Okie dokie, here is chapter 3 after a long and I am sure huge sarcasim anticipated wait.

I am unsure if anybody cares but the reason for the late updating is left to blame warcraft 3 tft hugs his copy so I'll be updating every week or so from now on, not every two weeks

Chapter 3

Love on the battlefield.

Karlos's eagle eyes wavered slightly as he gazed toward the mysterious woman, their eyes bonded within their silent moment that was rudely interrupted by the calling of the commentator preparing the soon-to-be epic fight. Fir lingered up in the stands, cheering along with the progressively growing crowd that anxiously awaited the fight. Silence lay slowly throughout the next moment, nerve racking for the competitors who still stood with their longing eyes upon each other until Faye had realized what was going on and blushed a faint red that stood out greatly on her white skin while Karlos did the same but decided to hide it briskly by making the first strike upon Faye. Fir watched eagerly as her attention was being distracted by a mysterious hooded figure in the crowd who appeared to be the only spectator sitting calmly while observing the commencing fight.

It was swift, twirling through the air while swinging his sword with so much elegance and beauty it was a shame to not watch. Karlos collided with a dumbstruck Faye who was still recovering from the pleasurable, silent moment Karlos and her had. Faye fell to the ground and staggered sideways as she scrambled up. Once the smoky dust had cleared, it revealed a small gash sitting briskly on Faye's right shoulder that must have meant Faye was too slow to react at Karlos's surprise attack. Faye lunged forwards almost immediately, thrusting her sword toward Karlos's thigh that briefly missed and was replied with another swift swing toward Faye's left shoulder but was ceased with the silver sound of a clash between steel. Faye had swung her sword up quickly to block Karlos's counter-attack as they both stood close, gazing at each others eyes once more for a very brief moment before they both vanished. Soft blurs of the pair appeared in the center of the arena, passing each other many times and occasionally ceasing with the two of them at sword and sword together again. This continued on for ten minutes until Karlos flew out of one of the blurs to hit the ground hard with a nice large cut upon his left thigh.

As the dust slowly cleared, Faye once again lunged toward Karlos and threw her sword down toward his chest but was greatly surprised to the sound of hitting nothing but the hard, rough ground. Karlos appeared immediately after Faye's blade had fallen, swinging his own firmly toward her chest but was too surprised to be swiping at nothing but air. The pair repeated this constant loop until they both had split apart and crouched at opposite ends, well exhausted from the tense and heated battle. Breathing heavily to two of them quickly returned to the fight, swinging both their swords upon each other in unison until clashing to the sickle sound of both their blades. They gazed frustratingly toward each other, seeming to be equal in almost every aspect of their fighting skill. Pushing harder, Faye gave way and fell backwards toward the ground as her sword too fell from her hand while Karlos followed her down after losing his balance between his anger and frustration.

Silence.

Both the fighters paused, watching each other blankly while the thought of the fight slipped away from their minds.

Silence.

Faye soon realized the blank silence and blushed greatly but dared not to move. Karlos did the same, strangely feeling very comfortable since he had never really met any other woman besides his cousin and his mother. The pair contently lay there while Faye longingly stared up at the young swordmasters troubled eyes as he stared back into her youthfully sweet, warm eyes.

Crash.

Alarmed the two look up to see none other than a large group of bandits storming the arena ruthlessly as they begin to slaughter the crowd.

'Couldn't plan their attack any other time, could they?" Karlos had angrily thought while he stood quickly with a quick glance to Faye and grasped his sword briskly. The pair sprinted toward a the center of the fray, both swords ready they jumped in while taking at least two bandits each with their entrance. Axe clashed with blade for at least ten minutes as more and more bandits fell to their demise at the hands of Faye and Karlos. Faye dashed toward a nearby bandit as she faded from existence right before the bandit's own eyes as milliseconds later seeing a sword drive itself through his own stomach. Karlos was almost enjoying himself as he glided through the imbecilic axe wielders, thinking that he must have at least killed seventy. Just as Karlos was surely going to finish off his ninetieth or so opponent, he felt a gush of wind pass him that to his horror threw his sword from his grasp and far from him. Karlos turned to Faye and saw the same had happened to her by what seemed to see by the blur a handaxe that then returned to the user. They both stared up at the huge man that towered greatly above them, smirking and ordering his men to restrain Karlos and Faye who were immediately grabbed and held against their will to face the huge man.

"Karlos, that is your name isn't it?" asked the man with a small sense of glee spreading.

Karlos said nothing; his blank face seemed to keep the man from the satisfaction he yearned to see.

"The son of the great sword master Karel, seeming to have adapted all of his attributes including his attitude" the stranger then spat at Karlos who tilted his head with ease to leave the flying mould of spit into the bandit that had been holding him.

"Like father like son, you'll join the banished grave where your father lies!" said the man, raising his hand axe high in the air.

"Well actually no, at least Karel could fight and live to tell the tale…. or so he says."

The next moment was a blur, but only Karlos saw it extremely well as if in slow motion.

A cloaked man had sprung past Karlos to leave the hand axe in pieces on the floor, making the stranger feel very well stupid. He quickly ordered his men to hold the cloaked man and did it so seemingly so that the cloaked stranger did not even restrain slightly.

"It seems we have somebody who is foolish enough to face the mighty axe of the blackhammer to save this boy's life, eh?" grunted the man in a mock baby voice.

"Tell me your name," added the enormous man.

Lowering his hood, the cloaked man said nothing.

"I said, tell me your name!" repeated the angered man as he threw back the hood of the cloak to reveal none other than him.

Fir gasped as she stepped back in shock "No it can't be, it's!"

The huge man did the same, a look of pure horror emitting upon his face "It's-it's…"

Karlos finished both their sentences quietly as he muttered determinedly "…Father…"

Ho ho ho, seems tha one and only Karel is back and badder than ever!

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