Author's Note:

Well, this was surprisingly easy to write. I hope the fight is good, tell me in a review if you have any criticisms with it.

Reviews:

RonaldM: Happy June.

ODSTFRymann: Thanks, I've worked hard on the World building for this story. And I hope you enjoy this fight.

Guest I: I'm glad to hear that.

Guest II: You've got no idea my friend, the World building I've wrote for this story. I've got a damn Timeline full of dates, maps, Cultures and their origins, etc. I'd say I've gone a little overboard on the world building for a fanfiction. The biggest aggravation I'm dreading is exposition.

I will try to start a consistent update schedule, though I can't promise it's accuracy. And I can't promise that writers block won't slam into me like truck kun. More info at the bottom.

Small Disclaimer: If you don't want to be spoiled, don't translate the Grimm.

"I don't own any of the series I write FF of. I only own my OC's and my unique aspects added to the story. I don't own any music or songs possibly mentioned, they are just recommendations. All credit of Rwby goes to RoosterTeeth."

Chapter 6: Holmgang.

The sky had grew dark as thick grey clouds formed overhead, and a cold wind began to whip up the air. Thunder cracked like a gunshot as the two warriors stood in the arena; Siegfried and Hunding stared at each other armored head to toe. The Knight stood steadfast and raised his sword, the Barbarian King readied his axe.

"That's a mighty fine sword Kingdomer," Hunding pointed at his family sword, Balmung. "I'll take it from your corpse," He then scratched his chin, "The armor will be melted down though, it isn't as alluring as Chief Yornald's helm."

"You want my sword, Heathen?" He raised his sword to the sky, "Come take it if you can."

[Play 'Holmgang'-Danheim.]

"Gladly." The King accepted his challenge, slowly moving to his right, Siegfried did the same. They began to circle each other like wolves.

"Kill him!" Shouts erupted from the crowd in the stands, "Kill the Kingdomer!!!"

"Send the Valean Trash to Hel!!!"

Some woman shouted, "We believe in you, our King!!"

"Hail the High King!!!" Some man with a long pale hair stood up by the railing above the arena, both fists in the air as he screamed to the point his throat hurt, "Hail Hunding!!"

The King grinned like a rabid Dog, he then moved. He charged forward with with a diagonal overhead swing, the Knight barely ducked and sidestepped it. Black Aura sparked as he slashed the Barbarian's side as he came past him, but the King turned and retaliated. Siegfried was knocked forward with a mighty hit to his back, his blue aura sparked.

He turned his head and rolled to the left immediately as the battle axe slammed down where he stood. "I'll cleave you in Two!!"

Coming to his feet, he stood and lunged forward with Balmung. Hunding parried it with the blade of his battle axe, and slammed his axe's shaft into his side. He lurched forward in pain, he met a right knee to his stomach from the King. Pushed back, the axe slammed down into his shoulder in sparks of blue. The Knight fell to a knee, only to kiss the left knee to his chin.

"Die!!"

He was thrown backwards into the dirt, dazed, he saw the axe come for him as he rolled to his right.

He revved his sword as he jumped back up, and slashed upwards. A pillar of rock spiked up from the ground, Hunding sidestepped it and snarled. "Dust?!?!" He bared his teeth, "COWARD!!!"

The Crowd erupted in boos, but he ignored them and turned the dial to red. "Burn HEATHEN!!!" He slashed back and forth in a frenzy, flames shot out of his blade into a firestorm in front of him. The King leaped behind the pillar of stone, and smashed it. Siegfried had to jump back as rocks came at him, but so did the Barbarian.

The Knight slashed horizontally rightwards with his sword as he moved back, instead of flames, only embers bursted out. He was out of fire dust. The axe came for his right side, "SCHEISSE!!"

