Dragonkiin

Chapter 4

My left hand quickly went over to my right arm in an attempt to cover my tattoo. "I told you no!" I yelled at her. Their face showed suspicion to my actions. They've probably figured it out by now. I'm the Satan they've never expected to see again. "I need to step outside," I excused myself.

"Wait!" Robert entered. I looked back at him and the others who joined.

"Why are you covering your right arm like that? Is there something you're trying to hide? Something like a tattoo maybe?" He trolled. I widened my eyes. Though I wasn't that surprised he figured it out. The women gasped, and the men blocked the way out. 

"There is nothing to hide!" I defended myself. 

"Then show us your arm," He said. 

"I choose what I want to do, and I don't take orders from anyone," I sassed. He narrowed his eyes.

"Perhaps, I'm assuming, that just maybe you are that cursed Satan, yes?" He asked with caution. There was a long silence. I glanced at the door, trying to calculate the percentage of actually getting through this huge crowd. I'm not good with numbers! Who am I kidding!

"So you think so? What makes you say that?" I asked, buying time. 

"Don't mess around with me. What other reason could you hide your right arm for?" He asked. I stumbled on that question. All my answers sounded too stupid and suspicious. Why was I scared to admit who I was? It's not like they'll kill me. No, they probably will. I closed my eyes and grinned, removing my hand off my tattoo, and removing my bandanna. Oh well.

"There, does the truth comfort you now?" I asked him. Everyone glared at me. The swordsman drew his sword. 

"They didn't get rid of you. I knew it!" He told me. 

"I'm not going to die by their filthy hands, believe it!" I told him. I needed a sword immediately. My wooden one won't put a scratch on him.

"I got this!" He told the others, charging at me. I grabbed one of the plates, and blocked his strikes. He was really good. I tumbled out of the coop, breaking the door, from the force. I ran to the nearest market, I'm glad it was open. I pushed and scrambled, looking for any dull sword. The people followed us outside, as the swordsman ran after me.

He came in to the market, and just as he brought his sword down, I grabbed a sword that was under some pile of books. It wasn't the best sword, but it would suit for now. He slashed with rapid and quick hits. I placed my feet to his stomach and pushed him off, getting up. I charged at him, my turn to throw rapid slashes. I managed to cut him on the cheek, but it was small and it wasn't very deep. He threw a slash, that would have hit me hard, if I hadn't leaped back. 

"You aren't very bad." He told me.

"I thank you!" I told him. I'm at least getting recognition and good feedback!

"Let's see, I'm a very fine swordsman, who has fought in 29 fight and haven't lost a single one of them. If you win, which I doubt you will, I'll let you stay in tht damn coop. But, if you lose, I don't know if you may die or not, but you will leave," He told me.

"Ah, so you're settling this with a bet. Well, I guess I accept." I told him. The villagers gasped and glared at me. 

"Let's fight for real now," The swordsman told me. 

"I was wondering when you'd say that!" I told him, charging at him with more force. We clashed and slid back from the tremendous force our sword's clash created. I leaned forward, as he struggled to push his sword back at me. He pushed it back, and I duck, escaping from death. I rolled on my back and got on my feet again. He charged, as I defended myself. I cut him really quickly, before he had a chance to avoic it. Blood spilled from his arm.