Chapter Twenty Five
Facing off again, fury in Sir Otto's eyes, having finally found his long awaited foe, Sir Otto thrusts in with a stab of his blade. But Grandfather, seeing the over-eager maneuver, moves toward it!
Just as the blade would have skewered him, he rolls along it's edge, moving inside and toward Sir Otto, slashing his clothes on the edge of the sword! Now inside Sir Otto's guard, grandfather, dagger reversed in his grip, jams the dagger to hilt, right into Sir Otto's shoulder! Eyes suddenly wide, Grandfather gasps! "I missed!" Grandfather says, for some reason easily being shoved away, back toward the window, from Sir Otto.
"Yes, old fool, you did." Sir Otto, holding a bloody dagger in his left hand, says with cold malice. "But you missed my neck only because of this!" Sir Otto says, holding up the dagger that had found it's way under Grandfather's ribs. "I shifted to stab you, and it saved my life." Sir Otto states plainly.
Grandfather, realizing the mortality of his wound, looks down, to see his lifeblood pouring freely upon the floor. Just then, Sir Otto drops his dagger and sword, grabbing the hilt of Grandfather's dagger, yanking it out of his shoulder with great pain, and looks up at Grandfather, with fresh hatred in his eyes. "I am no longer a Knight, as you so kindly reminded me, all those years ago." Percival says. "And thus, no longer required to fight fair!" with that, Percival lunges toward Grandfather again, only to suddenly be attacked by a large Raven flying through the window! Straight into his face it flies, screeching it's call, raking him in the face with it's talons!