Below, Bakura led the charge. "Throw down the leaves and attack!" he called to the first troop.
He rode up to Siward. "You, noble uncle, shall lead the first charge, you and your son. Joey and we shall take care of whatever's left," Bakura said, naturally, if clumsily, adopting the royal 'we' Seto never got used to using.
Siward and Kyou rode forward. "Wish us well!" Siward yelled back.
"Give 'em all bloody hell!" Joey called. "But save Kaiba! He's mine!"
Seto spun around in the dining hall, phobically recoiling from any noise. "They've tied me to a stake!" he said. "I can't fly!"
A young teenager in armor seemed to step out of nowhere. "What's your name?" Kyou asked. His voice hadn't broken yet.
"You will be afraid to hear it," Seto said with a smile, putting away his own fear with anticipation of combat.
"No, even if it were the worst name in hell," Kyou said, stepping forward.
The king drew his sword. "My name is Seto Kaiba."
Kyou held his sword up as well, and spit at Seto's feet. "I hate you and your name."
Seto smirked. "You're scared."
"I'll show you who's scared!"
Kyou yelled as he rushed him. Seto neatly blocked the attack and easily drove him back. Kyou's strength and endurance were no match for his. He relentlessly outsparred the boy until he fell to his knees. Kyou threw his sword away and looked up defiantly.
"You enter my castle, you steal my army, and you look to kill me, even now," Seto said. "But I forgive you." And with a blow, he beheaded Kyou.
He stepped over the body. "Maybe if your mother hadn't been a woman you'd have had better luck."
Joey had separated from Bakura a while ago. He caught the clatter of armor from the dining hall and dashed to the source of it. He spotted Kyou's head and body and held his sword at the ready. "Kaiba!" he called out. "Show yourself! You killed Mai, you killed Yuuki, you killed Kyou, and now you run? Face me like a man!"
He heard the clatter armor – it was hollow this time; Seto must have ran into a manikin in mail. "I'll find you, Kaiba!" Joey as he resumed chase.
Siward met up with Bakura outside the castle. "It almost gave up without a fight," he said.
"I thought it would," Bakura said. "We met foes who fought beside us."
Siward bowed when they reached the portcullis. It was not broken. "Dunsinane, my lord," he said as they entered.
Seto heard the weighed clangor of armor approaching and came to a stop. "Turn around, Kaiba!" the challenger called.
He faced Joey. "Leave, mutt. I've killed enough of you already."
The thane put up his sword. "You're not runnin' away from a challenge, ya spineless scepter stealer!"
Like Kyou, he rushed Seto. Instead of returning the assault, however, Seto parried the blow. Again and again, Joey thrust and jabbed and attempted to corner his opponent, only to be further infuriated when he did not attack but shifted out of the way.
Seto realized he was wearing Joey down, if passively, and put away his sword. "Wheeler, you mutt," he said. "You can't defeat me. No woman born of man can."
Joey placed the tip of his sword under Seto's chin. "Well, see, dere's a legal technicality here." He smirked. "I wasn't really born born. I was yanked out a little early."
Seto gasped. He stepped back. "You're not of woman born? I won't fight you."
"No?" Joey asked. "Dat'll make it so much easier for me ta stick you up on a pole so we can all have a good laugh when dis is ova."
The king drew his sword. "You will do no such thing. I will not yield to kiss the ground before Bakura's feet and to be baited with rabble's curse." He took a step. "I will destroy the last of your line, Wheeler."
"Let's see you try," Joey said as he swung.
But the blow was a little high. Seto ducked low, and brought his sword around, knocking Joey off his feet. He dug his blade into the joint in the armor right under the thane's neck and prepared to put his weight behind it.
Quickly, the thane shoved it off with his own saber and followed through the motion so that he cut Seto's hand.
Seto not only lost his balance but his sword. He scrambled to get it, but Joey kicked him in his side and brought the hilt of his sword down between Seto's scapulae. The king fell prone and rolled in anticipation of a blow, but found himself staring down Joey's blade. Joey knelt, still holding the sword steady, and whispered a jeer: "All hail the king of Scotland!"
Seto's eyes widened with fear as he realized: I lost…
With the rest of his strength, Joey sliced through bone and removed the tyrant's head. Seto went without a sound.