up into the sun.
Corners of his mouth grew wider yet. "Yes... with all your skills... you couldn't even save your sister's life. “And now..." Pausing for a few moments, he looked straight back at my eyes. "Now I'll show you you can't even save this souvenir of hers that I kept..."
With terror in my eyes I watched him place the emerald stone upon a rock, and in a movement faster then wind, he smashed down with his sword, breaking both the trinket and the rock in two, kneeling next to the rock, his eyes looking away from me.

Raging I leapt forward...


Belamore extended his arm as he saw what was going on.
But there was no time left for warnings.

Sir Dragzfuth already dashed towards Justin, and his blade stroke towards the evil Lord who still seemed oblivous of young knight's approach. Then, in a single fluid motion, the silverblack blade sprung forth and met the blue glitter of Magan's sword with force and fury that Cannaday Lord haven't displayed before. Magan was taken aback from the blow, and this time, Sir Justin Case demonstrated what earned him the reputation of best swordsman in the land.
For the first time, Sir Dragzfuth was scrambling in desperate defense, as movements faster then wind, yet excerting fluid technical excellence, came from Justin's blade, each blow pushing the young knight further back. Each strike, closer to breaching the young knight's defense.

Sir Fyale gritted his teeth in frustration, and Belamore covered his eyes with his hand. No words were spoken as both camps watched in silent anticipation, with clear expectation of the winner now.

A series of connected attacks finally prooved too much for Magan's sword to defend... Justin's blade tore down draining blood from knight's left leg, then slashing away at the oponent's sword, nearly knocking it out of his hands. His leg giving away, Magan fell back on the ground, still weakly gripping the sword with the right hand but far out of reach to defend.


I felt Justin's sword touching my neck, closing my eyes in anticipation of death. Yet Lord of Canaday had decided to extend the victorious moment...

"Belamane!", Justin exclaimed casting his eyes at the ex-king. "Here is your wonder champion... at MY mercy." he noted despisingly. "How does it feel to be helpless Again old cripple?"

Belamore uncovered his eyes, looking up slowly, his face showing a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Justin laughter boomed over the field.
"You seem surprised... Did you really think I would have let Sir Taeloron go on that venture unsupervised? You take me for a bigger fool that I am Belamane."
Looking back down at Magan at his mercy, Justin continued, in an evermore mocking tone.
"I may not have known who Belamore truly was... But I knew all he did in his 'spare' time. I EVEN know of things he isn't aware of himself."

Belamore found no words to reply with, save getting a grip on his confusion, hidding his feelings behind an expressionless mask.

Lord Justin Case turned at the king again. "Oh yes Belamane. You never were told about Arelle's child were you? YOUR child. Such a shame my henchmen injured poor lady so badly the child was born dead..."


While Justin held his triumphant speech, Magan's hand slowly gripped his sword back with full strength, and strange green glitter returned to the knight's eyes while Lord Case was facing away.

Belamore's eyes twiched at last words, but he still managed to hold his composure.
"But anyway," Justin continued. "Feel free to be helpless some more... and watch the last of the Dragzfuth die by my hand... before you join them in HEll..."
While turning back at his defeated oponent, Justin stabbed his sword towards Magan's throat. Or where he expected it to be...


I felt a coarse of power flow through my veins as I gripped the sword back, power I've felt once before few nights ago... in that encounter that was perhaps just a dream. But this was no dream now. As Justin spoke his last words he raised his sword point high enough, giving me few impossible moments to dodge the stab by rolling away. I felt I was a fraction too slow as my left hand was brushed by the enemy sword, but it was as if I could feel no pain, the power that flowed through my mind and my anger were all I could sense...


Lord Case thrusted his sword deep, and stabbed only ground. He was surprised for mere moments, but that was enough for his enemy to be getting back on his feet. Not wanting to give any time for Magan to regain his stance, Justin withdrew the sword from ground and attacked with all speed. Magan's eyes were still looking away but his hands moved as if he knew where Justin will strike.
A whittering series of attacks followed, but no matter how fast Justin's sword moved, the blue blade was always faster, as if anticipating every strike in advance.

The two dueling figures stepped back from each other for one final time.
Magan's eyes flared with unearthly green, as he spoke in the bass echoing voice. "TIME... TO DIE... LORD CASE"

Justin held out his sword only to have it broken like a wooden stick by Magan's next strike. He looked at the sword hilt in dismay, then dropped it to the ground.
Magan leapt into the air slashing towards his enemy in a circular motion.
With a look of silent resignation, Justin cast one last mocking smile back at the young knight as he met the blue blade bringing his death.

Magan dropped on the ground with his finishing strike, kneeling next to the two halves of enemies body. Both hands on his sword, his eyes stared into the ground.
Death silence lasted for few seconds, until a riot of victory cheers from the mouths of Belamore's supporters ensued...


...continued...
(come on... you didn't Honestly expect I'd let Justin get away with it did ya? :o) One final part in day 3 coming up)

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