Thunder rumbled as he was sent flying, rolling into the dirt. He quickly got up when he heard the thundering feet running at him. Grabbing Balmung, he shifted it into its two handed form as he twirled around to meet Hunding head on. In a clash of aura and steel, he sent the King reeling back. The Knight pressed his attack, their weapons met in strikes of might, like the lightning flashing in the distance. Back and forth, blade would meet axe and shaft. Occasionally, axe and blade would spark against aura. Hunding pushed forward, and looped his bearded axe's blade around his sword's. They were face to face, with the exception of their visors. Their eyes locked with each other in hatred, like their weapons locked in a struggle.

"I'll feed your carcass to my Hounds." The King said as he pulled, trying to wretch Balmung from his hands.

"That's what your children will do." Siegfried quipped.

The Barbarian snarled, "My Sons would hunt you down to the edges of the earth, Kingdomer!!"

"I wash talking about the two I met!" He unlooped his blade, "Blödmann!!!" The Knight slammed his pommel into the left side of Hunding's face, then again into his chest. The seven foot giant buckled, as he took a step back. He lunged forward in a rightwards, diagonal slash, aimed for the King's throat. Ducking down, it met the antlers on his helmet instead. It cleaved right through both like butter.

Hunding's eyes went wide with fury, and he reached forward to grab his left arm, and threw him.

[Stop 'Holmgang'-Danheim.]

He flew across the arena as he heard snarling, once he landed and rolled to a knee, he looked up and saw a dehorned devil.

"You dare?" The King said with bloodlust, "It took me forever to put down that rebellious Yornald for this damn helm," He ripped his helmet off, "AND YOU RUIN IT?!?!" Hunding's face was scrunched up, like a snarling Dog.

The Young Knight smirked as he stood up, "Such craftsmanship doesn't befit you," Shifting his sword into its shorter form, he swiped it through the air. "Dog."

[Play 'Holmgang'-Assassin's Creed Valhalla OST.]

The King threw his helmet down onto the ground, and stomped it. "I'LL CRUSH YOU!!!" Hunding shouted as the ground shook, his prized helm crushed under heel. Rain began to fall, "I WILL BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY!!!" He stabbed his axe down into the ground by it's shaft, like planting a flag on a battlefield. "I WILL SNAP YOU LIKE A TWIG, YOU WORTHLESS ARGR!" Balling his fists and popping his hands.

"Why do you discard your weapon?" Siegfried asked, raising an eyebrow, "Preparing to yield and beg for your disgusting life?"

"No..."A evil grin spread across the man's face, "You will."

"Wh-" He didn't have the chance to speak, the King came at him, charging like a bull.

"AAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!"

The Knight slashed out with his sword, but found himself hit by the force equivalent to a truck. He was scooped up into the arms of the Barbarian, and they met the wall behind him in a explosion of dust, mud and stone. All he felt was pure unadulterated pain.

Swack! A fist smashed him further into the wall, "DIE!!!" And another, and another, and another. To the face, to the chest, to the gut, to the shoulder. Flashes of blue lit up the arena along with the lightning from the storm. And finally, a knee to the gut.

Blood came out his mouth as he was ripped from the wall and thrown like a spear. He rolled and splashed in mud, his ears rang and his vision was blurred. As he pushed himself up, he felt him coming from the vibrating ground. His eyes looked up just in time to meet the end of a boot. Next thing he knew, he was sliding in the mud until he slammed into a wall, again.

"THOR IS WITH ME!!!" The King Roared, "THE STORM HERALDS HIS BLESSING!!!" The Knight pushed himself up, and stood up on shaky legs. He saw triple the amount of Kings, where there was supposed to be only one. Balmung was out his hands and reach, he balled a fist and clumsily swung it forward.

It was caught, and he was lifted up in a twirl and slammed into the wall. Three strikes from a fist slammed into his chest, like the strikes of lightning flashing in the distance. Then, he was thrown again, but was caught by the leg. "THIS-" Siegfried felt himself collide with the ground, before being yanked up again, "-IS WHAT HAPPENS-"And meeting more mud face first, before being lifted once again, "-TO SLANDERERS!!!" The King then grabbed both of his legs and began to spin around, and around, and around.

[Stop 'Holmgang'-Assassin's Creed Valhalla OST.]

