INTRODUCTION will jump to after the events in witcher 3 in act 1. Backstory and history of Leo Bianca a son of a inn owner and a blacksmith who live in a town to the southern end of Toissaint. He has a brother Ragnar and Maverick.

PROLOUGE

"My blades become dirty, all this melting snow. it's hell sent i tell you.." it is true in Toissaint there is no snow at all. "i don't even know who in their right mind would send us here for a cause like this." he said to me as we walked into the courtyard where the other soldiers were cleaning up the dead bodies and arranging them from our army to theirs, putting ours in the basement for storage until the next boat arrived and throwing theirs over the wall of the fort onto the ice below.

"our grace has a problem with them so that means her army does to. we need to remember that so we can finish this. it won't be that much longer till we are on a boat home." i told him as he continued wiping his blade off of the mud, dirt, and the rust that is forming. i looked over at the nursing tent and listened to them moan and groan as we continued to walk. i shifted my helmet from one arm to the other.

"this holds nothing to when we sparred with pa's old fence posts, do you remember how mad he got when there was a giant hole in his fence from us breaking them over each other." Ragnar asked me stifling a laugh.

"that i do he used to sit us down nag our ear off and make us repair it after we got more wood." i replied as we walked to the front gate and seen the two armies meeting point. we won't tell them but we are at the point where the army has lost its will to continue. one problem with fighting over here is we aren't used to the cold wet snow as they are. we continued out to the table and stood next to our general and waited for their conversation.

"Leo i don't have a good feeling about this. they seem on edge." he told me quickly i looked over them and seen the dark Armour they wore to protect them from the cold and swords that we all held.

"we've been fighting for a year and a half, i don't really expect them to be happy were here."i replied back to him in a whisper.

" we propose a duel, you win you get the coin for repairs and the ride to return back to your home while keeping the fort, and our recipe for vanguard wine, but we in you leave with no coin or a fort to command. and your queen must give us a written apology. and 125,000 crowns for the nuisance. i propose a 2 on 2. i have a pack of brothers who are the best sword swingers on the planet. do you have a pack like such?"the other commander asked. i looked at Ragnar and nodded my head at him, his eyes widened and he shook his head in disagreement, i opened my head at him in conformance when i brought out my fist and he brought his out to challenge me. we shook our fists in the air when he let out paper and i let out scissors. he groaned and we stepped forward and nodded to our general. he looked at us and nodded his head.

"as do we when would you like to begin?" he asked the other commander as two men came up with giant swords resting on their shoulders giving us a quarreling look.

"look afguard that one has short hair he must not be able to get any of the women." i looked up to my hair that is grown past my eyebrows but mostly short around my sides. i knew they weren't talking about my brother because he had hair that reached the middle of his shoulders in a pony tale.

"it gets more wenches than you could get." i told him giving him a smile and a chuckle.

"i would like to let you know that i am to be wed to a princess come next year." he said seriously to me. i looked to my brother and smiled at him.

"well sorry if we seem surprised but me and my brother have been sharing her, i didn't know there was a third party involved." i told his as my brother exploded with laughter.

"yes she's a wild one." he said to him as his face grew angry. he grabbed his helmet and slipped it onto his face covering in in black.

"you will pay for that." he said from behind his helmet.

"and we're sorry but you might want to tell her you're not going to make it to the wedding." Ragnar said to him while grabbing his helmet and pulling down the lid to cover his face as i did the same as every on started surrounding us in a giant circle.

"so which one do you want?" i asked him in a whisper as i unsheathed my blade from my hip.

"seems the boy choose you, i wouldn't disappoint him, and brother don't disappoint mother, she's looking forward to many grandchildren." he said as i walked over to the side and lifted my blade over to aim it at him. he walked closer grabbing his blade the hilt and letting it dangle at his side. the blade is about half a foot longer than mine. so i won't beat him on reach, maybe that's why he's won so much. no to hold this title he must have skill to go along with it. i start walking towards him when he swings it aimlessly trying to scare me. i jumped back then parried his attack cutting closely when he spun around my blade and went to throw his elbow at my side but i quickly ducked and threw the hilt of my blade into his ribs then sliding the blade across it, i jumped back and rolled when a hard kick landed in the side of my helmet. i got up and seen a blade falling towards me so i rolled out of the way and sliced my blade towards him catching his hilt making him roll the heavy blade to the side and i sliced his helmet making a sharp ring come off his helmet. he backed up quickly and let out a yell and took his knife up then down hard where i was i grabbed the blade of my sword and threw it up while holding the hilt as well making his blade jump back up i took the opportunity and thrusted my blade into his stomach, he dropped the blade and went to his knees, i pulled the blade out and sent it through again just to make sure he wasn't getting up. i pulled the blade out and looked at my brother who was fighting and clashing with the other duelist, the duelist slid his blades in the crevice of his thighs and my brother went down to his knees. i ran over immediately while the man pulled off my brothers helmet and grabbed his chin. aiming his sword towards his neck. i grabbed his arm and pulled on it while i slid my blade through the back of his chest and out the front. i threw him away from Ragnar and looked around as the other army grew quiet. i looked at my brother and made sure he was fine let out a chuckle.

"damn hair got in my face." he called out in pain as some men came over and put him on a stretcher as we laughed. the commanders met and shook hands. my commander turned and went back towards the fort and the other towards me.

"take their Armour as a trophy for you and your brother the swords also they should look nice in your home. and congratulations." he said before turning away. i took of my helmet and rubbed my chin feeling the prickles on it. i need to shave, and get a haircut. but it seems i'll be doing it soon when i return home.