The Mighty Warriors!

James Peach: Magic Always Wins

The old Herald walked to the announcers spot his white beard flying in glory while raising his weathered hands and roared "Let us give luck to these warriors!" The drunken crowd cheered in the groggy heat of midday until once rested besides a few hiccups. The Herald began to announce the entrance of the Warriors. "First in golden armor that has been forged from the greatest blacksmiths in Camelot, and wields the ancient sword the great legend! One who has the beef of might that sweats in victory to all challengers who dare step in his path or anyone who calls dishonor on him from his birthright formed by Lancelot and Guinevere! It is Prince Luther, the Knight!"The crowed rose from their seats roaring, their eyes gleaming at the might of who had entered from the wooden doors. He stood tall and firm displaying his biceps that bulge from his armor, while his hand swept through his chestnut hair showing off one of many battle wounds. His skin gleaming under the light from sweat running down . He whipped his hair around causing the sweat to fly everywhere before placing on his helmet.

"On the left comes the greatest warrior of magic! He who has descended from his grandfather Jack, the Giant slayer! He who has won many battles through speed making sure he wastes no time getting his enemy down! It is..." The Herald coughed catching the audience's attention as heavy anticipation filled their throats. "It is James...PEACH!" He finally yelled before gulping down a chalice of wine.

The crowd was now silent staring at the other doors and waiting for Luther's rival not knowing who he was. Then a brute voice finally spilled out in the emptiness, "I will take this James on!"It was Luther who was now proceeding to tense his muscles at the crowd causing the girls to swoon again and the men to rage in joy ready for a fight.

The wooden door began to moan, a skeleton like boy stepping out dressed in randomly pieced armor, and only wielding a cloth bag that slightly glowed in the opening. Everyone fell into laughter struggling to suck in air before presuming to cheer Luther. "Let the games begin!" shouted the Herald with a giant smile spreading. His rotting teeth poking out from under. James began to wobble his way up to Luther holding his helmet up to see with one hand, the other digging in his bag that shined in brilliance now. He began to pull out a glorious golden shape that finally faded out revealing an oak shaft with a sharks tooth tied to the end. He threw his masterpiece into the air and attempted to scream, but only a mouse squeak blew out and no one noticed besides the Herald who now smiled like a maniac clapping his hands joyfully.

"Look at James ready for battle, wielding that small dagger! How will he use this to win!?" Shouted the Herald who sipped on more chalice down while plucking some grapes into his mouth. "Luther better get prepared for a great fight!" His voice now boomed over everyone "Look James has found a perfect spot to hit Luther. LOOK OUT LUTHER!" The Herald yelled at the egomaniac who was stretching and flexing while winking at a buxom blessed lady. "Oh James seems to be aiming at Luther's lovely abs that he is showcasing for the crowds today!" Luther began to grip the top of his sword while he turned around, but it was tragically to late.

"No!" he yelled has James dug the dagger into his side, blood shooting out like a fountain. James began to gag as he turned a pasty white closing his eyes. Luther fell backwards throwing his filthy hands in the air "I have failed as a hero, but I have mostly failed my family!" He took a deep breath has he gripped his wound, James now staring in fear. "Is this how I shall pass?" he asked before gagging up blood and throwing his hand up to his forehead before sighing dramatically "Then so be it!"he yelled before crashing to the ground like a diseased oak. The crowd gasped starring at Luther's body as it slowly turned him into a stone statue.

"JAMES PEACH, JAMES PEACH, JAMES PEACH!!!" the crowd chanted over and over again and threw flowers over head to their new hero.

"The victor is James!" the Herald screamed putting down his empty chalice of wine, "Give him the fallen one's weapon as prize!" A young slave ran to Luther's sword picking the edge up and dragging it to James as he grabbed the end that took him down to the ground. "Let us pray for victory in the future battle of James Peach!" The Herald finished off before muttering to himself, "magic does always win, right Merlin?"