swords men

plan b is the end of us

Waking the next morning, type was a hollow shell, he was sitting to the edge of his bed to have a stained face given he had stayed up almost all night crying over tharn and the fact the two were over.
Type took in deep breathes to then move his head up a bit to look to his door to see sulina come after he had been knocking for a moment.
"Type? What is going on? You need to get ready."
Sulina went to type to be confused with his deamonor to stop right in front of him to eye him over.
"Type?"
Type looked to sulina with nothing to his eyes to slowly look further up.
"It's.... Time?"
Sulina took in a deep breathe to nod.
"Yes but, what is going on with...."
Type got up to then go to the bathroom.
"Sulina..... Just don't..... Let my father know I'll be ready in 10."
Sulina watched type go to place his hand to his neck to rub to then turn to leave to be worried about him..
Type went to the bathroom to have his hands to the sink to have his head hung to take in deep breathes to then move his head up to eye over himself.
Do.... What needs to be done...... Tharn.....has done nothing but play you, used you.......
Type gulped and hard to take in another breathe to then go about to get dressed has he felt nothing.
After he went to leave without eating for him to go straight outside for him to go to the car for his father to be there to then place his hand to his chest for type to stop to then step back, with his head hung, his father had a cigarette to his mouth to inhale to then take it away to flick the end to eye over him.
"What's with you?"
Type turned his head to continue to be docile.
"Nothing."
"Mm..... Better win, either or, I'll be losing a son today if you don't."
Aawut inhaled more of his cigarette to then flick to away to then get in the car.
"Fucking mistake."
Type took in a deep breathe to shake his head to then get into the car to be driven away to not think one thing, getting to the place, type went about to then leave his father to go to the stage to sit down to a chair to have his head hung to not be mentally entirely there..
Types body stiffened has he heard the other chair, to then turn his head the other way for his heart to beat and fast in his chest for him to ball his hands to either side.
He hated to be anywhere near tharn, however there wasn't any really choice.
The announcer then came on stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have had quite the year, now there are only two left, a duungis and a naramata. Only one can win, who ever does will get a special prize. Who shall win?"
The announcer continued on for aawut to wrap his arms about himself has he was to the audience to then turn his head a bit to see tharns father a few seats away to be staring him down, aawut gulped to flex his jaw to then turn his head forward to shake it a bit.
Better kill that son of a bitch type!
Aawut took in a very deep breathe to look over his son while tharns father kept looking to aawut.
"Now the long wait is over, Mr. Duungis, Mr. Naramata gather your weapons and let's see who will win!"
The announcer moved away for someone to come out to gather there chairs, for type and tharn to go to there sides to see the wall of swords for them to gather each for type to remain there to take in a very deep breathe to then slowly turn for him to look over tharn who was already to the middle of the ring with his sword drawn, no emotion to his face, to have his stance, type shook his head to eye down..
Fucking used me!
Type tightened his grip to the sword to then walk over to the middle to be a bit away from tharn to hold up his sword to move into his stance for them to eye the other.
The announcer went in to eye them both to raise up his arm to then lower it quick to move back.
Type and tharn didn't move, type then narrowed his eyes has the seconds seemed to tick by, type then started to move to the side for tharn to move away, type gritted his teeth to move and act just like tharn, he moved to him and hard for tharn to act like type, to position his sword in defensive.
Type gritted his teeth to try and go harder at him for tharn to continue to be defensive.
Type then moved back to draw out his sword to go about.
What the fuck are you doing! Make a mother fucking move!
Type kept trying to get at tharn and hard for him to continue to act like type would for him to grow in anger to then move back to circle to keep his eyes to him to then think..
Your..... Wanting me to get tired, then your going to kill me!
Types eyes widened for him to continue to circle for tharn to do the same, aawut then moved forward to really eye the two.
What are you two doing? Fucking end it!
Type and tharn continued to circle the other, for tharn to make a face has he heard people from the audience getting annoyed, he didn't want to go with plan d but after last night, he had too.
Tharn then started to act like himself for type to act like himself for them to continue to to go and hard at the other, for type to then go to the right for him to stop to blink rapidly to shake he then turned his head to look over tharn has he felt a horrible pain to his back, tharn turned his head to really eye him to go to his ear.
"Stay, the fuck down! Listen to me for once! You lost this!" He whispered.
Types body tensed has he felt cold metal leave his flesh to gasp to then fall to his knees to take a hand back to see blood for his eyes too widen, he actually felt that.
Tharn looked him over to drop the knife he had to then look to the announcer for him to get up to start to go to him for the audience to roar he won and to actually finish it.
Type breathed and heavily has he felt the pain to feel something else, to grow with a rage he never felt before to grit his teeth and hard, to snap his head to the side to shake.
This.....bastard...... Is trying to kill me! I fucking knew it!
Has tharn started to go towards the announcer to know he was disqualified he then stopped to part his lips for the announcer to stop to eye over.
Tharn turned his head to look down to see type to his knees, hands to the end of the handle to his blade has he shoved that knife to his back to be breathing heavily to then slowly look up with a hard face.
"You were right tharn, love.... Destroys.....I don't love you, and I hope with this wound you mother fucking die!"
Type shoved it more in to twist for tharn to fall to his knees for type to fall back wards to breathe heavily has everything he ever felt for tharn to die for him to start to feel cold, he then turned his head to peer his eyes down to see tharn had fallen to his stomach to twitch here and there for type to slowly eye back up.
"I really...... Hope you..... Die! Tharn naramata! Fucking die!!!!"
Type then saw white to pass out.