(A/N I'm sorry for the long awaited update, I've been having busy with working on others stories and my actually job outside of story writing. I'll be really busy in the upcoming weeks and i won't have a lot of time to work on them but when it starts to slow down I'll be able to work on them more and start updating early on. Thanks for understanding.

Enjoy the next chapter!

(The Duel Part 2)

(A/N Listen to the song 'Dancing with Dragons' by BrunuhVille)

The duel began with the lord making the first move. He charges forward sword lowered and hidden behind him and when he was in range his brings the sword in an upward swipe. The thief blocks it but with a little bit of difficulty. The lord then followed that with a down swipe, but the thief blocks it again. The thief decided to make some distance between the two of them and moves back a little, but the lord wasn't going to allow that to happen.

He charges forwards once again shrinking the distance between the two of them. The thief jumps back just in time for the lord to bring another upward swipe missing him completely. The thief takes a quick look up noticing that some of the people in the stands seemed concerned. He then turns his attention back to the lord which has stopped charging but instead he stood there staring him down.

"Why'd you stop?" the thief asked the lord.

"Because it's bad sportsmanship to attack an opponent that isn't paying attention" the thief laughs "Same can be said to you" the thief took this chance noticing that he had his guard down and charged for him. When he was in range he took his chance and slashed at his arm making contact. The whole arena was dead silent and the only thing making a sound was the sound of bows being pulled back. The lord grabbed a hold of his arm after feeling the cold blade touch his skin tearing through the cloth and skin.

When he had a good grip on his arm he uses most of his strength and throws the thief behind him but as the thief was thrown he took another chance and nicked his cheek with the tip of the blade. The lord could feel everyone in the arena staring at him with worry, but he can't let that get to him. He turns around to look in the direction of where he threw the thief and noticed that the thief was closing in.

He barely had enough time to block but some how managed to block. He pushes the thief back using his sword 'I've seen this fighting style' the lord thought to himself. This time it was the lord that jumped back making distant between him and the thief. He's seen this fighting style before and it was back on Skyrim. This fighting style is common but only in certain parts.

The thief took this chance while the lord seemed to be in his head to try to take another hit on him, but it seemed like the lord was still with them and was able to block it pushing him back. Now the lord was standing in the middle of the arena 'What's making him so distracted?' the thief thought to himself. He took this chance to take another look around the arena and noticed all the elites had their bows on him.

He turns his attention back to the lord making sure that he hasn't moved which he hasn't 'What is he doing?' the thief thought trying to see what he was doing but could only see that he was keeping his sword behind his back.

He's using an offensive and defensive stance, clever' he thought taking another look to see if there was a way to try to gain his attention. By this time mostly everyone that knew the lord well knew that something was om his mind keeping his attention to the fight in front of him limited. The thief knew if he were to try to rush him now would get him hurt but he can't let this go on for to long since the lord might get bored and have his elites shoot him down.

He decided to try to get in close even though it's risky due to the stance that the lord is using. If he messes this up he is screwed. He took this opportunity to circle around the lord to see if he could find an opening but as he circled him the lord would keep his sword hidden and his eyes on the thief. He thought over the only plan that he could think of at that moment.

'This plan could end up getting me killed if I don't do this right, but this is right now the "Only" plan that he has right now' he thought. His plan is to try get him out of the middle of the arena but the only way that could be possible is to charge him and wait till he swings so he could dodge then do a round house kick.

He charged for the lord with all the speed he could muster. The lord stood there watching as the thief charged him. He shook his head thinking 'Is this the best he could think of?' the lord thought and as the thief got closer he swung his sword at the lord hoping to fake him out but the lord didn't fall for it instead the lord held up one his arms blocking the swing with his gauntlets then following the block with a quick swing he nicks the thief's side with the edge of his blade.

The thief jumps out of the way and backed up to make some distance, but the lord didn't move and went back into his currant stance. The thief looks down at where the lord nicked him and saw that he cut through the cloth leaving a small scratch on his side 'Whoa, I got to watch out for that swing' he thought backing up out of range. Once out of range he began to circle the lord once again but this time for only a short amount of time before he charged him again.

The looked was now getting bored but the determination within this thief's eyes are what's keeping him somewhat entertained. For the time being. The way the thief was charging him it looked like he was going to try the same attack again, so the lord got ready to counter that again but to his surprise he didn't do the same move. Instead he jumped over to his side.

The lord takes a swing at him, but the thief moves back then takes a swing of his own. His swing got blocked but he followed it up with a kick to the lord's head. That kind of shook the lord but barely bothered him. Before the thief could pull his leg back the lord grabbed his leg a threw him behind him but in the process of doing that the thief slashes his back. Not a nick a slash.

The whole arena was shocked and at the edge of their seats. The elites become edgy and the Mistress is now standing. The lord seemed to be shocked he rubs the slash on his back then puts his hand in front of him showing that there's blood on his gauntlets. The lord looks over at the thief and saw charging for him.

