Chapter 10; Knights of Bloodhunt
"But before me kill ye… Me want to know yer name!" – stated Tiffany.
Grayson nodded. It seemed fair.
"My name is…" – said Grayson.
Wait a second! What if this brute of a man didn't kill him? What if he escaped? Who knows? It could happen. It happened to the Gnome, didn't it? Was it a smart move to tell that murderer his true name?
Of course not. That would be stupid. And Peter was the stupid one.
"Me waiting for it, lad… But me won't wait for it too long. Savvy?" – growled Tiffany.
Grayson showed a nervous grin.
"Sure… Sure…" – said Grayson.
"So? What be yer name?" – demanded Tiffany.
Damn! What name should he give to Tiffany? He couldn't remember any names that he could use besides Peter. Could he do that to his best friend? Could he live with that regret? That he had betrayed his best friend and that, should he escape, Tiffany would only have Peter´s name? And that the Thug would probably kill Peter, instead of killing him?
"Say it, ya bastard!" – yelled Tiffany.
Well… He was going to die anyway, so he won't live to regret it. And if he lived… This monster will have the wrong name. But could he do such a horrible backstab to his best friend in order to save his hide?
"My name is… Peter." – lied Grayson.
Hell, yeah!
"Peter?" – repeated Tiffany.
"Peter the Ranger." – said Grayson with a reassuring smile.
"Are ye sure? Me distinctly remembers ye saying to the Gnome that yer name be Grayson or something." – asked Tiffany.
Grayson started to sweat a bit.
"Grayson? I don't know any Grayson. You must have heard it wrong, Tiffany. That was a nasty injure you got, remember? I am sorry, by the way! But I am sure that I know my own name. And Peter the Ranger is my name. Honest!" – assured Grayson.
"Well… I thought that ye said Grayson. Ye sure yer name isn't Grayson?" – inquired Tiffany.
Grayson looked hurt.
"You think that I would lie to you? To you, Tiffany? After all we went through?" – said Grayson.
Tiffany nodded.
"Ye be right, lad. Sorry! Peter the Ranger it is, then." – stated Tiffany.
The Thug pointed his nasty looking sword at Grayson's belly.
"Die, Peter the Ranger!" – raged Tiffany.
Grayson closed his eyes and prayed. He didn't know which god he was praying to, but he nevertheless prayed. You never knew what could happen…
"Halt! Is that a thug I see before me?" – said a Knight in orange armor that happened to pass by.
The Knight in blue armor that was next to him nodded.
"Indeed. And he seems to be disturbing that poor lad. Shall we kick some arse, Gariff?" – asked the Knight in blue armor.
Gariff nodded.
"Indeed, my brother Kabewse." – said Gariff.
…
Even at an early age, Gariff and his brother, Kabewse knew they wanted to be knights. Day in and day out, they would sit perched on their patio railing watching the knights train.
However, being born of royalty, both of them knew their parents would never let them join the knighthood, because of the dangers involved. Nor would the knighthood ever take them in, knowing that their king would have their heads if any harm came to his sons.
Kabewse and Gariff found a way around that. Putting on helms, they snuck out of their house one day and applied for the Knighthood. When the Knights asked them to remove their helms, they claimed that they could not, for they were horribly scarred during a battle long ago.
The Knights respected that the two had been so grievously wounded apparently, that they allowed both to join.
…
Tiffany looked at the two Knights and laughed.
"Ye ladies in armor think ye can kick me arse? Me arse be like solid metal, ya bastards! Do yer best!" –challenged Tiffany.
The two Knights nodded.
"Nevertheless we are going to kick your arse, Mr. Thug. Prepare yourself!" – said Kabewse.
"For honour and the pleasure of kicking evil's arse!" – yelled Gariff.
"I couldn't have said it better, my brother Gariff." – stated Kabewse.
"Thank you, my brother Kabewse." – said Gariff with a bow.
Grayson and Tiffany were speechless for a moment.
"Are you going to save me today or are you going to stay there and bore us to death?" – asked Grayson.
"Aye! I have other stuff to do besides staying here and see ye ladies kissing each other." – mocked Tiffany.
Kabewse looked at Gariff and nodded.
"By the gods! The weak lad and the evil Thug are right. Where are our manners?" – asked Kabewse.
"Then let's take care of the Thug and save that simpleton." – yelled Gariff.
Grayson showed a confused look.
"Did they just call me a simpleton?" – asked Grayson.
Tiffany nodded.
"Me didn't want to say it to ye, lad… But ye are a bit slow." – answered Tiffany.
"Shut up, Tiffany!" – growled Grayson.