Stop Fighting This Love [Complete]

5~~ Fight

A/N: sorry about the late updates— school has just started. Anyway, this is where they meet!

Okay, this chapter will have a lot of action scenes— I'm really trying to ameliorate my writing skills by including more Action and Romance so let's see if I can get this right😅😜

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The moment the two opposing sides collided, the silent barrier of peace had ruptured just as badly as the skin upon soldiers' chests. Horses tripped over metal bodies, some shot through the stomach of their strapped saddles. Screams were deafened by fear so it was difficult to hear whether or not a fully armed enemy was sneaking up from behind.

The prince jumped off of his black stallion the second they had reached the centre of the battlefield. He reached to unsheathe his sword, keeping his body at a ready stance for oncoming opponents. Each time he stepped into another fight, time seemed to slow down— he witnessed his own soldiers crumbling to the ground one-by-one...but luckily for them, the Agreste army seemed to be winning by killing off twice as many soldiers as those that were falling.

In the corner of his eye, the prince noticed a large knight from the Kowar army advance in his direction. Adrien raised his sword in fury, vengeful for his people. The vibration of another sword clashing into his own sent the prince into a completely different world of reality.

He deflected each attack easily, observing his opponent's techniques and strategic movements in order to take him down. After a quick Full Iron Gate Guard, Adrien spun 180 degrees with his foot in place to allow the momentum of his spin to lunge the tip of his sword toward his opponent's rib cage.

Once the weapon hit its destination, the prince held firm, blood sliding down onto his clenched fist over the hilt. A wave of experience shook his limbs and a familiar sensation clicked in his mind. After the first kill, Adrien was always ready to cause so much more destruction.

He pulled the sword out in nonchalance, prepared for another effortless kill. Groups of men charged at him, but the prince still defeated them head on— along with the help of his own surrounding guards who knew that they could not afford to lose their leader.

Adrien might have been weaker than he originally was after the second war, but he could still take down at least five men at once without breaking a sweat. The prince blocked and parried several  attacks and lunges, using many of his skilful techniques to shed his way in between the armour of enemies.

Arrows flew by now and then, but Adrien ignored them. He was more focused on the bodies of living opponents that challenged him to a fight, testing his power. Over what seemed like ages, Adrien grew weaker and more tired— his arms and legs could only withstand a certain amount of soldiers and the quantity of his own troop members started to deteriorate.