The lord didn't have enough time to avoid the attack and the thief stabs him in the shoulder. The thief could tell through the lord's eyes that now he was focus but at the same time he has a bad feeling about this. The whole arena felt cold and tense then out of nowhere the lord grabbed the thief's leg and with unbelievable strength the lord threw him across the arena. The thief hit the wall with a loud thud leaving a massive crack in the wall.

Everyone in the stands seemed to have relaxed a little but the vikings in the other hand were close to standing up and had pure looks of horror "What just happened?" Fishlegs asked with the sound of horror in his voice. "'ow's that possible?" Gobber couldn't believe his eyes. They just watched someone throw another man into the wall with unhuman strength.

The thief coughed up a little blood when he contacted the wall. His sigh was little hazy, but he could see the figure of the lord and he was making his way towards the thief and he. Looked. Pissed. The thief pushed himself out of the body shaped crack and fell to the ground. He did his best to get up as fast as he can, but the lord grabbed him by his throat and tossed him over at the weapons racks on the other side of the arena.

The thief crashed into the weapons rack breaking the rack and landing on the weapons luckily, he didn't get stabbed in the process when he landed on them. He looked over to see that the lord was closing on him again not giving the thief enough time to regain his stance. He grabbed a sword that was on the ground getting ready to defend himself and when the lord was arm's length he swung at him, but the lord grabbed the sword by the blade yanking him up followed by a punch in the gut.

The thief was starting to think that he wasn't going to live but he didn't want to think like that, he couldn't think like that, he had to live. The lord tossed him to the ground, but the thief cut him in the chest, but it wasn't like the cut on his back. The thief was able to get up before the lord could start closing in on him again.

He backed up a little bit to try to make some room between them but all the wounds that the lord inflicted on him were slowly taking their toll and was causing him to slow down 'Is this really the same guy from before?' the thief thought to himself getting into a defensive stance. The lord grabbed a sword that was on the ground. He turned to look at the wounded man then followed that by getting into a fighting stance of his own. This time it was different, not like the one from before.

The lord was the first to move and the thief acted when he got closer by dodging him when he swung but some how the lord got him in the shoulder. It was a deep slash, but it's not life threating "I got to watch out for that swing" he said to himself getting back into his defense stance. He didn't have enough time to dodge his next attack, so he had to block it with his sword but with the strength that the lord was using he almost knocked it out of his hands.

Swing after swing the thief was beginning to have a harder time blocking his attacks sense he wasn't letting up or even giving him a chance to return an attack. The thief could tell that the lord was getting bored and was trying to get it over with, but he was holding himself against the lord and that's was keeping him alive but with all these wounds it was becoming a lot harder to block.

The lord could see that the wounds were taking their toll of the thief and decided that it was time to end it. He took a step back. The thief was a little surprised and had to ask "What's wrong? Getting tired?" the thief was putting on a face of course.

The lord ignored him and went on with what he was doing. He lowered his body just a little bit and with all his strength he charged for the thief leaving no time for the thief to didge so the only thing he could do is try to block his attack. He held the sword sideways as the lord swung his sword and when the swords collided a loud shattering noise echoed throughout the arena.

Everyone was amazed except for the Berkians. They were shocked and worried. Both of their swords shattered and in the mess of it the lord was holding the thief by his neck with a hilt and small piece of the sword aimed for his chest.

"I have to admit, you re the first to actually do harm to me, well the first of someone from outside of Konawa" the lord whispered. He continued "Do you have anything to say before you die?" the thief began to whisper something. The lord knew this and once the thief was done the lord shoved the little piece of the sword into the thief's chest piercing his heart killing him quickly. Once the thief stopped breathing the lord tossed him to the floor.

The crowd began to cheer except for the vikings. They looked at him in disgust and fear "'ow could 'e do that to a lad that young?" Gobber questioned. Fishlegs looked like he was going to be sick. Stoick was filled with thoughts and disgust while the twins were cheering along with the crowd and Snotlout seeming to be shaking where he sat.

The lord began to walk out of the arena going to the exit. Standing there was Raven "What would you want us to do with the body?" she asked as the lord walked by "Take to 'the room' for now, we'll deal with it later" that surprised Raven. The room is for only one reason and one reason alone.

As the lord walked past the cheering crowed he couldn't help but think of what the thief whispered. Hearing that gave him an idea but for now he has other things to do and one of them is talking to his mistress. The mistress was waiting for him back at the stand where she was last at and with the way she was standing he could tell she wasn't to happy.

"What was that?" she asked

"Nothing, he just got lucky"

"Usually you wouldn't let someone get 'lucky'" she used her fingers quoting the "lucky" part.

"I know, I didn't think I would've needed to use that much strength to deal with him, but I guess I was wrong" the lord looked down into the arena watching a couple of his men took the body away.

"Like what you usually tell us, things never go as plan" he could tell from the way she spoke that she wasn't as angry as she was a couple of seconds ago, but she was still upset with him. But he knows how to fix that. He turns his attention back to her and takes her by the arm pulling her in close "Now that I'm done here, how about I take you up on that round two" he whispered seductively making shivers go down her spine.

"First, how about you go clean up then we go at it?" she smiled under her hood. Both the lord and Mistress began walking back towards the castle while everyone else began to dissipate leaving only the Berkians.