Then letting go, he flew across the arena like a shooting star. Colliding into the stone wall like a Asteroid, and a stone smashing a window. When his eyes began to open, he was on the ground. His body racked with pain, his aura had been shattered. His arm, his leg and ribs felt broken. Coughing up blood, he looked and saw the victor gloating.

"DO YOU SEE, MY PEOPLE?!?!" The King shouted, "I AM THE STRONGEST, I AM YOUR KING!!!" He declared with spread out arms, "I WILL DELIVER THOR'S WRATH UPON THE KINGDOMERS, I WILL SACRIFICE THE ENTIRE COUNCIL OF VALE TO ODIN!!!" The crowd cheered at his words, "TOGETHER, WE WILL END THE THE TYRANNY OF THE KINGDOMS, AND THE OLD WAY SHALL RETURN!!!" The crowd, his people, began to chant.

"HUN-KING, HUN-KING, HUN-KING," They cheered, their chanting louder than the storm. "HUN-KING, HUN-KING, HUN-KING, HUN-KING, HUN-KING, HUN-KING, HUN-KING, HUN-KING, HUN-KING!!!" It rang in his ears, the worship of the Man who was so revolting.

"NOW BEHOLD!" Hunding ripped his axe from the ground and raised it high, "I SHALL SEND THIS KINGDOMER TO NÁSTRÖND IN HEL!!!" They bursted out in cheers, as lightning and thunder rumbled above. "LET NIÐI HAVE HIM!!!" The King turned, and looked down at him with evil eyes and a sneer. He began to move towards him, axe in hand.

'This is it...' Siegfried realized, 'I'm gonna die...' It struck him like a arrow to the heart, 'Isolde...Mother, Father, Uncle...' His Family flashed through his mind as he laid there, his face in the mud. All the memories, all times they had. The oath of vengeance he swore in their name against the Grimm, 'Duncan, Reagan...' His Mentor and Foster Father, the Brothers who took two Atlesian orphans in, and raised them as family, 'Wayland, Jaune, Gunther...' His Best Friends. His childhood Friend who perished in Einsam along with his family, and his two friends from Ansel, the apprentice smith who smiled and worked hard towards his dreams, and his fellow aspiring Knight, the Boy his Sister loves dearly, 'Everyone...' All the people and friends from Ansel, all the spirts and survivors of Einsam, all those who had suffered from the hand of the man who was about to kill him, "I'm sorry..."

He closed his teary eyes, and accepted his fate. There was nothing to be afraid of, he had lived a Honorable, Valiant, Pious and Devout life. Gwyn would welcome him soon into the golden halls of Heaven, perhaps offer him a place among his winged Knights. He would see his Father, Mother and Uncle again. And he would meet his ancestors, his grandfather and so on. His song would never be finished, he would never be a legend, he would never find love with a woman, he would never see his people free, and Siegward's direct male descendants would end with him.

"Are you just going to accept defeat?" A familiar voice spoke, he opened his eyes to see a man standing in front of him, his back facing him. The first thing noticed was the silence around them, he glanced and saw Hunding frozen, rain drops were frozen in the air. Time had stood still, except for the man. He looked up and saw his cloak, the darkest blue with golden patterns sown into it, the image of a golden tree in its center, long roots stretching downwards, long branches reaching for the sky covered in golden leaves. Ten golden rings wrapped around it in a circle, connected like chains. His long hair was red, the same shade as his. It reached down and covered the upper part of his back.

"Such a fate is not becoming of a warrior," He turned, "Siegfried." His armor was as red as blood, on his chest plate were two golden symbols connected. A six pointed star and a upside down triangle beneath it. The symbols were connected by silver lines, making them into one symbol combined. At each of the points and in the center of the triangle, were colorful round gemstones. White, black, grey, red, blue, yellow, orange, green, purple and a multi colored gem at the bottom. But the most perplexing image of all, the Man's face was his own.

"W-Who a-are you?" He asked in disbelief, his eyes wide and mouth agape. The Man's face was exactly like his, his nose, his chin, his eyes, even his brows. The only difference was he looked older, around his early to late twenties.

