Bloodstained (Thorin x OC)

Undefeated

Alrighty, I completely suck at writing fights or battles of any kind, so bear with me through this chapter. I tried my hardest and spent like, an hour watching videos on how to sword fight and learning about axes and dual wielding, so I hope that helped this scene turn out at least decent.

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The dwarves cheered and yelled from their spots on the ground as Fili and Kili sparred in front of them in the yard. Agarwaen took a seat with them, and watched as they battled it out, Fili with just one of his swords, and Kili with his. They were both skilled fighters, but had much to learn in her opinion. Their fight ended a few moments later when Fili disarmed his brother. Nori then went to challenge Fili, and it lasted for a while before Fili won again.

"I am undefeated!" He cheered, now feeling rather cocky. "Who dares challenge the champion?" He then fought against Bofur and Gloin just barely winning with the latter.

"How about you get in there and try to defeat him?" Kili asked Agarwaen, loud enough for everyone to hear. A few voiced their agreement.

"Even with the conditions of my hands, It wouldn't be a fair fight." She shook her head with a smile.

"I'll take it easy on you, don't worry." Fili joked.

"Fine, but only if you use both of your swords." She said as she stood up, and started removing the bandages on her hands, wiping the sticky salve off as best she could. They'd healed a little bit since yesterday, so it wasn't so bad. She ignored Oin's annoyed look at her daring to mess up the healing process.

"There's a reason why we only give him one, lass." Bofur said with a laugh.

"I know. But I've been handling a blade for seven hundred years. He deserves to have a chance." She shrugged, picking her sword up off the table on the veranda. She unsheathed it, and spun it a few times, testing her grip. Her hands were still slightly oily, but she'd managed. She never had too much trouble with hands covered in blood before. She then walked over to Fili, who gave his twin blades a few swings.

Muttering of bets began floating around the group, and Dwalin called the start. Fili was at her in an instant, blocking her reactive swing with one blade, and attacked with the other. She stepped out of range, extremely mindful of her footwork, and parried the second blade before turning her sword and making a stab which he blocked with his first sword. The sharp edges rubbed, making an unpleasant sound, but it was soon replaced with more clashing metal, over and over at incredible speed.

Fili was surprisingly well practiced with dual wielding, which was a rather difficult skill to acquire. It only made each strike stronger and more deadly. He blocked with mostly his left, and attacked with the right, which told her she needed to get rid of his right sword. She took a step toward him, he double parried, and right before he could make another offensive move, she raised her sword and closed the gap between them and kicked him in the stomach, just enough to send him stumbling back. It took only a second for him to regain his balance, but now he was getting worried. She was fast. Faster than any enemy he'd ever fought before, and with each block came a strike. She pushed him father and father away from the center of the battling ground, forcing him to switch up his footing and turn the fight to the right. She evaded every attack from each sword perfectly, which most people couldn't do, and then began attacking his defense, bringing his attention away from his offence, as he tried to keep his head on his shoulders. He made an attack with his defensive arm, trying to put some more space between them, but she dodged and twisted her sword around his right blade, flicked her wrist, and the blade went flying. The crowd around them erupted with shouts and amazed cheers.

Now with only one blade, he quickly switched it to his right hand, and had to remember where all of his weaknesses were. He couldn't effortlessly protect his left side now, and with the length of her blade being much longer than his, he knew he was going to be through in a matter of seconds. He swung, she parried, stepped forward, pushed him down with her free hand, and stepped on his blade when it hit the ground, his hand still wrapped around the hilt. He looked up to see her sword at his neck. He let go of the sword and put his hands up. The dwarves only got louder. She dropped her sword to her side, and took her foot off of his blade.