Will made a mad dash for his room. Halt, seeing what he was doing, started after him. Will stopped and Halt came crashing into him.
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Will took a deep breath and turned around. "This isn't a fair fight. Let me get some missiles and ammo and weapons for myself first, then we shall resume," Halt raised an eyebrow.
After what seemed like a century, Halt grunted. "Fine!" Will smiled. I just need two minutes. He went into his room and closed the door. "Hey! What are you doing closing the door!" Halt yelled.
"I can't let you see what weapons I'm using," Will's muffled voice floated back to him. Halt frowned. But inside his room, Will was doing nothing like that. He was silently opening the windows, then grabbing his saxe knife and cloak.
" 2 minutes are up! Get out here!" Halt shouted. He had an uneasy feeling about letting Will in there alone. "Just a minute!" Will replied. Halt frowned. Something was definitely wrong.
"Will! Open this door!" Silence. Halt cursed. He kicked the door down, and saw Will's window open.
He quickly leapt gracefully out the window and saw Will riding in the distance, with a two minute head start.
Halt didn't have time to saddle Abelard. He rode bareback. "Get back here!" He screamed. Will didn't look back. He rode and rode and rode, but Halt couldn't catch him. He finally stopped, shouting, "When you come back, I will be ready, and I will beat you!"
Will grimaced. What was he going to do? He would have to come back. He then thought this could actually get interesting. He decided that when he got back, he would be ready, too. But first he needed to get to Castle Redmont.
1 hour later…..
Will rode straight to Redmont, and asked for a room. He was granted one. He then, after giving Tug an apple, walked to the battle school.
He found his friend Horace on the way, exactly who he wanted to see. Horace was surprised. "Will! Hello there!" Will smiled. "Hello, Horace," Horace asked, would you like to have lunch at the inn?" "Sure," Will mumbled.
At the inn, Will explained why he was here. At the end, Horace burst out laughing. Will sighed. "Will you help me?" Horace then frowned.
"I can't teach you anything, but I can give you some advice on weaponry," Will nodded. "Okay then, lets get started!" Horace said cheerfully. "Meet me here tomorrow," He said, rising. "I have to get back to training,"
Will suddenly wondered if he had made the right choice for help.
