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“The Gauntlet, sire.” Lucian answered firmly as he focused himself upon the Prince.
Gillot was not wearing a helmet, thus showing his perfect breeding with powerful blue eyes and start black hair that seemed to stain the world. His face lacked many of the scars Lucian would have assumed a traveled Nobleman to have. That combined with the lack of wrinkles made Lucian realize that this Ducal Prince was likely even a bit younger than he was.
The face of the man seemed to crease and twist with annoyance. He moved and handed Lucqin the lance that he was carrying. The Nobleman tested out the gauntlet that he was wearing. Seeing if there was any issues with its settlement for reasons that Lucian could not divine.
“Even the Grail Knights lose their weapons.” Declared the Prince as he raised a fist, “So we are trained to fight out way out with just our brute strength alone. Come forth and let me show you just some of the pain we Nobleman experience. To show you what you cannot do.”
Lucian set aside his scythe and looked at the Prince. It was quite a dilemma hearing the Nobleman to essentially duel a Peasant. It was not a duel though but a lesson in what Lucian hoped to be an honest respect. So a decision was made, no strikes against the head of the Prince.
If there was one thing he could not forgive himself for it was striking the head of a Nobleman.
Lucian was ready but did not need to take any steps forward as the Prince was already upon him. He saw the attack coming but could do nothing as the Prince slammed a haymaker into his stomach with such force that Lucian felt the air kicked out of his lungs.
Lucian had to take a few steps back and raise himself. As he did the Prince was already upon him and slamming a punch into his chest with force that threatened to knock the Peasant off his feet. Lucian returned the favor by striking his armor with his own concussive blow to the chest.
A sharp ting was heard that was carried throughout the courtyard as Lucian’s fist slammed into the Nobleman. He felt a sharp pulse of pain crossing through his body as he returned the fist to his person. In that single attack Lucian made the Prince had already connected two others and then suddenly vaulted forward with fervor.
Such training was now recognized. Knights without swords were simply fools waiting for the dagger from the darkness to sink between their metal armor plates. Thus they were trained to used the full weight of their person and armor for a breakout away from whatever fighting was upon them.