Before either of them took another step closer, they circled around the edge of the ring. Raash still bore a wide smile, but Rory was much more determined. He knew what he had to do, but he was afraid to do it.
Suddenly, it all began before he was ready. Raash charged forward and swung his sword high. Without thinking, Rory ducked underneath and backed off a little. Again, the blade sailed through the air, but he managed to dodge once more.
Before he could attack again, Raash found Rory's sword clashing against his own. After a small pause, he pushed away and stabbed out.
Rory spun out of the way and smashed his own weapon into Raash's side. He stumbled a few steps back, but regained his balance quickly. Without hesitating, he charged forward again.
This time, Rory attacked him, catching him by surprise. He managed to deflect the attack, but the impact sent him back a step or two. He seemed quite surprised.
"You're a better swordsman than I expected. I must commend you on your skills," Raash said as a grin returned to his face. "However, this has gone on too long."
Rory said nothing, but instead tried once more to attack. Raash was suddenly much faster. He moved out of the way and swung from behind. Somehow, Rory saw the attack coming and threw his hands behind his head. His sword ran parellel to his body as the other blade crashed against it. Rory pulled the sword back to his front, causing Raash's to slide off the cold steel and almost out of his hands.
Rory spun around to meet his enemy and their eyes connected. Raash's eyes were bright, but something about them seemed terrifying. Time slowed as their eyes ripped apart again.
Deciding to back off, Rory waited for the next attack. Within seconds, Raash was running toward him once more. Just as he was close enough to attack, he spun to one side and disorientated the other. Before he could even find Raash, something made contact with his abdomen.
It was thin, but very powerful. He stumbled to the ground from the impact and nearly let go of his own sword.
As he tried to collect his thoughts, Raash raised his weapon over his head. Rory notived it at the last second and rolled on his back. The sword bounced off the hard stone, but Raash swung sideways again, skimming the ground. He rolled once more, feeling the blade swish past his shoulder.
He then saw his opening and stabbed his sword staight out. He felt it make contact with something and looked up to see what it was. Raash's eyes were wide and he was frozen in place. The tip of Rory's sword was pressing firmly against his chest, but did not pierce his armor.
Just as Rory pushed to send the blade through, Raash jumped back. He slowly climbed to his feet as his enemy spoke again.
"Very impressive," he admitted. "But I do grow tired of this."
Just as Rory regained his footing, another attack had begun. Like lightning, Raash was swinging in every direction he could and somehow not drop his defence for a single second. He tried to deflect some of the attacks, but he felt some of them hit his armor. Even though it didn't do much damage, it certainly weakened him.
Finally, he saw an opening. Everything seemed to freeze as Raash spun around to expose his back. Rory swung up to hit him, but the other spun too quickly and their swords smashed into each other once again.
He didn't expect the counter-attack, and his sword was sent in the opposite direction. Making sure the sword didn't come loose from his hand, Raash stumbled after it.
This time, Rory attacked. His back was exposed once more, and it appeared to be the perfect opportunity. That's when everything went wrong.
Just as he reached his enemy, he noticed Raash's sword spinning around again. He saw it at the last moment, but it far too late for him to react. The hilt made contact with his face, causing him to drop his weapon and fall back to the cold, hard ground.
Blood was running from his nostril, and he could feel a large gash on the right side of his face. There was so much pain that everything else faded away.
"I always did love this sword," Raash mocked between heavy breaths.
"Oh, how long have I been waiting for this day! Your father proved to be such a pathetic duelist. He barely put up a fight!"
"Stay away from him!" Romesh screamed out.
Without even acknowledging the outburst, Raash continued, "You were much more fun to battle. But alas, it was foolish to try. Now I'll have to give you the same fate as your father."
Raash stood directly over Rory's body. They stared at each other for a long time, but was broken when Raash raised his sword.
"I won't let you do this!" Romesh yelled again.
"In time, you'll join him," Raash answered.
"I'll kill you before you touch him," Romesh stated firmly. He drew an arrow and knocked it in his bow, pointing directly at Raash's head.
"Don't you dare fire that arrow, Romesh!" he yelled, finally turning his gaze to him. "If you do, I'll give my men the order to kill everyone here!"
That's when Rory saw his last chance. With a strong kick, he hit Raash's hand, sending the sword of Kings into the crowd. Romesh reached up and snatched it from the air, holding it tight for himself.
Rory kicked again, hitting Raash's stomach. He bent over as the air was forced from his lungs. As his enemy struggled to regain his breath, Rory hoisted himself to his feet.
Once they were standing, they turned and both of them noticed the sword lying at one side of the room Their eyes turned to meet each other, but was broken when they quickly made a mad dash toward it.
They both pushed each other back and forth as they ran. Finally, Raash gained a lead, but Rory grabbed him and tried to pull him back. Raash wouldn't let it happen and smashed his elbow against the other's face. Fortunately, he turned his head away and deflected some of the impact.
Raash bent over and grabbed the sword in one hand. He spun around, bringing the sword around with him. Rory had to think fast in order to save his life, but only one thing came to mind.
Just as Raash's face turned to meet his own, he swung his hand. Within seconds, his claws had scraped across the other's scales. A number of red gashes covered Raash's face and quickly began to bleed heavily. The sword dropped to the ground along with Raash, covering his face with his hands.
"How could you use your own claws as weapons?" he managed to say through his pain.
"You killed my father and nearly killed me. Quite frankly, I wouls say you got the better end of the deal. After all, you aren't dead."
Slowly, Rory turned to his men. He was about to begin when something grabbed him from behind. Raash had his hands around his neck, trying to kill him one last time. Rory could barely breate, but managed to get to one of the cave walls in time. He turned and smashed his attacker against the jagged rocks, which caused him to let go. Somehow, he stayed on his feet and lunged once more at Rory. He bent over, sending Raash onto his back, and then quickly straightened again. Raash rolled off his back onto the ground.
He climbed back to his feet and prepared to attack again. "I refuse to die like this! Do you hear me? I am the rightful king of these lands!"
"Rorakesh!" he heard Romesh yell. When he turned to see his brother, the sword of Kings was sailing through the air and soon landed firmly in Rory's hands.
As he spun to meet his enemy once again, the sword slashed across Raash's chest, sending him stumbling back a few steps. Rory made sure to finish the job and stabbed the blade forward.
This time, it wasn't a "close call." Raash stared at the sword, now planted deeply in his stomach. His eyes wandered back to Rory's, who swiftly yanked the sword out again.
Without another sound, his eyes drifted off and he collapsed back to thwe cave floor in a head. Everyone one of his soldiers were stunned to see that their master had been slain.
He looked over everything again and finally dropped the sword to the floor. His knees buckled and he eventually gave up, lying flat on his back. His breathing was heavy and he struggled to keep his eyes open.
"You did it! I can't believe that we can finally take the Tynes Marsh back to the old ways!" Romesh yelled as he ran to help his brother.
"Anything I can get for you, King Rorakesh?" he said with a smile.
"Yeah," Rory answered quietly. "Bring me a bed."
He heard everyone laugh as they helped him back to his feet. They began to walk back down the hallway out of the room with Rory in the lead.
Their king had finally returned after all.