CHAPTER 23
I don't think Rodrik wants to spar just because he wants to beat me black and bloody. So I don't think he is going to use any real power while fighting me, I think he is going to use power close to mine while fighting me. I pulled my sword out of its scabbard. I came close to him and throw my scabbard at him. He used his sword to deflect it at that moment; I closed the distance and attacked his pivot leg with a lunge. He looked surprised but just side stepped. That ahole he used 4.2 spd just now. There is no way for me to catch him.
"woaahh, that was dangerous who thought you to fight dishonorable"
"There is no such a thing as fighting dishonorably, there is only dead or alive in a sword fight."
Now I know, he is going to fight however he likes. He is not going to let me hit him. I have to fight him with everything I have, I wasn't going to show him this yet but it looks like I have too. I took a deep breath and started a nonstop onslaught against him, but all I can see on his face was amusement. When he was getting comfortable with my speed and attack pattern, I pulled a small dagger, smaller then a palm and threw it on his foot and it hit but it did next to nothing because it didn't have an edge. This is a training dagger like our swords they don't have an edge but if it hits it should hurt a little. But that one second of distraction was all I needed, I attacked his torso with a stab but he defended it with a parry, but I was starting to get used to his rhythm and pace, was starting to see the phantom. I decided to use one more of my trump card and pulled something from my pocket. When I see him move, right away understood where he was going to strike it is going to be a horizontal slash to right side.
I throw what I had in hand to the ground and it exploded in a thick white smoke and shielded me from his sight, then I dived to the left side to get away from the slash and tried to slash his arm with a diagonal cut but after I released my slash I sensed something next to my throat. It was his sword. When the smoke dissipated I saw that he had a small nick on his arm but he got my neck.
POV RODRİK
This boy is a force of nature, two years ago he insisted about not training with other squires until he become one, in 2 year he become strong enough to beat teenagers, but he still has a big flaw in his fighting style. He trusts his sight and ability to read his opponent too much. He never fought against a master swordsman before, yes he fought against me and Lord a few times but those were child play. I have to give him a lesson about deep faints, he thinks if you saw a muscle move or notice a change in stance means an attack but it is not, real masters can move while faking their movements. This movements are not like basic faints for example I can act like I m stepping in with my left foot to left side while in reality that foot can be my pivot foot all I need to do is bend my waist a bit to left this way all my weight will fall on my left foot, my center of gravity will shift. This kind of things he does not know but I can't believe I m trying to teach something only seasoned and really talented knight would use or know to a 8 or almost 9 years old child.
If he has the body of a grown man now, I think he would be the strongest fighter in the North. While I was in my thought he comes up to the arena and pulls his sword from its scabbard and the next thing I know is the scabbard is flying towards me, I deflect the thing and saw him lunging at my pivot leg. This little shit was going at me for real and for a second just for a second I felt fear so I got half serious and side stepped. This freakish monster, how is an 8 years old is this fast. I said "woaahh, that was dangerous who thought you to fight dishonorable" as a joke and he said "There is no such a thing as fighting dishonorably, there is only dead or alive in a sword fight." This brat sometimes acts and talks like an old seasoned warrior. He is basically right there is no honor in fighting; the honor comes from whom or what you are fighting for.
Right after this he starts coming at me with an unending flurry of attack, but all of the attack are aimed for fatal or disabling spots, they are not at random. In four years I don't think I can beat him and suddenly I realized a smile creeped on my face without me realizing it when the fight started to get in a rhythm he pulled something from his back and threw them at my foot and I didn't have time to react to it. All of them fall on my pivot foot, it really hurt but it wasn't something that did real damage but I thought what would have happened if they were real daggers. I would be crippled now.
This thought caused the fear to start boiling inside me but I got focused again and started using deep faints, at that moment I saw a little smirk started on his face hmph, he thinks I m going to use a horizontal slash to right side but it is the opposite a horizontal slash to left side when I was sure the fight was over he pulled something else and this time threw it to the ground and a big white smoke bloomed from the ground like a curtain of fog. I lost sight of him for a second and that fear of him creeped right beck out of me so I got serious without realizing again. His sword was coming at me from the fog so while back stepping I continued my strike. His sword nicked my arm but it was over, but at that moment all I could think about in 10 years Creagan Stark, Dragonknight, Arthur Dayne and Barristan Selmy all those heroes going to be remembered as second fiddle to this child.