The Abandoned Duo

Chapter 14

He howled to the heavens, calling forth his dragon Army. The boats on the water shook with all the might of the dragons. He howled to them in a degrading way and called for their sacrifice. Taking my fingers to my lips and sucking in a deep breath, I blew as hard as I could and produced a whistle that the dragons even in the ships could hear.

"Haven't you learned over the years that your control on dragons has slipped from your grasp? You are not all powerful," we circled each other, our eyes did not move from one another. 

"I am the King of Dragons," his scowled at me. 

"You are a peasant," I spit at him. His face morphed into one of pure anger, but he stayed circling. "One things I have learned in all these years is how to spot a weakness," 

"And you're going to tell me that mine is my arm, darling daughter," he laughed.

"No, two arms wouldn't even help you so desperately grasp at your fading power," I controlled my emotions. 

He commanded with an icy tone, "Humor me." I didn't humor him. I saw a shift on his foot and within moment's our weapons were locked together in battle. 

He had brute force on his side, but I never needed to be strong, I just had to think quick and fast. I had to redirect, to guide. I was a guide for his movements, deflecting them with a flow like the wind.

He forced his hand to my throat as I sliced his ribs beneath his leather cape. He merely hissed in pain as he squeezed my throat without remorse in his eyes. 

"What's my weakness, daughter?" his mouth barely moved from the scowl on his face as he appeared to withhold his anger. 

"You won't," I felt the tension on my neck from his grip. "You're not going to do it." I finally spit out breathless. 

"I did it to your mother," he grinned. "You will be just as easy," 

"Except you won't. You're weakness," I spoke slow and controlled as his grip on my throat loosened. He was curious, vulnerable. With my freehand, I felt the small grip of a throwing knife. "is you can't kill me. You never could kill your heir, your legacy, your gift from the gods. You could have the blade in hand, but you could never make the kill swing." I swung my arm around and stabbed it through his wrist. His hand completely unlatched and I was able to scramble to my feet. 

He howled in pain for a moment, but it didn't last long. His fury was overflowing to pools on the ground, capturing the very essence of rage itself. I unsheathed my sword and held it firm in my grasp.

The heat from the illuminating fires surrounding us burned through the dry vegetation like it was nothing. The fire's grew close and trapped us together. The only way out being through. 

"You laid siege on the council of chiefs all those years ago and walked through the flames birthed from a dragon and gave them an ultimatum. Yield or die. You strived on the fact that fire could not kill a dragon, but you are no dragon!" I charged at him, taking the upper hand in the fight. His wrist was surely broken and bleeding out. He used his leather coat as a protection from the blade, it merely making a cut. 

"You wretched child," he hissed with venom. My throat stung and with the slightest movement, I could feel the deep bruising, but I ignored it. I kept my guard up as we circled once more. He lunged with his spear. Defending the attack, I guided the spear elsewhere, but he turned on his heel and struck the spear into my right abdomen, pushing hard. I felt panic and shock run it's course through my body. 

Then the adrenaline hit. 

Using my elbow, I broke off the wooden rod connected to the metallic blade of the spear. Leaving the head of the spear in would be the safest chance at survival. The metal on my armor warmed against my skin, giving me a brutal idea. Tossing my shin protection onto the edge of the flames, I turned back to face him.