Willing Strife↠ |Garroth X Reader| Book 1

|Chapter 1|Savoring The Last Stay

Key
Y/N- Your Name
L/B- Little Boy's Name (nephew)
P/N- Pet Name
H/L- Hair length
H/C- Hair color
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>>A/N- Chapter 1 & 2 your home town. Pheonix Drop won't be mentioned until chapters 4+<<
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              ➵long chapter

Clash!

Swerving metal erupts from our two slick blades, within instants apart they continue to slash as the other comes whipping around. I brake contact only to lunge my torso forward attempting to break the constant strife.

"Ya' still have it in time pops?"

Thrash, he swings. Embodying his last powerful attempts, and then we siege one another's blades. "Heh, don't push it-." I shove his heavy frame with the palms of my hands against the hard steel.

He catches me again between interlocked swords. My abdomen tenses as the force continues to slowly graduate. Yet again I try to escape the merciful stance that's eating at the outsides of my legs. Swerving, metal grinding, they strive to toil as he swiftly overheads causing me to duck down practically making me fall to my knees.

But I breathe out, get back up, and jerk that blade almost entirely regaining my fierce magnificence. Of course, he then dodged to the side executing my lack of luck.

Gravel rumbles beneath me as it grips at my feet, which doesn't help my desperate need to gain my ground. Footsteps once again plunder as he fiercely charges this time.

We swing, our swords blocking each other's repeatedly striking as if there's not a second to loose. His iron sword flings to the side, causing the metal to give out a ringing sound as it lands.

Panting, I put my sword back into it's sheath, collapsing to the rugged ground. He puts his hands on his hips and gives out a big old sigh as if nothing else exiting was as exciting. "Still harder than it looks.." I mutter. His stare shuffles being baffled with the remark. "Oh, come on!  Back in camp, we used to practice every mornin'."

"Ha ha.. At least I have the old man talking."

His face solemnly retorts with a grunt displeased with my teasing. Ignoring the urge to burst out into an uncontrollable fit of wistful laughter.

He picks up his sword, and starts heading towards the wooden platform a little bits away. I get up from my knees, the last heavy breath escapes my lungs before I follow behind his lead. The calm breeze running chills on my neck, brushing against my H/L, H/C silky hair.

Stepping into the shack, our footsteps echo as they plunge against the oak floors. He makes his way towards the window sill, crossing his arms, helmet in hand.

I put the swords back on the rack, securing them in place.
     "So about leaving the village, Ya'know when you head out there, looking for a home and all, having a sword in hands reach won't hurt."

"Yeah, I know safety precautions and stuff.." "I'm just making sure.. Your going to be traveling all by yourself, you should put some of that training to use." Not another suggestion..
     "Yeah, yeah this worthy warrior will have to pioneer long and hard for the one and only thing they desire.. Food!" I joke.
     "Heh, but I'm serious, I know how you are. It's dangerous out there.."