"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!'
Again, he charged forward, and again, disregarded his own well-being in the process. He didn't care. Not at all. He didn't care about his cuts. He didn't care how tired he'd gotten. He didn't care how his lungs screamed, how drenched he was from his relentlessness.
"This again? Do you not learn, heathen? Surely you must know by now you cannot WIN!"
Sneered his opponent, his voice laced with an accent smooth as honey, irresistible in it's command no matter how taunting, the true voice of a monarch. A smirk danced across his dark lips, raising the blade clenched tightly in his hand, lashing his arm like a whip, slapping the advancing boy backward.
"HUFF...HUFF...RAAARGH...RRR....RAAAAGH....."
He snarled, practically foaming at the mouth, rising, as he had many times already, to his feet once again.
"Hmph. Stubborn. Very well then. I suppose I'll be here until I cleanse your filth from this world filthy half-blood vermin. Afterall, it has no use for a worthless disowned bastard like you....."
"brother."
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