(I hope you enjoy this one. You have no idea how hard it is to type Morgarath's name. Also this chapter is for Falachen.)
Morgarath swung down his armor's visor and gripped his lance tightly on his horse. Duncan sat on his horse fifty paces away, staring grimly at his opponent. Morgarath laughed manically, "Prepare to die, young prince."
Duncan steeled himself and then spurred his horse. Morgarath followed suit and they both started their trot towards each other. Then they both sped up to a run. Duncan steadied his lance, his heart racing. They slammed into each other, nearly sending Duncan flying out of his saddle, but he managed to hold on. Both shields had noticeable gouges in them from their opponents' lances. Duncan turned his horse back to face Morgarath and he did the same. Morgarath smirked, "You are no Perseus, little prince."
Duncan inhaled deeply and charged once again. Morgarath hit him harder this time, almost knocking his shield from his hand. Duncan noticed he was breathing hard, so he slowed his breathing and eventually they were deep and even again. "You talk much for one who can't deliver on his threats, Morgarath."
Morgarath sneered, "We. Shall. See."
Morgarath charged him and Duncan raced to meet him. Once again both lances met their opponent shields, but this time was different. Duncan felt a sharp pain in his hand that he realized was Moragrath's lance piercing through his shield. As Duncan trotted away he examined his hand. A small amount of blood trickled off from it. Duncan winced in pain at flexing it, but they were once again charging towards each other. At the very last second, Duncan twisted his shield to protect his injured hand beneath. Morgarath's lance slid off and Duncan's lance hit Moragrath's shield solidly. Moragrath cursed, "A cheap trick that won't work twice."
Duncan spurred his horse to greater speeds than he'd ever done before. Duncan smashed into Moragrath's shield. Both riders were thrown from the saddle, flung into the dirt. Their steeds skittered away from the two riders, contenting themselves to run into the forest. Duncan struggled onto his legs as Morgarath did. Morgarath glared with white hot fire in his eyes that Duncan could barely make out from the visor. Duncan flinched as he tore off his shield from his hand. Morgarath did the same, stalking towards Duncan. They both discarded their lances in favor of their swords. They circled each other watching. Morgarath swarmed forward, swinging wildly. Duncan sidestepped the blow and struck fast and hard, ripping a tear in Morgarath's armor. Morgarath struck back, but he was blocked by Duncan's sword. Duncan stumbled backwards. Morgarath rushed after him, but Duncan has been counting on it. Duncan hasn't stumbled. Duncan sent his sword stabbing through the chink in Morgarath's armor. It connected, driving deep in his chest.
Morgarath staggered forward, filled with firey rage. He swung wildly, but missed. Morgarath fell to his knees and fell face first into the ground. Duncan kneeled, breathing heavily and muttered, "We did see."