Taming The King: A Ray Blackwell x MC Romance

13: Face-off Pt 1

(Fenrir P.O.V)

I stayed with Gi until he passed onto the next world. I didn't know how many were dead, but I paid my respects properly. After all, he was the last one to hold down the castle while I was passed out in the office.

Now, panting breathlessly through the sore pains in my chest and still covered in blood, I was clutching the reins of my horse as I stormed through the courtyard gates and out into the forest beyond. I needed to get to Ray. He needed to know about Seth. And we needed to stop this whole war and get him back.

I grit my teeth as I heeled my horse to go faster. It was do or die now. And I wasn't going to stop until I had my army, including Seth, back.

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(Sirius P.O.V)

Amongst the battles surging around us, all that could be heard between Edgar and I was panting. The both of us were covered in bruises, cuts, scrapes and sprained limbs. But we were both still standing. And exactly evenly matched.

The front of my uniform was covered in blood from my lip I had bit through earlier in the fight, and my left shoulder was sprained, meaning I could hardly make a surprise move with my left arm. I was strictly forced into sword play with Edgar now, unless I could wrangle a kick somewhere.

Edgar stood across from me, panting as well. His red uniform was littered with blood stains, and he was starting to limp on his one leg after I had dislocated his knee previously. In a barrage between the two of us, I had managed to knock the hilt of my sword on his left wrist, crushing it, so now he was also single handed with just his sword to protect him.

Wiping blood from my mouth, staring at him with bruises and cuts littering my face, I watched as he remained still. The two of us were so tired, our breaks inbetween death blows were becoming longer and longer.

"I owe you a painful death, after you blew up my castle." I seethed in a light heartedly bitter way. If I amped him up enough, his emotion would overtake his logic and I could deliver the final hit that would end this long fight. The sun had set and it was getting dark, we needed to finish this.

Edgar glanced up to me and grinned.

"Maybe you shouldn't leave your castle so vulnerable then, Queen." He took off at another run and was infront of me in seconds, slashing his blade. In between my dodges he threw a knee into my side and I faultered just a moment, before swinging an elbow into his chest and knocking him backwards. I didn't take a chance on him and threw myself forward, football tackling him to the ground.

As the adrenaline pumped through me, I began punching him fiercely, throwing a left, then a right. Soft glowing blue lights were starting to illuminate around us, but I didn't care to understand why. I just kept punching him. How dare he insult my castle.

As blood spilt from his nose and lips, he took every punch I had without a single flinch. Until finally..

He began laughing.

Edgar's chuckle started quietly, then soon, he was laughing hysterically. I stopped my barrage of punches and rose my hands to look down at him. He looked absolutely mad.

His dark eyes looked up at me and he quieted down just for a moment.

The bright flashes of glowing light continued around me, and for the first time I stopped to notice and looked up.

As I looked avast at the expanse of land that our troops were fighting on, I began to see men in cloaks appearing in flashes of blue light. They had grey hoods up, masking their faces, and they were appearing in double, no triple the numbers of both I and Edgar's armies.