swords men

quite the tournament

The next morning, type got up early to train more has he didn't know who he was going to be up against, to then be in a car with his father to be eyeing out the other window.
Just do this stupid tournament, get it done, you don't have to see him until next year, hopefully you two will be pinned against each other now and you can fight the other next year.
Type took in a very deep breathe to then wrap his arms about himself, for the car to finally get to it's destination.
Type took in a deep breathe to then get out of the car to follow behind him to keep his head down. He didn't want to see tharn.
They then went about for type to have to go and sit with the four chairs to then sit to the end, to slowly peer his eyes to the side to see the other two to see the 4th emptied.
Type rolled his eyes to then look right back down.
This tournament needs to happen and fast! Want to get the fuck out of here!
Type then moved his head up to watch over the director of this has he started his speech to then call the names for type to sign.
Why can't I fucking just fight him now!
Type then hung his head has tharn and anothers name was called.
Type balled his hands into fists.
Don't watch! Don't fucking.......ooow!
Type felt a lot of pain to his foot to then eye up has tharn was before him to be taking in very long and deep breathes to eye over him without one facial expression to have stomped his foot to then go forward to go to the stage.
Type gulped to then move his foot up to rub.
What the hell was that......ugh! I told him we were over! He chose to leave! Not the other way around!
Type then slowly moved his foot down to keep his eyes up to watch the two get into position to eye has they started to fight.
Types lips parted has tharn was fighting fast, to then start to fight slow, he made a face.
Guess he can learn.....
Type rolled his eyes to continue to watch too see it was becoming more brutal, he started to breathe heavier.
Tharn then turned to cut into the others back to then kick them down for the other to go straight down to turn to raise there hands.
"I give! I give!"
Tharn was over them with his sword drawn to breathe heavily to then move back to turn his head to eye over type who then looked down.
Why the hell did you look at me!
The announcer then called tharn the winner for him to leave from the other end to then go to his chair, for them to call type and the other.
Type stood to take in a deep breathe.
Just get it over with.
Type then went to the stage to go to the corner to pick a sword to then go to his stance has the other eyed over him to be breathing in deep. Type eyed over them to then have a thought.
What if......I let this other beat me? Then I don't have to fight tharn in the end.
Type started to breathe heavily to eye over him, for the announcer to then have them start.
Type went and hard to the other to grit his teeth and there has his thought went through his head.
I think I need to let this guy win, I do that, no more tharn.
Type then moved in a way for the other to almost get him, for type to have accidentally so a move he was taught to then move back to let his sword up.
Damnit! No I need to let him win. Ugh..... Harder to do with all my training.
Type took in a deep breathe to try again and again, he's training was not helping him.
He then went back after he hit the other and hard with his sword to be breathing heavily to keep his sword up has the other was to a corner to be doing the same.
Type then took in a very deep breathe to then charge for the other to do the same, to actually knock type to the ground to be over him to have his sword pressed to his for the two to be grunting with the others strength, for type to accidentally peer his eyes to tharn who was to the edge of his seat to still have no facial expression for type to then allow the other to push his sword down to then widen his eyes to turn his head, tharn actually stood, types eyes darted to then turn his head to look up.
Ugh! Even if we're over, if this other wins......guess you really want to fight me when we're 18, guess..... You really do want to..... Kill me....
Type gritted his head to then start to fight back.
So be it! Then I can get over you!
Type then moved his sword up for tharn to then sit to eye over this for type to then win.
Type stood to be breathing heavily for the announcer to then call tharn, for him to get up there to stand to the other side, for type to have his head hung to be breathing in and deep to grip his sword harder has the announcer said they would be the final two.
Type then rolled his eyes to let the sword go through his fingers to then turn to leave, everyone watched for him to then leave the area for his father to get up mad that he left in such a way.
To the car, his father hit him over his head for his behavior for them to go back in silence, going about he went straight to his room to take a shower to wash the day away to then go to his room, dressed in a shirt and his boxers to be eyeing down to his hands to grit his teeth here and there.
So...... It's going to be us two...... Didn't really have a doubt against that. Then it'll be over. I need to start to train to make sure this bastard doesn't kill me.
Type closed his eyes to place his hand to the mark that used to be there to sign.
I will get over him. Will get over this bullshit!
Type then slowly opened his eyes to then get up to go to his dresser to place on his sweat pants to leave his room.
To his room, sulina was to his desk to be researching places types nanny might be, to sign, he still couldn't find a thing.
Hearing a knock, he then pushed himself from his desk to then go about to open the door to eye over type who was standing there with his head hung.
"Mm, believe congratulations are in order. I heard and......"
"I..... Want my birthday gift now."
Sulina made a confused face.
"I'm so sorry I don't......"
Type took a step closer to then move his head up to eye over him.
"I...... Want to have sex..... With you."
Sulinas eyes widened to then move the door open wider to keep his eyes on type who then took in a very deep breathe to then go inside.
Good bye tharn.