Westley and Inigo reached for their swords.
"There will be no need for that," Humperdink assured them. "Not yet, anyway."
"Where's Buttercup?" Westley spat.
"There's no need to worry," Humperdink began.
"I swear on everything that's holy, if you so much as breathe in her direction, I will make you suffer more than I ever have." Westley sneered, his eyes as black as night.
Humperdink blinked as he digested Westley's words. "I promise you that she is safe. I was about to tell you that the Queen herself is keeping her company."
"What do you want from us?" Westley demanded.
"I feel as if I never got a fair chance to seek my revenge against you all…" Humperdink explained.
"Revenge?! You killed Fezzik you dirty son-of-a-bitch!" Inigo lunged for the prince, but was restrained by Westley.
"Actually, it wasn't I that did the killing," He snapped his fingers. A young man moved out from behind the guards. "He did."
"Jastus…" Inigo said in disbelief.
"Hello, Roberts," Jastus replied. "Greetings to you as well, Westley."
Westley shook his head. "I knew you were trouble from the beginning. It was Buttercup that actually brought it to my attention."
"Funny, I didn't here any complaints from her last evening." Jastus taunted. This time, it was Inigo who held Westley back.
"Let's get down to business then, shall we?" Humperdink suggested. "If you beat these guards, you will have a chance to go against Jastus and myself. If you win, you get Buttercup back. If I win, you will all serve as my slaves."
Westley looked at Inigo, who returned a reassuring nod.
"We'll do it." Westley replied. Without warning, all twelve guards jumped towards them.
Westley and Inigo were well prepared. At 8:56 and 20 seconds, the first swords clashed. At 8:56 and 50 seconds, the twelfth guard hit the floor. They advanced towards Jastus and Humperdink, who were surprised at the quick defeat of the guards. They weren't stupid; they had a back-up plan.
Jastus and Humperdink ran in different directions. Westley pursued Humperdink, Inigo pursued Jastus.
Humperdink ran though the corridors like lightning. Westley was right at his heels. He finally stopped once they had reached the castle roof top.
"I've been waiting for this a long time, Westley." Humperdink panted.
"That figures. It seems as if you have nothing better to do than ruin people's lives." Westley replied.
"You aren't unfamiliar with the business as a former Dread Pirate Roberts," Humperdink said. "I don't like to be made a fool of."
"Then let's get this over with." Westley said.
They drew their swords. Humperdink tried a few moves to test the ability of his enemy. His skills were remarkable. Humperdink tried every attack he could think of, it just wasn't good enough. I will not be made a fool of again! He thought to himself. Westley knocked the sword out of Humperdink's hands.
"All right, All right, you win." Humperdink confessed.
"Take me to Buttercup." Westley demanded with the point of his sword under the king's chin.
"As promised," Humperdink rose and began to lead the way. With his back turned to Westley, a slow, wicked smile began to form across his lips.