>>5354100You find a log to sit on that’s positioned comfortably in the shade, taking a swig of water from some of the drinks you brought along. Also having anticipated the upcoming fight, it’s not long before Bernard and Julia join you.
While Matt switches out his enchanted sword for something that will cause minimal damage to his opponent, Valjean had been long-since ready for this swordfight.
“Who you think is gonna win?” Bernard asks, turning his head to you. “I’m bettin’ on stickface, hands down.”
In your opinion, it’s hard to say; Matt might be skillful with all sorts of weapons, but knives are a relatively new ballgame for him. A ‘tsk–’ from beside you snaps you out of your musings.
“Are you so certain?” Julia asks with a raised brow. “I wouldn’t put all your stock in him– he did just lose to Elise.”
Even though you won, without your strength and speed, Matt would’ve had that fight in the bag. That spar had been the epitome of beginner’s luck.
“Eh, let’s just watch and find out.” With that, Bernard leans forwards to watch the two other males take their positions in the field, squirming slightly in anticipation.
“Don’t try any funny business, asshat.” Matt tells Valjean.
“Me? Never?” The comment elicits a smirk from the former Crux leader. “Loser either has to drop their sword or be on the ground for more than five seconds.”
“Whatever–” Matt glares. “Just shut up and put your money where your mouth is.”
“If you say so.” Valjean hums, not-at-all fazed by Matt’s attitude. “On my count…” He pauses to shift into a fighting stance, Matt following suit.
“Three… Two… One…” Right as that last number is said, both of the males are in motion.
Diamond against diamond, the field is filled with clang after clang as Matt and Valjean descend into their deadly dance. While your terror of a brother moves with all the ferocity of a rabid pit bull, Valjean is the hallmark of calm, calculative poise– calculative poise that hides a fierce tenacity just beneath the surface.
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