A smile spread across his face, "I'm you," The Man answered, "And you are me." The declaration was a arrow to his mind.

"T-Th-This is not possible." He blinked and shook his head, "I've gone insane." It was unfathomable, inconceivable. He was his own person, he and he alone.

The Man shook his head with closed eyes, "I thought the same when I was in your position." He chuckled, "Still, it racks my mind when I think about it."

"I'm hallucinating," Siegfried thought aloud, "Or I've died."

"No," The Man denied, opening his eyes, "Your still very much alive." He slammed his fist against his chest plate, "We both are."

"Not for long, I'm going to die," He said somberly, "My aura is broken, I'm injured, and my Red Elixir is with Grane." The equation had one simple answer, "Hunding has won."

The Man frowned, and looked at him with arched eyebrows, "What did our Uncle say to us?" He asked.

"What?" His mind ached, and throbbed.

The Doppelgänger rolled his eyes, and specified, "What did Siegbert tell you about being a Hero?"

It came to him in flash, that birthday his Uncle talked to him about Heroism, Huntsmen and Knights, "A true hero never gives in." His heart pang as he thought about his Uncle, the last time he ever saw him. "But-"

"But what?!" The Man shouted, pointing down at him, "Your Sister, your friends, Ansel and countless others are depending on you!" Then threw his hand to the side, "Why would you disgrace them, and those who have already died? Your worth a more glorious death," He gestured down at him with both hands, "Not to die wallowing in mud like a pig!!"

"What can I do?" He asked, raising his head in pain, "I can't push myself up, I'm too weak."

"Ha!" His Doppelgänger laughed, "As if," He dismissed his concern with a wave, "I fell to poison, but I was strong enough to take half of those traitors down with me." His voice full of scorn, but also pride. "A broken aura, and some broken bones are nothing for us."

"Poison?" It clicked in his brain, 'Red armor, Blue cape, died by poison...' His eyes widened, his mouth opened as he blinked before saying, "It can't be, you're-"

"Not that important right now," The Champion of Light dismissed, "I'm not the Hero of this story, this is your song!"

"My song..." His was flabbergasted that the Hero from the scriptures and legends would care about that, "But how can I-"

"Together," Sigurd interrupted him again, "We can beat him." Putting his fist to his chest, he then said, "For we are one, but two all the same."

"I don't understand." Truth be told, he couldn't understand anything from the last few days. It was a descent into madness unlike any before.

"That is to be expected," A smirk flashed on his lips, before he frowned again, "But I'll tell you this," He pointed back to the frozen King, "This is not just a duel to end this Man's reign of terror." He raised and clutched his right fist tight, "This a duel of vengeance and justice," His vibrated with rage, "One two thousand years in the making."

"Vengeance?" The Twists just didn't stop coming.

"Yes," He straightened his composure, "We must fulfill an oath I made long ago," A cold look in his eyes, "One I made as I choked, one I mad as everything I built was destroyed by selfish Traitors. Hundvald will suffer my wrath through you." He raised his hands to the sky, "This Storm is not a sign of victory for him, but for you, my successor." A smile spread across his face, "It's a omen for Hunding, the gates of Helheim await him." Lowering his arms, he tightened his fists, "The old blood runs through our veins, to give up isn't in our nature." He took a step forward and lowered his hand towards him, "You must reach deep into yourself, and seize the flames of victory!" Sigurd shouted as he closed his fist for a third time, his arm vibrating, "And together, we'll put down this rabid dog!"

"Look into myself?" His brow furrowed, "How?"

"Close your eyes, and reflect upon your soul." Sigurd explained, "Think about what you fight for, think about what you love and hate, about what you want." He raised a fist, "And you should be able to find it."

Siegfried closed his eyes, and did as he said. He thought about his Mother and Father, the memories of a lifetime ago, the town festivals and the trips to Staubhafen, Fort Eisen and Mantle. Fishing on the Eisenader River, he and his Sister listening to their Uncle's stories of adventure across Anima and Sanus. Of Gunther and his friends from school, their fights with Preppy bullies, the pranks they pulled on Mr. Arbeit.

