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Spellblade was simply sharpening his sword, as he usually does before leaving the stronghold, when someone stormed over to him with accusation written all over their face.
Sentinel.
“You,” she spat, pointing at him, “are a coward.”
Spellblade wasn’t exactly sure what to say to that. She’d never talked to him before, and that was the first thing she said to him?
“Mind giving an explanation?” Spellblade said eventually.
“I saw you fighting Tiaggro and you ran away.”
Spellblade thought for a few seconds. “I ran to collect a healing crystal.”
Sentinel crossed her arms. “Once a coward, always a coward.”
“Okay, you’re hurting my feelings now.”
“Good. You hurt my pride.”
“Why? You haven’t even talked to me until now.”
Sentinel raised an eyebrow. “That’s just a lie. Remember when Barbarian bought loads of alcohol and we had a celebration? You talked to me then.”
Spellblade barely remembered that day. He got a little too drunk. “What did I say?”
“You said you were impressed by my skills in battle and that you’d love to duel with me someday.”
“Hmm.” Now that she mentioned it, he did remember that. But he was friendly with everyone, so he didn’t remember many of the things he’d said to people. He liked to dish out compliments to all the Void Hunters because he was proud to be one and be with such strong and skilled people. Well, apart from Death Knight. But Spellblade still complimented his horse.
“Well? Do you remember?”
“Vaguely, yes,” he replied. “How come you remember it so well?”
“I’ve been trying to find you so we can duel but we’re always here at different times. But after that display of cowardice, I’m not sure I want to anymore.”
Spellblade rose to his feet and holstered his sword. “I think it’s the perfect time to duel. We’ll see whether I am a coward or not.”
Sentinel watched him for a few seconds before nodding. “You’re right. Let’s go.”
They made their way to an open area and Void Hunters were already starting to surround them, exciting for what was to come.
“Go Spellblade!” yelled Barbarian. “You got this, buddy!”
Spellblade nodded at him. He’d try his best.
Sentinel readied her bow. “Are we using other skills or just our weapons?”
“Just weapons, I think. I don’t want to tear you to shreds.”
She smiled. “Isn’t that something a coward would say?”
“We’ll see, won’t we?”
“On three!” Barbarian shouted. “One, two, three, FIGHT!”
Spellblade charged forward sword-first. Sentinel easily dodged and shot an arrow into his shoulder.
“You’re fast, I’ll give you that,” Spellblade said, hurling an arcane ball toward her, which she dodged again.
He blocked an arrow with his sword and charged forward again.
“And you’re pretty relentless,” replied Sentinel. She stepped back and shot another arrow, but it fell to the ground miserably.
Spellblade took this second of vulnerability to fling the arcane power from his blade. It shot toward her like a spear and pierced through her, lodging into the cliff behind her.
He pulled the arrow from his shoulder and tossed it back to Sentinel. “Here. I won’t make it too hard for you.”
She picked it up, muttering to herself. The wound from his previous attack was bleeding and he knew she didn’t have much fight left in her. He also knew that she knew this.
Which is probably why she pulled back the string of her bow for a few seconds before an onslaught of arrows shot towards him.
He knew at that point he didn’t stand a chance. It seemed no matter how many arrows sank into his flesh, Sentinel wasn’t satisfied.
Eventually after what felt like a hundred arrows in him, Sentinel stopped. He was lucky all wounds healed quickly in the stronghold, or he’d most certainly be dead. He pulled out each arrow, never breaking eye contact with Sentinel.
“Oh no! And it seems Sentinel won!” Barbarian shouted. “Congrats!”
Sentinel didn’t reply. She was too busy watching Spellblade pull out each of her arrows from his skin. He wondering if she enjoyed watching him suffer. Probably. She seemed the type.
Once he’d finished, she sauntered over and picked up her arrows, still not looking away from him. With every arrow back in her quiver, she stood up straight and put her hand out. Of course, he shook it.
“Nice duelling with you, Spellblade,” she said, squeezing his hand.
“And you, Sentinel,” he replied, squeezing back. “Am I still a coward?”
Sentinel let go of his hand and crossed her arms. “We’ll see next time you go into the fray, won’t we?”
“I suppose we will, yes.”