Post by Katty on Mar 14, 2010 22:56:59 GMT 10
TORTALL FANFICTION SMACKDOWN
Round Two Fight B - Winner
Round Two Fight B - Winner
Dom rounded a corner, engrossed in the page he was reading. He held the page close to his face - he told himself it was because it was night and he could hardly read it, but really, he knew it was because underneath the smell of wax and the leather of the messenger’s bag, there was a hint of Kel. He was so absorbed in the letter that he rounded a corner and- “Oof.”
Dom took a step back, jolted out of his trance. He squinted to see the face of the body he’d run in to. Owen of Jesslaw stood there, glaring at him.
“Apologies, Sir Owen.” Dom grinned at the younger man, to show there were no hard feelings.
The knight glared at him. “I’ve been looking for you, Masbolle – care to take a walk along the ramparts with me?”
Dom felt uneasy at the gleam in Owen’s eye. “Alright, I suppose,” he agreed cautiously. Silently, he checked his belt for the knife there. It was within easy reach – perhaps tonight wouldn’t be a completely waste.
The two men climbed the stairs to the rampart. Dom let Owen lead him, sneaking his belt knife out of its holder while the younger man couldn’t see. Eventually, they reached the top, and Owen lead Dom to a corner obscured from the sentry.
“Masbolle,” Owen began, “You’ve become a bit of a problem. I need you to back off.” He drew his sword. “Stay away from Kel, or I’ll make you!” He slid the sword back into its sheath. “Am I clear?”
“Perfectly.” Dom growled. He launched himself at Owen, knife drawn. Owen stumbled back into the wall, narrowly avoiding the knife. Dom stabbed at Owen a second time, and again Owen evaded the blade. Owen scrambled away from Dom, drawing his sword.
“You’re a fool, Masbolle.” Owen warned. “I’m a trained knight.” He swung at Dom, who ducked in time.
Glancing around, Dom grabbed an unlit torch and brought it up just in time to block Owen’s next blow. The wood chipped, but held. Quickly, Dom thrust it into the lit cauldron behind him, lighting the torch.
Owen saw the flaming torch, and drew back slightly. He needed to get Dom into a corner and finish him off. The flame was just an inconvenience.
“Argh!” Dom rushed at Owen, torch outstretched. Owen swung his blade, cutting the torch in half. The flame dropped between them, sending up sparks that momentarily blinded them. Heat raced up Owen’s sword, and he dropped it with a clatter. They were both blinded and unarmed.
Dom took the opportunity. With a roar, he launched himself at Owen, tackling the knight. They wrestled on the ground, throwing punches and kicks without any real power, hoping their vision would return.
Dom’s came back first. Groping for the sword, his hands clasped around its hilt. He swung wildly, cutting Owen in the shoulder. Owen rolled away, holding his arm in agony. Dom advanced on him, sword drawn. Owen scrambled towards the stairs.
“Prepare to die, Jesslaw.” Dom snarled. “Keladry is mine.” He stood over Owen, and lifted the sword, ready to strike.
Suddenly, Owen kicked Dom's feet out from under him. Dom fell towards Owen, sword still in hand. Owen shoved Dom and the sword away from him.
Dom tried to grab Owen, but he missed, and tumbled down the stairs, the sword clattering down with him.
Owen dragged himself to his feet, ready to be killed by Dom. What he saw though, was not what he expected. Dom was lying halfway down the stairs with the sword sticking out of his chest. At some point during the tumble, it had lodged himself in his chest. Dom was dead.
Staggering down the stairs, Owen spat on the mangled corpse. “Looks like I won this round, Masbolle!”
FINAL TALLY
Domitan of Masbolle: 172
Owen of Jesslaw: 175
Total: 347
VICTOR: Owen of Jesslaw
Owen will now advance to the semi-finals!!
A big thank you to EVERYONE who participated.
Domitan of Masbolle: 172
Owen of Jesslaw: 175
Total: 347
VICTOR: Owen of Jesslaw
Owen will now advance to the semi-finals!!
A big thank you to EVERYONE who participated.