Legends: The Knight of Helm (#1)

Chapter 17

Volohs leaned on the balcony. It was time. He smiled as he left it. The early morning shined on his armor. He placed his helmet on top of his head, as he was ready for this battle. Volohs knew how he had to defeat Helm completely, how to defeat all forces before him, he had to call upon the forces of Oxros, the God of Destruction. He took a deep breath, gripping his mace.

Dechoneus was his. He moved with his soldiers towards the city, marching there in a three weeks' time. The catapults where set; Volohs walked towards the gate, this was going to be simple, and easy.

"I Volohs's Lord of the West, and proper king of Helm challenge your lord, King Helv, in fair combat, may the winner take the battle. You are surrounded and this is your only choice. Your forts had been taken down three days prior."

King Helv walked towards the gate, Prince Henry leaning over the edge as well.

"Father, I suggest and advise against taking Volohs's challenge."

"I will do it for the people; can we not have lack of bloodshed, my son?" Helv replied.

"Father your selflessness is blinding you."

"I must do it, Henry, it would not bode well with me otherwise."

"I do not have all day, my lord, if you do not give me an answer I will be forced to attack." Volohs roared.

Lord Helv placed his head against his sons, "I love you, and you have grown to be an outstanding young man, I am proud of you. Remember that, and continued on the path you are currently on."

"Volohs, I take your challenge. In promises that my blood will be the only blood taken this day if I lose and yours the same," Lord Helv spoke loudly.

"That is the agreement, is it not men?" Volohs replied at his legion.

The men roared in a furry unlike no other, the army was bigger than the population of the small kingdom. Volohs looked back at King Helv as he walked down from his walls. The gate was raised, and then quickly closed as he walked out there with his sword in hand.

"Magic is permitted I presume?" The King questioned.

"Of course, fair combat, if that is your weapon of choice." Volohs spoke back.

He walked forward, shield and mace in hand. The King against King, man against man, this would be a tale told and song by bards far and wide.

Volohs attacked first slamming his mace against the king's blade, shattering his sword. The man tried to regroup, but it was too late. Volohs stretched his hand out grabbing him by the throat and tarring him down to the ground. The Lord of Dechoneus, King Helv, struggled for breath, and for life, punching at the man.

Volohs slammed his foot against the man, before bringing his mace swiftly to the side and smashing in his skull. The king was dazed, as he casted a fire spell, sending Volohs, back. Helv placed his hand over his helmed head, a healing enchantment taking care of his fractured skull.

Volohs lifted his shield as he slowly approached the man, as Helv cast another fire spell, trying to hold him back. Volohs marched through, feeling the heat against his brace, and then his arm. The metal was steaming, as it was slowly starting to melt the shield. The heat was becoming unbearable, Volohs moved to the side, tossing his shield into the man, and following with a leaping blow. The shield staggered the doomed king, as the blow completely turned his head to pulp.

Henry reached over, grabbing a bow from a nearby soldier, firing an arrow into Voloh's armor. The men starred at him as the arrow shaft boke against his armor.

"Very well Son of Helv! You have dishonored your kingdom, attack!" Volohs bellowed.

The legion of men charged at the gat catapults firing in the desert sky.