Battle in the Storm
A clash of thunder exploded high in the clouds, which was the result of a monstrous fork of lightning three seconds ago. The rain was pouring heavier than ever, the size of a small coin. The clearing was nothing but a mud now, and the hundreds of Militia soldiers were now camped out underneath the trees as they watched the only two people standing in the rain.
Setther had challenged Peerha to a duel. But it was much more than that. Everyone knew who Peerha Meroe was, had heard of his accomplishments. Hadn't he saved the entire world once? Setther knew well of Peerha accomplishments, and he feared them. He feared that he would lose the loyalty of his troops. That was what this fight was truly about. Dominance.
Another flash of lightning forked across the sky. The two waited for the coming barrage of noise. The noise of thunder sounded, and the two darted forward.
Peerha dug his heel into the muddy ground, and pushed right. The deadly sharp blade of Setther's War ax whistled past his head. The momentum of the attack threw Setther off balance and he presented a perfect opening for Peerha to attack. Too perfect.
Peerha stepped backwards a few steps, and was rewarded greatly.
Setther had turned his disadvantage into his advantage by swinging the blade in a wide arc. The blade cut the air in half as he completed the turn. Had Peerha chosen to attack, he would have been lying in the ground, trying to find the other half of him. Instead Peerha was standing, and waiting for Setther's next attack. There was none. It was Peerha's move.
Peerha unleashed a whirlwind of attacks on the Nord, trying to fight speed against power. But the Nord had obviously dealt with quick and agile warriors before. He just as quickly blocked every attack that Peerha dished out, using both dodging techniques and his own style of blocking to keep himself high and dry (so to speak) every time Peerha attacked.
Sparks flew off the two combatant's weapons as they clashed together. Setther moved his blade suddenly and twisted, locking Peerha's sword and forcing him into a lock or to retreat and leave his weapon behind. Peerha chose the former rather than the latter.
He tugged on the blade trying to dislodge it. Meanwhile, the Nord reached for a very large cutlass on his belt loop. He raised it high above his head as he spoke. "Now I've got you!" A malicious glint was in his eyes, and Peerha knew that this Nord was going to kill him. In response, Peerha put his foot on the Nord's stomach and pushed, meanwhile pulling on the sword with all his might.
Finally, the Deterioration spell enchanted upon his Long Sword went into effect, and Setther's Ax blade turned to dust in his very hands. Once freed, Peerha fell backward from the released potential energy and he fell on his back into the mud. Setther dove forwards, trying to crush and stab Peerha at the same time. Instead, the smaller Imperial slammed both feet into the Nord's belly and launched him far past the Nord's mark.
Peerha quickly rolled onto his feet and turned around to attack. As soon as he faced the Nord, something hard, and something heavy hit him in the right shoulder. He looked down and saw Setther's dagger imbedded in his shoulder. Blood began pooling.
"Ha! I have won!" Setther announced, raising his hands in victory.
And then Peerha blacked out.