Of Duncan and his family, his Brother who adopted him. The sweltering heat of the forge, he, Wayland and Reagan hammering away at steel. The cool wind of the field, he and Jaune dueling as Duncan and Isolde watched. Of the Arc family, and the many fond memories of them. Of that loyal hound that waited for him to return home. Of Grane, his faithful steed, and the one horse who didn't make him think of that beast that trampled his Mother and unborn sibling.

Of Mantle, his homeland chained under the shadow of Atlas. Of the Faith he believes, of the church he studied and prayed at. Of the Knights of old, whom he aspired to emulate. Of his ancestors, the greatest being Siegward The Valorous, Der Letzter Reichritter. Of Ansel and Einsam, his two homes. One taken from him by a Demon, the other threatened by a Man.

Then, he thought about that for which he hated most in the world. The Dragon that took everything away from him. It's sneering laughter, it's red eyes judging him, and finding him lacking.

He could it feel, stir inside his very soul. A fire blazing hot, wrath incarnate, radiant and azure. It called out to him, and he reached for it. It took his hand, and began to wrap around his body. As he felt the pressure compress, he heard him call out. "Good job." He opened his eyes, everything was glowing blue as his Doppelgänger held out his sword to him. Holding it by the blade, for him to grasp the handle. "Destiny awaits us yet again."

Hunding smiled at his clear victory, he had shown his people his strength and what happens to those who oppose him. Both Kingdomer, and Clansman. He had broken the Knight, shattered his aura, crushed his spirt and trampled his will. The King strode forward with his axe in hands, his victim lied on the ground. Muddy and bloody, armor dented and bent. The storm waged all around him, along the praises. He was King, High King. And he would soon be King of Vale, and King of Æthel. His dream was within reach, blocked only by this would-be Hero.

Hunding readied his axe, raising it for a swift beheading. He would have this challenger join the rest in his collection. He was ten feet away, away from another victory-

[Play- 'Twilight of the Gods {metal cover}'-Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia OST]

[Any of them will do, they're all bangers.]

Light enveloped the arena like a flash of lightning as thunder rumbled. The King was both blinded by the blue light, and pushed back by its sheer power. His hand went up to shield his eyes, but the light was too radiant. When he opened them, he saw the Knight rising to his feet, sword in hand. Blue fire wrapped around him and blazed like a birthing star. His light illuminated the whole arena, all eyes drawn to his brilliance.

He raised his sword over his left shoulder, and swiped down, causing most of the flames to dissipate. "My song begins today," He said, loud and bold, he pointed his sword at Hunding, "Yours ends here!"

The King gritted his teeth, an unexpected development, but it is of no use. "Do you think that gaining your Vörðr will save-" He couldn't finish his statement, as the Knight shot forth like a shooting star. It was only through decades of experience, that he was able to parry the runesword with his axe in a split second. Their eyes met for just a moment, the Challenger's Eyes were not that of a boy, but of a Man. A Man who had fought thousands of battles, who offered no quarter.

Then, he twirled away backwards, like some sort of dancer. Stopping with a leftwards horizontal slash, blue flames shot out in a wave. Hunding uncharacteristically ducked down to the mud and rolled out of the way. Rising quickly only to meet a blade coming for his face, the King jerked his head to the side, but blood splattered and hair flew with the wind as his cheek was sliced. He had cut through aura.

In rage, he shoved the Knight back and stood up and brought his axe down upon his foe, who smirked. His axe slammed into mud, as the Kingdomer sidestepped and circled around him. Gripping his sword by the blade with his left hand, and the grip with the other, he slammed his pommel into the King's back. The Man grunted and as aura sparked, and turned with a snarl as Siegfried leap back.

He quickly turned the dial to pale green, he was almost out of wind dust, but he estimated he had just the right amount. Revving the sword, the runes turned pale green, the blue flame that obeyed him spread along its edges. As the Barbarian charged, he began swing his sword like one a whip. Fire along with wind came forth in a blue firestorm, Hunding realized too late his folly.

