Kid pulled the hood of his blue cape over his head, the hood shadowing his face and blocking out the daylight. He smoothed out the wrinkles in his blue shirt. He then readjusted his elbow pads before turning back to Clyde.

The weapon's master nodded, handing him a wooden dagger. Kid took it, turning it over in his hands. He jabbed forwards and sliced with rapid movements, testing it out before giving himself a nod. It would work, for now at least. Honestly, he would have preferred something larger. A tiny smile crossed his face.

The sound of footsteps made him look up. As Eric approached him, Kid could have sworn that he had seen an evil twinkle in the fat kid's eye. Kid frowned. 'I have this feeling that someone is about to get screwed over...'

"Ah!" Eric exclaimed, "You have procurred yourself a weapon!" 'Obviously,' Kid thought, mentally rolling his eyes. "Nice. It is now time to teach you how to fight," Eric finished. At this, Kid couldn't stop a grin from coming onto his face. Eric chuckled and smirked, amused at the new kid's anticipation.

"I want you to take your weapon, and," he then said, smirk widening, "with the bravery of a noble knight - beat up Clyde." Eric pointed with his staff at the mentioned boy. Clyde perked up, blinking.

"What?" Eric ignored the question.

"Kick Clyde's ass new kid!" Kid looked over at Clyde.

"What did I do?" Clyde asked.

"I'm the king Clyde," Eric snapped, jerking around to the warrior, who flinched, "And the king wishes to be amused!" He then turned back to Kid. "Go on, new kid. Kick his ass."

Kid shrugged before moving further away. Clyde pulled out his blade. When Kid turned back around, his eyes could already see that the other boy was frustrated. Most likely from Eric's bullcrap. Kid wasn't entirely surprised.

He tilted his head to the side to let his bangs move out of the way. Staring at Clyde with a steady gaze, Kid waited, idly twirling his wooden dagger. The new kid relaxed, his eyes unblinking. Clyde held his blade at the ready, staring back. The other boys began to gather around, keeping a long distance away to make sure no one gets hit by accident. Then, Clyde attacked.

Kid didn't even flinch when the boy ran straight at him, even though it did surprise him. Clyde swung the blade before he was right on top of him. Kid instinctively ducked and rolled out of the way. Just as Clyde ran past, Kid struck.

He propelled himself at the boy's exposed back, tackling Clyde to the ground. The boy fell with a grunt, face scrunching up in pain, as Kid rolled back up to his feet. He backed away, raising the dagger and falling in a defensive stance. As Clyde stumbled back up to his feet, he glared at Kid hatefully.

"Oh hell yeah!" Eric cheered, "Clyde's your bitch!"

"That was a pretty cheap move," Clyde hissed. Kid couldn't stop the tiny quirk of his lips. This made Clyde grit his teeth. With a roar, the boy rushed at him once more. Kid knew that his technique from before wouldn't work, so, he simply caught the blow that Clyde had struck him with. The two stood at a standstill, pushing back with all their strength. However, Clyde was stronger and pushed Kid back. He then struck out with his sword, stabbing Kid in the shoulder.

The new kid leapt back, raising the dagger once more, scowling at Clyde's triumphant expression. Kid rolled his throbbing shoulder, breathing heavily. 'Now he's gonna get it,' he thought.

"Clyde's wearing armor," Dylan called from the sidelines, "To hurt him, you gotta hit him as hard as you can!"

At this Kid's tiny grin was back. That could certainly be arranged.

He rushed at Clyde, grip on his dagger tightening. The other boy was surprised but recovered quickly, sword swinging in order to parry Kid's attack. Kid smirked. He rolled to the left, completely dodging the blade and struck out with his dagger. The blade hit Clyde's sword hand, knocking the offending weapon out of Clyde's hands. He then twisted and struck Clyde in the nose with the back of his fist before jumping back.

He could have sworn that he heard it crack.

"Ow!" Clyde stumbled back, holding his nose.

"Oh shit dude!" Eric said, clapping, "I think I see blood! Fucking nice brah! That's exactly what you do to guys with armor like that!"

Sure enough, there was blood running down from Clyde's bleeding nose. Kid felt himself smirk. He was really starting to like this game. It was fun. Eric turned to Clyde, giving a nod.

"The key to winning a fight is not to get hit in the balls," Eric said to Kid, "Clyde, it's your turn to attack. Douchebag, protect your balls."

Protect your balls. Kid snorted in amusement as Clyde rushed him once more. The other boy raised his sword and swung. Kid blocked it easily.

"Pretty sweet!" Dylan called, cheering.

"That's what I'm talking about! Dude, you're already way better than Clyde!" Eric nodded, "All right. Time to use your heroic powers!"

'The fuck?' Kid turned to look at Eric with a glance of extreme confusion. He then glanced over to some of the others. When his gaze rested on Dylan, the knight winked. Kid raised an eyebrow but turned back to Clyde. Suddenly, he got an idea.

Kid rushed at Clyde, who prepared to block. However, Kid quickly veered to the right and away from the other boy. Clyde had on a look of confusion when he leapt over the weapon's table.

"Where the hell are you going?" Kid however seemingly disappeared. Clyde got this really bad feeling... Suddenly, something tackled him from behind, slamming his face into the hard ground. He winced as more blood began to flow from his nose. Clyde glanced up, gritting his teeth as he saw the new kid's smirk. He really was a fucking douchebag. The smirk then turned into a tiny, kind smile and a hand was outstretched to help him up. Clyde took it, hand taking the piece of cloth that the other hand had to offer.

"Ha ha ha! Dude, that was awesome!" Eric laughed, "You were all like, wham! And Clyde was like 'Nooo!' Ha ha, that was sweet!"

Kid rolled his eyes and let out a soft sigh. He was really starting to not like Eric... 'He's one big fat ass dick,' he couldn't help but think.

"Okay, okay," Eric said, wiping his eyes of the tears of laughter, "You've proved yourself worthy Douchebag. Now, come inside the war tent and I shall let you see the relic." Eric then turned around and made his way inside the fort. Clyde limped off to the weapon shop and leaned on the table, holding the handkerchief to his nose to stop the bleeding. The others dispersed, leaving Kid to follow Eric.

'Just the way that Eric had said that...,' he thought, shuddering, 'It makes me really uncomfortable...'

He entered the fort after attaching the wooden dagger to his belt.

Hope you guys are enjoying this so far! *Grin*