Knight of Remnant

Duel

Tycho was busy, reading over books of grimm autonomy and classes. He was making plans in the back of his head, thinking over the encounter with the large bugs.

"I can still breathe from the area! I'm not a mouth breather!" Norian said.

The tau pilot was walking down the hall, 4 boys were with her, picking on her. Tenyth and Isedona were looking at their scrolls, still figuring them out. Tycho walked to the door and opened it, just as Norian was in front of it.

"You, in, you 4 out, I'm not afraid to shoot you." He said, his pistol aimed downward, but not at the ground, as he leaned against a door.

"What? You think you scare me?" Cardin asked, smirking.

"Which one of has the bigger weapon?" Tycho asked.

"With out that robot, what are you?" Cardin asked.

"A man with a bigger gun, 3 titan pilots on my team, and a child of a noble family." Tycho said, shifting his las pistol in his hand.

"Oh yeah, fight me." Cardin said, looking at the much shorter man.

"Fine, name a time and place, I'll happily take you on." Tycho said.

"Goodwitch's class, 9 a.m, tomorrow." Cardin said.

"Fine." Tycho said, slamming the door shut.

"You did just pick a fight with the biggest guy in the year, you know that right?" Tenyth said, raising her brow.

"Yep." Tycho said.

"The one who can minimize damage as a power." Isedona commented.

"Yeah." Tycho said.

"And you have a las pistol and a power sword." Norian said.

"Better than nothing." Tycho said.

"He is screwed." The 3 girls thought.

The duel came and Tycho stood in the ring, his sword at his side, his Las pistol in hand. Cardin stood across from him, and waited. The count down to the fight began. As it reached 0, Tycho shot at Cardin with his las pistol on low. Cardin was hit in the chest, leaving a large burn mark, a soft glow where the las hit him.

"That's on a low setting, now, how about we play." Tycho said.

He drew his sword and put his las pistol away. The blade activated, electricity arched from the blade. Cardin ran at Tycho, swinging his heavy mace. Tycho avoided the swings, before spinning under a swing and cut Carding leg, tripping the large man and clacking the blade against his throat, a foot on the mace and grabbing the other arm.

"The winner is Tycho Maskily." Glynda said.

"I've seen guardsmen who fight better than you." Tycho said.