A Small Crime

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

two warriors face each other for the final time

A Small Crime

 

"Have you anything to say?" asked a feminine voice, "Or should we just get this over with now?"

 

Across the room, stood a man, the target of questioning. He looked every part the shining heroic knight, though the only thing shining on him was the light coming in from the stain glass windows high above. He wore a dark suit of ebony armor, adorned with several small spike studs on either shoulder and a long red cloak wrapped around him, flowing like a crimson waterfall. Not a word left his mouth as he drew a large maul, and gripped it firmly in one hand. He lowered his head and gave a flourished bow as he motioned toward the woman across from him.

 

"Very well then" was the only reply given by the woman. She was also wearing an exquisite suit of armor, though it's color was a stark contrast to the dark armored man. Dressed in an almost divinely ivory colored suit of armor, it was openly adorned with golden colored ankhs. Drawing her twin sabres she also gave a flourished bow and readied herself for the fight to come. Silence filled the room as the two warriors readied themselves. The black armored man slowly raised his hand up and gestured for his opponent to come, hoping she would make the first move. His hopes would come to fruition as she charged forward and lept at him, her blades aimed menacingly at his throat.

 

A smile crossed his face though it was invisible under his skull-faced helmet. Planting his back foot he swung his maul as hard as he could, hoping to end the fight before it could even fully begin. An equally invisible smile crossed the woman's face, expecting the strike she crossed her blades in front of her to parry the blow. The maul struck mightily against the blades and she could feel her grip begin to slip and so she twisted as hard as she could and landed off to the side of the black armored warrior. The momentum of his swing was only partially deflected as his maul continued onward, smashing into the floor shattering stone. Quickly though his picked his weapon up and it was his turn to go on the defensive, for as he spun to face his nimble opponent he saw a lone blade slicing its way dangerously close to his neck. Sparks flew as her sabre clanged harmlessly against the giant maul but he did not have a chance to rest for anticipating his defense she had already launched her second strike.

 

 Turning in a vain attempt to dodge the blow a small grunt escaped his lips as the blade bit into the soft unprotected flesh near his shoulder. The cut wasn't particularly deep, but already he could feel the tender muscles in his shoulder tighten in response to the blow. Withdrawing back into a defensive stance the ivory armored woman readied herself for the inevitable attack that no doubt be headed her way. She had fought against his type before. Arrogant and proud, no doubt he was furious at having been struck, and by a woman no less. She could see the attack in her mind, he would be slowly poisoned by rage and launch reckless attack after attack at her. She would play the overmatched maiden and slowly he would lower his guard and think he had the upper hand. That would be when she would strike, there was little doubt in her mind that this fight was anything but over already.

 

But his attack never came. He just stood there stoic and motionless. It appeared she had made a mistake. As she reran the scenario in her head she didn't notice that she had ever so slightly dropped her guard. Across from her however her slight movement had not gone unnoticed and that was when the attack came. Cursing for losing herself in thought she quickly brought her weapons up in a vain attempt to block the unexpected attack as the head of the maul came roaring at her like a stampeding bull. The blades did little more than to merely add sparks to the ferocious strike as the massive head of the maul struck into her like a ram against a castle gate. The force of the blow sent her flying against the far wall, as she crashed into it her left arm went limp and she lost her grip on one of her blades. Blurred images filled her vision as she saw the man slowly start heading for where she lay.

 

His stride was confident and commanding as he crossed the floor to his wounded prey. She had violated his home, come seeking her righteous justice. What did she know of justice? She was still young and naive in the ways of the world. He was certain that he had snuffed at least some of her flame with that last blow, though he wasn't ready just yet to end the fight. She had come to teach him the lesson of law, instead he would see to it she would be taught the lesson of the world. As he approached her a thin smirk crossed his face. She had managed to regain some of her footing and was now holding her remaining sabre in hand, defiantly aiming it at him as if she could actually cause him harm. A quick slap with his weapon had sent her blade tumbling out of her hand and caused her to fall limply to her knees. He could tell by the defeated look of her body that her lesson had been learned. It was a hard lesson and it had pained him some when he saw the result of his mighty blow, but it was necessary.

 

He stood towering over her crumpled form. Victory was his. He turned slowly, and made ready for his final move. Staring up at him the woman watched almost helplessly as he turned to make ready his inevitable killing blow. Ever slowly she tried to move her numb left arm and groped around until finally she grasped the hilt of her sword. As he began turning back to face her she quickly lunged forward and plunged her sword at the menacing man who had threatened to end her life. As her blade sunk into his partially exposed side she noticed that he had only one hand on his weapon. Looking down she noticed the other hand was grasping something under his cloak. A warm sensation began to flood over her hand causing her to release her grip on the sword and take a step back and press herself against the wall behind her.

 

A loud crash could be heard as his massive hammer tumbled from his hand and smashed into the stonework of the floor below. Swaying the onyx armored man braced himself against the wall and slowly withdrew his hand from under his cloak. Her eyes widened as she was greeted not with a dagger to her throat as she had expected, and instead the man held a simple crimson petaled flower. Leaning forward he pressed it into her hands and whispered gently into her ear, then collapsed in her arms.

 

"I love you


Submitted: November 25, 2018

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