White Knight

Fight to the death

Your pov.

Landing easily right next to the black night grabbing his wrist, and teleporting away from the young boys in the field. While thinking of an abandoned building on the outskirts of New York. After opening your eyes the second time, there is the light smell of rain, that you can hear poring on the metal roof above, as the rain falls through the holes in the metal roof, the empty warehouse echoes the sounds of your footsteps as you jump away from the Black Knight. "Move in. Chess Pierce removed" You call as you press your earpiece met with silence. As the Black Knight readies himself self a full smile now appearing on his lips. The rain is now pouring down, the sound of thunder rippling through the air. Pulling the swords off your back, and spinning them to the side he grabs his blade. "Are you too much of a coward to show your face?" I laugh as I pull up my Hood to shelter myself from the rain making its way through the roof. The Knight in front of me laughs, the sound of it is familiar, holding his sword in his right hand his left one is free, neither of us moving. "After all these years, A coward, pathetic White Knight. You should have recognised me the day you stepped back into England." His left hand moved to his hood lifting it only to reveal his face. The eyes that met mine were full of hate not what they had shown me previously. His face now wet covered with rain, I was rendered speechless. When the sound through my ear knocked me back into focus. "The kids are safe L/n. Come home safe and we can have that date." Natashas voice soothed me, remembering what I was fighting for my eyes never left his. I couldn't respond to her, but the fact that she said yes gave me more to fight for.
"James." I spat out his name with pure venom, hatred like fire burning behind me. He lifted his sword to a ready position, holding it within both hands. "You sure we can't just talk this out?" I laughed sarcastically, his hood fell back to covering his entire face. "You betrayed me, your brothers and you came back, you should have died that day with dignity." He spat as he started to close the distance between us. "You didn't kill me properly, you won't get a second chance." I lifted my blades to block the sword charging for my head, the sound flew through the air matching the lightning that lit up the sky outside. Our movement was rapid. Flashes of metal, in front of us. Fighting with anger and to the death. Shifting throughout the warehouse, the floor now wet from the rain. I was losing my balance. He sliced my leg the pain making me hiss, and drop to my knee. Luckily managing to block his next attack I used my second attack to reach his side. He stumbled back. Getting back to my feet. James sword lightly scratched my forehead, as he swung it at me. Our swords clashed again, he used his blade to throw the one from my left hand across the floor. He kicked my chest, which knocked me back. The air in my lungs left me as his boot hit my chest. Adrenaline flying through me I charged at him ignoring the pain in my leg, cutting his arm making him weaker. Our blades met again equal in strength I kicked him away, and our swords continued to batter against each other, sweat and blood dripping down my face. I could taste the salty metallic taste of the two on my lips. He lunged at me again, dodged the sword. I missed he had grabbed a knife. He sliced my side. Recovering from his attack his sword clashed with mine. We both tried to disarm one another. Our swords flew out of reach. Pounding punches into one another now, hitting his ribs and his face. James was aiming for my wounds. I heard a crack as I hit his nose. Blood now across all my knuckles. He swung his leg at me with crashed against my wound. Shooting pain through me. Gritting through the pain, throwing more punches at him, I was growing tired, the blood loss wasn't helping. Aiming for his jaw he grabbed my wrist and grabbed my throat, he threw me into the concrete wall. My head smashed against it, my vision blurred. I could see his figure moving, I tried to stand. My body refused. a flash of gold was now with his figure. He slowly walked towards me, clutching my side, focusing on him. "Kill me properly this time." I spat as he got closer. Raising his sword above his head. "I should have done this the first time." His voice raised as he brought the sword down into my chest, his body leaning over mine. I clicked the pen in my hand and it pats out the blade from it and into his chest. pushing it further into him with all my remaining strength. His body collapsed onto mine.

Coughing and wheezing. I closed my eyes, letting the pain take over, only to see darkness, a whisper escaped me, "Goodnight James."