I know this next chapter is short but I thought it was good on it's own. Hope you enjoy it.

The Fight of Heroes

A cheer rose from the surrounding dwarves as the swords clashed. The two dwarf warriors separated cautiously circling around the edge of the ring that had been set up in the Great Hall. Three long tables surrounded the ring with most of the dwarves sitting at them, with the most important seated on the middle table. At the head of the table sat the king with Eragon and the spies were seated at the same places as they had earlier in the day.

There was another flurry of blows which ended in one of the dwarves disarmed and defeated. The dwarves cheered again as the warriors bowed to the king and went to the seats whilst the servants rushed forward and took both swords before retreating to the side of the hall.

"An excellent fight and one that would normally finish the evening. But I would bring shame upon myself if I did not ask our guest, Eragon Shadeslayer, to show us his legendary skill," the King said as he rose.

Eragon smiled as he stood, realizing that this was all a play by the king to gain more popularity with his people. Even in another world in the future, he could not escape politics.

"I will fight if any wish to duel me," Eragon said. Several dwarves looked as if they were about to take the challenge but Morgan was the first to speak.

"Chuck will do it!"

"Morgan!" hissed Sarah from beside Chuck.

"What? With the intersect in his head, Chuck had to be the best human sword fighter in the world," Morgan said, before receiving a death glare from Casey.

"Keep quiet about matters of national security, moron…"

The hall had gone quiet now, with everyone waiting for a response.

"I'll do it!" Chuck said, standing.

"Chuck, what are you doing?" Sarah asked.

"Fulfilling a life long dream," Chuck said, barely able to contain a giddy laugh.

"Is this match suitable for your Majesty?" Eragon asked, still standing in front of his seat.

"It is indeed. The best human fighter against one of the greatest heroes of all time, it will surely be a match to remember," the King replied.

"Then let us begin," Eragon said, as he walked into the ring, Chuck following closely behind.

Drawing Brisingr in one fluid motion, Eragon took his place on one side of the ring. Lowering his hands, Chuck went and stood on his side as a servant hurried into the ring and gave Chuck a sword made for humans. Chuck seemed to momentarily zone out before he smiled confidently and held his sword in his hands, its tip pointed at Eragon, who quickly took the same position.

"By my command, let this match commence!" shouted the King.

Eragon and Chuck charged at each other. Several steps before they collided, Eragon leapt into the air, directly over Chuck, spinning so that he landed facing Chuck, who turned seamlessly and slashed at Eragon. Taken slightly aback by the ease at which Chuck had turned, Eragon was put on the defensive as Chuck attacked flowing from one move to another with the skill of a master.

Nothing Eragon did was able to blunt the attack. But where Chuck had skill on his side, Eragon had seed and strength. Realizing this, Eragon slashed wildly at Chuck forcing the spy to back off slightly. Eragon then spun to the right before he launched an attack of his own.

The two of them strove against each other, trying to optimize the use of their strengths. They were matched; perfection against speed and strength. But Eragon had one skill which Chuck did not have – experience.

With this on his side, Eragon was finally able to pin Chuck as their swords crossed. Using his superior strength, he forced Chuck back and in one swift movement disarmed him.

The two combatants were breathing heavily, sweat drenching their bodies. Then hall erupted with noise as every dwarf and human cheered. When the sound finally started to die down, the King stood.

"A truly magnificent fight, worthy of the heroes that the two of you are! But now my brothers, it is time for my guests and I to retire."

With those words, the King left the Hall with Eragon and the spies behind him.