Zeravia's Five

forty-seven

Tate swung his sword left and right, relentless to bring William down. He still had work to do, he still had people to take out in order to ensure his friends' safety. They might hate him for the things he had done and the things he would do, but he was doing it all for them. All the killing, the horrible things he would hate himself for forever, it was all for them. That was the excuses used by the Elders and William whenever they made him bleed or cry, it was a lame excuse, but for once, that excuse was true.

Their swords clung together, the older man getting angrier by the way Tate was left indifferent to his attacks. He dodged at the right time, he was as quick as he had always been. He needed to get the boy off of his game if he wanted to have a chance. Getting him to mess up would grant him a chance to break skin. After that it would all come tumbling down until he would inevitably die at the hands of his own father. The only thing he knew could rattle Tate was his friends and he had just the right bomb to drop on him, one to make him question his plan.

William jumped back, creating distance between him and his son, panting softly. Both of them were still unarmed. It annoyed the man to see the other so nonchalant. This attitude he had, the way he thought of himself as better... it infuriated William. He had never held himself with so much attitude in the past. It was all because back then, his friends were easy to reach, but now that he had no control over them... Tate was no longer afraid. He didn't have to worry about them anymore.

"Cassie was sent to kill Isobel," William shouted, searching for a hint of worry anywhere on Tate's face, but none came, "Also... my second wave of soldiers..." that got the boy's attention and the man smirked, "They weren't sent to Vyrdam, they were sent to the village that took you in... we're gonna make sure to kill them all this time,"

Tate's brows drew closer together, his eyes growing a bit. He had no trouble believing that was something the man could've done. If Joyce had made the mistake to go back there, she would die. The boy looked at the crow that had been watching everything. He gave it a small nod and watched it fly away. If this bird could tell him wether or not that threat was real and if it was, was Joyce in danger, then he would be able to fight with a peaceful mind.

Turning his head back to face his father, he felt William's sword slice at his thigh, wincing and slightly leaning to one side. He clenched his jaw and felt the man's foot kicking his chest, sending him to the floor. His sword bounced out of his hands leaving him defenceless. William chuckled proudly, fighting dirty always was his only skill. If that was the game he wanted to play, his son would play along with him with no issues at all. He had no problem showing the older man that even without a weapon, he was not afraid of him.

Tate pushed himself back up, dodging two of William's attack before kicking one of his knees in earning a loud grunt mixed with curses that echoed off the walls. His father gripped onto his sword more and swung it maniacally in front of him, forcing Tate to jump back. The man used that one second during which the boy was unbalanced, right before landing. He tossed a dagger, watching it jab itself into his son's other leg. Now he would have a difficult time walking on both legs. William stood back up, his knee most-likely completely fucked from that kick, but at least, he still had one good leg.

Tate groaned, pulling the dagger out from his leg, panting softly as he looked up from where he was crouched. He glared at his father and shook his head, "There you go again dad... celebrating when you're far from winning," he said and grinned.

The man frowned, wondering what could possibly tilt the chances in the boy's favour. His eyes widened when Tate pushed himself up, biting down on his lip to try and get ahold on the pain shooting up both of his legs. He swung the dagger swiftly, slashing through William's forearms, letting out a wicked chuckle when the man dropped his weapon before being punched to the ground.