It washed over him, and his aura began to burn. Burn like fuel, all over his body. He began to shout and scream in pain. It was eating away at his aura, and he was sure it would burn him to cinders if it broke it. He began stomping, using his lousy Vörðr to try and stop the onslaught. The whole arena shook from the earthquake he caused, and the worthless peasants shouted. But nothing could stop the flames, until the Knight chose to stop, and he did. With a smirk across his face.

The King looked at him with unrestrained fury, his teeth cracked from the pressure he put them through. "You will die slowly."

"No, you will die quickly." Siegfried said, before he started running. Hunding moved as well. They met in a flash and clash of aura and steel. Back and forth, their weapons met. A dance as old as time itself. The King was getting sloppy, what discipline he had was waning away. Each swing, chop and twirl became repetitive and primal. He, on the other hand, seemed to become more disciplined as time went on. There was force, a guiding hand, directing his movement and his blade.

When the King's axe came in a horizontal arc, he jumped back. Grabbing his swords blade with his left hand, he thrusted forward like spear. Hunding saw his move too late, unable to recover from his own attack to block. Balmung made contact with the left side of his stomach. In a flash of black, his aura shattered, and the azure blade pierced deep into his gut.

[Stop-'Twilight of the Gods {metal cover}'-Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia OST]

The crowd went silent, but the arena was deafened by a scream, "ARRRGGGHHH!!!" The King shouted in pain and fury, his left hand lunging after the Knight. Siegfried quickly wretched his blade free in a single motion, blood and some guts following its draw. The former splattered the ground as Hunding put his hand to his mortal wound, the fire in his eyes far from extinguishing. "YOU WORTHLESS CUNT!!!" He shouted as he pushed some of his guts back in, seemingly not affected, "I'll FEED YOU TO GRIMM!!!"

His threats had no substance now, he was a dead man unless someone force fed him Red Elixir, and even that couldn't be guaranteed to heal such a mortal injury. Following the code of chivalry, he offered reprieve. "I'll give you but one chance to surrender," He aimed his sword at the Warlord, "Yield, and I'll let your children see you off as you head to Donn." A smirk wide on his face as he watched him writhe in pain.

"Surrender...?" Hunding said calmly with a stoic face, he shook his head and began to chuckle, "He~he~he..." His eyes became wild as it devolved into insane laughter, "HehehehHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!" Then shouting, "SURRENDER?!?!? NEVER!!! I AM KING!!!" Raising his axe, he declared, "EITHER A THRONE, OR VALHALLA AWAITS ME!!!"

"Then die Heathen!" The Warlord moved first, aiming to chop him in two as his axe came down. But he parried at the last moment, and with a rightwards twirl, he slashed upwards. Balmung cleaved through the haft, and slashed up his throat, chin and face. Barely missing his right eye. Rearing back, Siegfried shouted, "ITS OVER!!"

He lunged forward with the Azure sword, the King stumbled back and swung his now one-handed axe. Ducking under it, the Knight twisted his sword handle. Just as it seemed that he escaped death, the sword extended into a greatsword and shot into his chest. Blood splattered again, out his torso and his mouth.

Rage and euphoria filled the Knight's mind as he kicked the giant's knee in, and drove the blade hilt deep. More crimson ichor spat out of Hunding's mouth, his axe fell from his hand as his body convulsed. Siegfried freed his left hand and grabbed the Warlord's face, "I said I would kill you in your next life," He spoke someone else's words, there was a look of absolute terror in his defeated foe's eyes, "Now go to Hel, Traitor."

Suddenly, his hand ignited in flames. Hunding Blood-Axe's face instantly started to sizzle and melt, his eyes popping and his skin bubbling for a moment as his arms flailed in panic. Quickly removing his hand, covered in blood and burning flesh, and pulled Balmung free. Blood streamed from the blade as he swung in a twirl, "Rah!" And with a grunt and clang of metal, the King's head flew from his body.

