I had been challenged to a duel by a nobleman. Apparently, the blue bloods don’t really like me simply because I was born into a red blood family. Imagine if they knew that I’m from a tiny village with literally no importance. But man does it feel good to beat some noble asses. This guy is not the first, nor will he be the last to challenge me for the same exact reason.
This guy was so damn prideful it was disgusting. He was much more prideful than the others, and that only made me even more excited to LEGALLY give him some major beating that would scar him for life. And the best part is: the jackass was so confident that he had the duel take place in an arena, and it was announced to the entire city. I mean, this got so out of proportion that even the queen is attending this spectacle. So many witnesses.
I stepped out into the arena first, and the crowd cheered me on. The nobles, of course stayed quiet and watched. For this fight I had chosen a lighter armor: a chainmail shirt with some leather padding over the shoulders, in my flanks and in my arms. For my lower body, I went with just cloth pants and a pair of hardened leather boots. For a helmet, I went with a skullcap with hardened leather around my head, with my face wide open. As for my weapons, I went with a heater shield that carried the a red sword in the middle of a vertically divided green and blue background, and a war pick, a 60 centimeter long metal rod with a 27 centimeter long, downwards curved spike sprouting out of its tip, and a small mass of metal in the other side to balance out the weight.
My opponent stepped out into the arena soon after, also being cheer on by the crowd, but this time the nobles were smiling and some even cheering. He was wearing full plate armor, probably had chainmail underneath too. He wore a close helmet, complete with white plums in the back. As for his weapons, he went with the traditional sword and heater shield. His shield carried what I assume was his family coat of arms: two golden birds in a baby blue background. He made poses threatening me and, I assume, tried to speak ill of me, but I couldn’t hear anything over the crowd.
Then there was silence. The queen had appeared and was making her way to her special throne seat thing. She took a good look at us, and then made the signal for the match to start. I stayed still, making him walk all the way over to me in that metal suit of his, which made me grin a bit. He finally reached me and went in the offensive right away with a stab that I easily deflected with my shield, throwing his right hand to the right. But while he did that, he attempted to punch me with his shield, an attack that, once again, I easily blocked, this time having to use my pick to slow the strike enough for me to get enough time to raise my shield.
After that, he backed out for some seconds, and then charged back in for a shield bash, but I braced myself enough to only get pushed a few centimeters back. Before he could follow up with another attack, I put my pick’ spike thingy behind his shield, and then I turned violently to my left, giving more momentum for pick, that pulled his shield. Instead of letting go of his shield, he held on to it, making so that I threw him face first on the ground. He quickly tried to get back up, but while he was in all fours, I struck his head with all my strength using the back side of my pick. He fell on his back, arms spread wide, letting go of his sword and his shield. I had left a mark in the left side of his helmet and in his reputation.
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