-Chapter 9- (The Old Kingdom - Riot of the Blood Kyo)
There was a request to clear the main hall, and it was confirmed. Fal and Hana stood in the middle of it's grand airy opening, and unsheathed their swords. Hana stood several meters away from him, her sword infront of her with one hand, the other was spread open three inches away from her wrist. Her knees were bent, and her feet sat shoulder-length apart.
Fal stood with his knees very slightly bent, his right hand holding the Fandango in front of him, his left held horizontally against his back.
"If I hurt you, don't you dare hold me responsible. This is all on your behalf." Fal barked.
Hana nodded and giggled. "How about we wager something."
That sounded rather repulsive to Fal.
"What?" He asked, unsure.
"If I beat you," Hana smiled. "...you have to kiss me."
Fal spat and urked. "On my deathbed, wench."
Hana laughed. "And if you beat me?"
"...You leave this castle, and forget you ever met me." Fal retored.
"Mnn, alright." Agreed Hana. She was prepared for this anyway.
"Get ready!" She called to him.
She charged at him and flung her sword at his head. He successfully defended it and counter-struck. She was quick to the draw, though, and her skills did not fail her as she retarted his blade with hers and countered his counter. And as quick as a whip, Fal's shoulder was cut open, letting blood plip to the floor. He was silent as he drew back, feeling the refreshing sting of pain sear through his body like a sobering poison. Fal subconciously rejected the caressing of such a feeling, but it was a welcome sign that he was alive. He shuddered.
Hana charged again, this time at his chest. The clanging of blades shattered the morning air as the two warriors fought with the quickness and strength of any devil in Hell. Fal took many strikes, the butt of her sword impounded against his temple, a slash against his leg, a deep cut in his shoulder, not to mention countless bruises about his being. Hana, surprisingly, had nothing but a few bruises. Fal had been careful not to cause her any injury, but there was little he could do but try to tire her out, dragging the fight on for what seemed to be hours. What Fal did not realize in time was that Hana wielded boundless vigor and determination. She stayed fresh while with every strike, Fal's concentration was pounded and destroyed, leading him to stagger to the wall behind him. He struggled for air as his fate was sealed. If he did not want to hurt her, he was going to be hurt, and oddly enough, he embraced this truth. As he sat, slumped against the stone with his blood smearing upon it, he was deeply confused by his thought patterns so close to exhaustion. He didn't want to hurt her. Had he gotten soft? Maybe that wasn't it...
"You aren't trying." Hana revealed.
"I know. I just don't..." Fal trailed off, huffing. "This isn't going as I thought..."
Hana shook her head and smiled.
"If you don't want to hurt a woman, I respect that. You could have told me, though."
Fal grumbled. He recalled the conversation in his room, and if he wasn't mistaken, it wasn't his idea in the first place. Hana had been the only one of them who was energetic about his buggered situation.
Hana nodded. "Well I'm sorry."
Fal frowned and sluggishly stood, locking his clean sword into its scabbard. He clutched his bloody shoulder and began to hobble away.
"Waitasecond!" Hana shouted.
Fal growled at the very thought of her remembering their deal.
"...Let me help you." She walked over to him and slipped under his un-bloodied arm.
Hana then aided his limping to his room, then set him on his bed. She left briefly, returning with bandages and whatnot to ease his scarring. Soon his blood was cleaned away, his cuts covered neatly. Fal lay with his eyes closed, listening to the humming of his caretaker when she spoke to him.
"I'm done. Your injuries should be fully healed in a couple of days." She then bent over him and brushed his stray bangs away from his forehead.
The deal was once again brought to Fal's mind.
"Don't you even dare."
Hana shot back. "I... I wasn't planning to." She assured his respect for her.
She then left the room.
There was a request to clear the main hall, and it was confirmed. Fal and Hana stood in the middle of it's grand airy opening, and unsheathed their swords. Hana stood several meters away from him, her sword infront of her with one hand, the other was spread open three inches away from her wrist. Her knees were bent, and her feet sat shoulder-length apart.
Fal stood with his knees very slightly bent, his right hand holding the Fandango in front of him, his left held horizontally against his back.
"If I hurt you, don't you dare hold me responsible. This is all on your behalf." Fal barked.
Hana nodded and giggled. "How about we wager something."
That sounded rather repulsive to Fal.
"What?" He asked, unsure.
"If I beat you," Hana smiled. "...you have to kiss me."
Fal spat and urked. "On my deathbed, wench."
Hana laughed. "And if you beat me?"
"...You leave this castle, and forget you ever met me." Fal retored.
"Mnn, alright." Agreed Hana. She was prepared for this anyway.
"Get ready!" She called to him.
She charged at him and flung her sword at his head. He successfully defended it and counter-struck. She was quick to the draw, though, and her skills did not fail her as she retarted his blade with hers and countered his counter. And as quick as a whip, Fal's shoulder was cut open, letting blood plip to the floor. He was silent as he drew back, feeling the refreshing sting of pain sear through his body like a sobering poison. Fal subconciously rejected the caressing of such a feeling, but it was a welcome sign that he was alive. He shuddered.
Hana charged again, this time at his chest. The clanging of blades shattered the morning air as the two warriors fought with the quickness and strength of any devil in Hell. Fal took many strikes, the butt of her sword impounded against his temple, a slash against his leg, a deep cut in his shoulder, not to mention countless bruises about his being. Hana, surprisingly, had nothing but a few bruises. Fal had been careful not to cause her any injury, but there was little he could do but try to tire her out, dragging the fight on for what seemed to be hours. What Fal did not realize in time was that Hana wielded boundless vigor and determination. She stayed fresh while with every strike, Fal's concentration was pounded and destroyed, leading him to stagger to the wall behind him. He struggled for air as his fate was sealed. If he did not want to hurt her, he was going to be hurt, and oddly enough, he embraced this truth. As he sat, slumped against the stone with his blood smearing upon it, he was deeply confused by his thought patterns so close to exhaustion. He didn't want to hurt her. Had he gotten soft? Maybe that wasn't it...
"You aren't trying." Hana revealed.
"I know. I just don't..." Fal trailed off, huffing. "This isn't going as I thought..."
Hana shook her head and smiled.
"If you don't want to hurt a woman, I respect that. You could have told me, though."
Fal grumbled. He recalled the conversation in his room, and if he wasn't mistaken, it wasn't his idea in the first place. Hana had been the only one of them who was energetic about his buggered situation.
Hana nodded. "Well I'm sorry."
Fal frowned and sluggishly stood, locking his clean sword into its scabbard. He clutched his bloody shoulder and began to hobble away.
"Waitasecond!" Hana shouted.
Fal growled at the very thought of her remembering their deal.
"...Let me help you." She walked over to him and slipped under his un-bloodied arm.
Hana then aided his limping to his room, then set him on his bed. She left briefly, returning with bandages and whatnot to ease his scarring. Soon his blood was cleaned away, his cuts covered neatly. Fal lay with his eyes closed, listening to the humming of his caretaker when she spoke to him.
"I'm done. Your injuries should be fully healed in a couple of days." She then bent over him and brushed his stray bangs away from his forehead.
The deal was once again brought to Fal's mind.
"Don't you even dare."
Hana shot back. "I... I wasn't planning to." She assured his respect for her.
She then left the room.