All was silent, the clouds parted and rays of light illuminated the arena. Siegfried felt the presence within him go dormit in a instant, his body instantly felt tired and weak from the struggle. His breathing became ragged, he stumbled backwards and fell on his rump. Stabbing his sword into the ground, he unstrapped his helmet, and removed it as sunlight enveloped him, dropping it in the mud as he closed his eyes. Sweat, mud, blood and gentle rain ran down his face as he breathed in and out, taking in the silence before all hell broke loose. He had forgotten that there were hundreds of people around him.

The stands erupted into wails, and cheers.

The Blonde Man that hailed Hunding griped the railings and shouted, "NOOOO!!! NOOOO!!!"

"THE TYRANT IS DEAD!!!!" Some other man with brown hair cheered, standing up with hands raised.

"IT CANT BE, THE KING!!!" A woman wailed as she clutched her face.

"PRAISE THE GODS!!!" Another woman praised loudly.

"DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU KINGDOMER SCUM!!!" Another man shouted, pointing his finger down at him.

"OUR PRAYERS ARE ANSWERED!!!" A man in robes waved his arms, "THE USURPER IS NO MORE!!!"

And fights began to break out, as people began to find out each other's leanings, "FUCK YOU, YOU TREASONOUS ARGR!!!" A man pushed another at his side, in which he received a sucker punch in return.

"SHUT UP, YOU TYRANT BACKING NÍÐING!!!"

They continued to shout, wail, praise and fight and be obnoxious. His head started to throb, he gritted his teeth. Wiping the gore on his left hand onto his leg armor, he stood up and pulled his sword from the ground. Hunding was in front of him, blood poured out of his corpse steadily, like a cracked bottle of red wine. His head had rolled away, it was covered in mud and blood, a grotesque sight. Striding up to it, he bent down and pick it up by the hair.

"THE KING IS DEAD!!!" His voice thundered, silencing the arena, everyone looked down at him as he hoisted the former King's head up, "Behold! This is what awaits you in a war against the Kingdoms, threefold!" He strode around the arena, holding the head out for them to see, "Your leaders would rather have you march to your death, instead of rallying to stand against the Grimm that plague your lands!!" He raised his sword up, and lowered the head, "Choose your fate wisely!" Then pointed the runesword at the crowd as he rotated, "For if I must come back here with a thousand Knights at my back, such a fate that befell your vile King, might just befall you!" He dropped the head onto its body, "Pray to your gods, that your leaders honor the promise of this duel!" He swiped the gunk off his sword with one swing, and flipped it in his hands, "That is all."

The crowd went wild again as he pulled out his scroll, and flipped it open to take a photo. The authorities would need confirmation that the Warlord was taken out, a picture would have to do. After snapping a photo of the head and the muddy corpse, he pocketed his scroll. About faced, and walked up to his helmet. Picking it up by one of its bent wings, he then headed out of the arena. An axe flew at him from the crowd, but he deflected it without looking with his sword.

The guards that escorted him in stood in the entrance, they were shaken. The Knight stopped, and looked at the one who smirked earlier. "Looks like your King died a dirty dog instead." He said looking him in the eyes, before continuing on his way.

Walking down the stone halls, everyone he encountered looked at him with fear. It wasn't everyday that the strongest Man you knew was put down by a teenage Huntsmen-in-training who dressed and acted like the Knights of old, the Knights that drove back the Hill Clan raiders in the past. Siegfried figured they thought him to be the return of Sir Randgeir, the Red Knight.

When he walked out into the courtyard, he encountered the dazed face of Astrid. Her eyes wide and her expression one of profound disbelief. "You...You..."

"What did I tell you?" A smirk spread across his face, "I said I was gonna win."

Authors Note:

Well, Hunding's down for the count. The smackdown was supposed to be way more brutal, but I realized I can't have a stonecold-undertaker in the first six chapters. There's already a real villain whose supposed to do that later in the story...

The symbol on the red armor is an esoteric one.

Now there's only one chapter left of this arc...or is there?

Next Update: (June 24th-July 1st.)

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