No Fear

Chapter Nine

Tord Pov:

Look, I know beggars can't be choosers, but seeing Tom scared to death over me doing "you know what" to him is honestly very unsatisfying and it made me a bit embarrassed.

I know my goal was to always see him cry and cower in fear, but I meant in like a life or death situation, you know? I'm just wondering why he was so terrified, it doesn't hurt that bad... I think.

Anyway, it's Toms first ten days here and I keep hearing amazing rumors about him while I'm walking around the place. Things like how he's amazing at fighting (Which I'm fully aware of) and how he could totally "be the heir to the throne" if you know what I mean.

Today I'm deciding to go check out soldier training today to see how he fights and if the rumors about him beating every single soldier and trainer are true.

At around 7:00 am I leave for the training grounds, this is around the middle of their training and when they do a lot of dueling against each other to see who's stronger.

I made it allowed to injure the other soldier as long as you don't kill them, just bad enough they'll need stitches or a minor surgery, which I'm sure Tom's taking advantage of right now.

Immediately when I walk outside, a knife flies past the side of my head and on to the door frame. I sigh of relief, that was close...

I leave the knife alone as I walk over to the duel, I come just in time to see Tom holding down a soldier and bending his arm so back it could break, which it eventually does and the soldier screams.

Everyone applauds and a nurse watching over the dueling helps that soldier walk to the infirmary, she's probably had to make the trip to the infirmary several times already.

I stand next to the trainer and ask, "So, who's going next?"

"Well Red Leader, Thomas said he'd rather test his skills and fight everyone here by himself, so I decided to let him," the trainer says and shrugs.

That's Tom for you, does anything to fuck up a enemies day. I bet he's fucking enjoying himself. Even though he has such a monotone expression, he probably loves this.

Tom points at a taller and more muscular man, even a man like him looks like he's going to shit himself right now.

Their duel didn't last long at all, the next thing you know is his ear is cut off, three of his fingers are cut off from his hand, and there's deep and bloody cuts on both his knees. He's going to have to get a lot of stitches.. and a lot of therapy.

Tom raises his arms in the air and asks the crowed, "Is there anyone in this goddamn army that I can't beat?! You're all fucking useless!" Tom points to me and I flinch. "I can even beat this goddamn chimp! I've done it several times!" The crowed gasps and I lowly growl from the insult.

I stop growling and get a idea, if he's so good that he can beat me. Then I'll let him prove it and if he proves it, he can be ranked higher.

I step on to the area and say to Tom, "How about this Thomas," Tom looks at me in confusion, I place my hand on my chest. "We duel, and if I win, you just do your fucking job and not insult my soldiers," I then point to Tom, he looks at the finger, then back up at me. "If you win, you can be promoted to a trainer."

Tom takes a step closer to me, "I like Captain better Sir,"

I take a step closer to him as well, "Commander, take it or leave it."

"Deal," Tom holds out his hand and I firmly shake it.

Third Person Pov:

Tord begins shooting at Tom from a distance at the very beginning of the duel, but Tom dodges all the bullets until Tord has to reload. Then Tom makes his attack, he shoots at Tord with his pistol, which Tord tries to dodge as he reloads.

It's pretty hard for the two to shoot at each other with such small room and no cover. They don't know why they decided to do it like this, but they felt it'd be kind of dumb to duel on a shooting ground for something that they both know won't last long.

They both have a feeling they know who's going to win. He has been winning this entire time after all.

Tom shoots Tords right arm and it bleeds, Tord lets out a "Fuck!" and he holds his arm tightly. That must've hurt like a bitch huh?

"Give up already Commie, we both know your dominate arm is in too much pain to shoot me now," Tom says to Tord with a devilish smirk, Tord growls.

Tord takes the gun into his other hand and tries to shoot Tom, but Tom doesn't even move and the bullets miss him completely.

"Ugh, fine!" Tord says in annoyance and throws his gun on to the floor. "You win, again."

"Guess I'm commander now," Tom puts the gun into his holster and walks away. "Don't wait up for me." Tom disappears into the building and Tord is taken to the infirmary to get his arm fixed up.