The Rogue Prince

THE DUEL OF TOURAN

The army of each country moved back to the opposite sides of the valley and Albrecht stepped up as the best warrior from Einvor.

"Sire, it will be my honor if you let me do this." Sir Evans stepped forward and knelt before the King.

"You are our best warrior and I habe faith in you." He tapped his shoulder and guestured him to stand up. Sir Evans started walking toward Albrecht as he unsheathed his sword.

"This is too easy." He smirked and began running at him.

"Rookie move." Sir Evans scoffed and stood his ground waiting for Albrecht to attack first. When he finally got to where the black Knight was he leapt and delivered a round house kick to his head. Sie Evans tumbled over until the foot of the hill finally stopped him. He got up infuriated and began running at Albrecht. When I finally reached him they began their exchange of swords, Albrecht struck left, right, right, left again and down the middle and Sir Evan who was on the defensive managed to block all the attacks but Albrecht's attacks were so strong the hilt of Evans' sword was bruising his hand and eventually he was bleeding from his palms. He winced anytime he blocked a strike, he needed to go on the offensive before Albrecht finally knocked the sword out of his hands. Sir Evans planted his right foot into the ground and lifted it chipping dust into the air hoping it will enter his eyes. Albrecht quickly realized and moved back that way when Sir Evans began attacking. He moved as swiftly as he could hoping to land a few strikes. As a result of that he twirled his sword anytime Albrecht blocked his strike so that it would slip off and slice him anyway. He managed to slice Albrecht's right arm twice and  his left wrist.

"A taste of your own medicine." Albrecht said and a whirl wind appeared at his feet lifting dust into the air and into his eyes eventually. Though Sir Evans couldn't see clearly he was able to dodge and block most of Albrecht's attacks. By the time the dust had cleared Sir Evans had cuts all over him, his left cheek most of his limbs and even on his armour. He was also limping, it seemed Albrecht's had managed to cut the tendon at his calf. Sir Evans thinking he still had a chance began to swing his sword weakly, left and right, hoping it would somehow kill his opponent. He swung to the right the Albrecht swiftly moved to the left dodging his strike. He kicked his thigh, abdomen and his head, but he did it so fast it was as if he kicked him only once.

"You're weak. You're nothing against me and I think it's time you learn that." He said as he move toward Sir Evans who was slowly getting up, when he got to him, he was on all fours and he lifted his head to look at Albrecht.

"Mercy." He murmured with pleading eyes.

"Mercy is for the weak." He lifted his sword and brought down swiftly. The Einvor army roared as the head of Sir Evans, the great black Knight, rolled on the ground and the blood splatter on Albrecht's face.

"You devil!" The King Of Alcheronia run toward Albrecht with is sword raised up.

"So I see you won't surrender." He looked up and smirked at the livid King running toward him. He turned to face him, when he was close enough Albrecht spun to the left and arrived behind him. He plunged the sword into his back as he pulled the King's head backward. He pulled the sword out of King Audwin and kicked him.

"Who else doesn't want to surrender!" He yelled as his temples throbbed.

"Let them go." The Alcheronian King said with his dying breath.

"I was going to let you go, but because of what your foolish King did you're all going to die. Cease them!" He yelled and the Einvor soldier got to work.

"Someone get me a chopping block. This is an execution" He pointed at an idle soldier and his command was fulfilled. Each of the Alcheronian soldier's head was placed on the chopping block and chopped off with an axe. He began to laugh hysterically after every head he chopped off till Alexandria who had seen enough of chopped heads decided to stop him.