Fleetfoot had been standing on his tip-toes trying to see over the heads that obstructed his view of Bluejay. He was cursing under his breath and the sword he'd stolen lay limp at his side. As he got angrier his voice raised and one of the men turned around, realizing he was there.
"Oh, it's you. The little apprentice of Bluejay who thinks he's all that. Prancing around with your little girlfriend." The man stepped toward him and grinned. "I'll find pleasure in killing you."
Fleetfoot turned bright red in anger and embarrassment. "SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND AND KEEP HER OUT OF THIS!"
He raised his sword, nodding, as if demanding a fight and the man LAUGHED!
"You're just like Bluejay," Fleetfoot muttered stubbornly and the man stopped abruptly and looked up, insulted.
"What did you say, boy!"
"I said you're just as stubborn, idiotic, and.. FOOLISH as Bluejay!"
"Well, now. We can see where YOUR personality comes from.." The man angrily surged forward and took a hearty downward swing at him. Fleetfoot blocked it and they held for a moment, pushing each other's strength until Fleetfoot let up. A tinge of pain touched his back The man took another step and instead took a whack down towards his feet. Little did he know that Fleetfoot (hence his name) was the quickest-footed boy in all of Inkworld. Seriously.
Fleetfoot jumped with a smirk, but just his dexterity wasn't enough. The man drove for his heart. Fleetfoot wrenched the sword up to parry, only tipping the man's sword to the side. It went plowing through his right shoulder.
With one piercing yelp, he fell to the floor in pain, only to feel double when his bleeding back slapped the stone. The throne room echoed in the laughter of those who had taken a seat at the tables for dinner. Fleetfoot writhed on the floor, for a moment, then stopped and stared in shame at the sword that stuck out of him.
'What am I doing lying on the floor like I'm dead? It's just a scratch. If I'm gonna die, I wanna do it the right way for God's sake.'
He gazed up at the man, who was ready to finish him off and narrowed his eyes. "I'm not dead yet, YOU FAT LARD!"
He jerked the sword from his shoulder and stood up, trembling nevertheless. He glanced behind the man and there stood Bluejay, lip split and shirt ripped, pulling his sword from someone's stomach. Bluejay took a glance at Fleetfoot and yelled, "YOU'RE AN IDIOT, YOU KNOW THAT?"
At first, Fleetfoot was confused as to why, but then he heard the soft breath of a man behind him. "You've been enough trouble for one day, my dear boy."
A/N: CLIFF HANGER! Once again … my evil shines through. smiles maliciously