A Simple Duel
(Garen x Riven)
As requested by reader, HGoltara.
Garen heaved his blade to the side, and sucked in as much air as he could manage. He was fighting a losing battle, and he knew it, but he refused to back down. He roared and swung his blade in a devastating arc, hoping to shatter his opponent's guard.
Unfortunately, it was to no avail, as his opponent simply rolled under his guard, leaving him swinging at nothing but the air. His legs were kicked out from under him, making him collapse. He was brought to his knees with a massive sword threatening to cleave his head off. He was at his opponent's mercy now.
He heard her chuckle as she bounced the greatsword in the air in front of him mockingly.
"Another loss? That makes that, what, 14 to 6? What happened the big ol' Might of Demacia. You're losing your edge, Garen," the woman taunted him. She removed her broadsword from his sight, and held it by her side. He stood back up with her assistance and rolled his eyes at her.
"You know I let you win this time," he replied. Truth be told, he really didn't. He was somewhat losing his ability to best her in battle. But he wouldn't let her know that, as he doubted it was from a loss of skill. Rather it stemmed from the fact that he enjoyed watching her innate Noxian attitude take over in the occurrence of a win. It always amused him to see her so happy over a simple duel.
"Sure. Next you'll tell me I just got lucky. Just admit it, you like getting your ass handed to you by a girl," she boasted. He chuckled at her cockiness. He loved that about her.
"Yes. But only when it's you that I get my ass handed, Love."
"Heh, I better be the only one handing your ass." She chuckled softly.
"Of course. And besides, no one else is worthy of the Might of Demacia's ass," He said with pride in his voice.
"Feeling all proud and mighty again, are we? I suppose you wouldn't be opposed to getting your ass handed to me again?"
"Ah, no. Not this time. I don't particularly feel like giving you another free win."
"Good. I want to actually be forced to try this time, Garen. It's been too easy," she smirked at him, lifting her broken blade up at the ready.
He chuckled once again and lifted his own sword.
"Best of 5, Riven?"
"Sure. Winner buys the other their weight in spirits?"
"I hope you're coinpurse is deep enough. You know that I don't get drunk easily."
"It doesn't need to be. I'm not going to loss."
He chuckled and readied his sword. She readied hers with confidence showing.
"We'll see about that…"
The two charged forwards instantly, and once again their swords met in the air.