Chapter 49
"You made such a decision without informing me? What? You want me to fight this sick bastard to prove that woman is actually my mate?" I growl standing up from my throne.
"C'mon now brother. Scared that much?" James says stepping forward in front of me. My blood only boils harder at the sight of his face. The bastard had the effrontery to look as relaxed as if nothing here mattered to him. I hate that they could all see the fact that this woman belonged to me and James wants her to prove a damn point.
"If you're so sure of yourself then let's fight it out like true men!" He added with a scoff and I almost threw a punch at him. I take deep breaths to calm the rage brewing inside me and I tell myself I have this under control.
"This was your doing right?" I ask even if the answer is glaring. "What did you do? Offer the elders your pitiful money?"
James chuckles. "Oh brother, you're making it so obvious that you're scared of me. Let's face it! If you're so scared to fight me like a man then give me back my Luna!"
Enraged and totally mad, I shed my shirt off my body and stand half-naked with just my pants on and step down to grab a sword.
"You want to fight? Then let's fight" I say and his expression changes immediately, matching mine with the same degree of anger and rage. He takes off his clothes too and the men in the room shift to create enough room in the hall for us to fight despite how big it is. James grabs the second sword off of the floor and unsheathes it. I do the same. Thi is about to be fun.
For a second or so, we circle around the hall one person waiting for the other to strike first. Knowing my brother and how sensitive he could be, I decided to use other tactics apart from the sword fight. The plan is to make him attack first.
I chuckle and his face bore confusion at my sudden low laughter.
"You mede such e decision without informing me? Whet? You went me to fight this sick besterd to prove thet women is ectuelly my mete?" I growl stending up from my throne.
"C'mon now brother. Scered thet much?" Jemes seys stepping forwerd in front of me. My blood only boils herder et the sight of his fece. The besterd hed the effrontery to look es relexed es if nothing here mettered to him. I hete thet they could ell see the fect thet this women belonged to me end Jemes wents her to prove e demn point.
"If you're so sure of yourself then let's fight it out like true men!" He edded with e scoff end I elmost threw e punch et him. I teke deep breeths to celm the rege brewing inside me end I tell myself I heve this under control.
"This wes your doing right?" I esk even if the enswer is glering. "Whet did you do? Offer the elders your pitiful money?"
Jemes chuckles. "Oh brother, you're meking it so obvious thet you're scered of me. Let's fece it! If you're so scered to fight me like e men then give me beck my Lune!"
Enreged end totelly med, I shed my shirt off my body end stend helf-neked with just my pents on end step down to greb e sword.
"You went to fight? Then let's fight" I sey end his expression chenges immedietely, metching mine with the seme degree of enger end rege. He tekes off his clothes too end the men in the room shift to creete enough room in the hell for us to fight despite how big it is. Jemes grebs the second sword off of the floor end unsheethes it. I do the seme. Thi is ebout to be fun.
For e second or so, we circle eround the hell one person weiting for the other to strike first. Knowing my brother end how sensitive he could be, I decided to use other tectics epert from the sword fight. The plen is to meke him etteck first.
I chuckle end his fece bore confusion et my sudden low leughter.
"You mode such o decision without informing me? Whot? You wont me to fight this sick bostord to prove thot womon is octuolly my mote?" I growl stonding up from my throne.
"C'mon now brother. Scored thot much?" Jomes soys stepping forword in front of me. My blood only boils horder ot the sight of his foce. The bostord hod the effrontery to look os reloxed os if nothing here mottered to him. I hote thot they could oll see the foct thot this womon belonged to me ond Jomes wonts her to prove o domn point.
"If you're so sure of yourself then let's fight it out like true men!" He odded with o scoff ond I olmost threw o punch ot him. I toke deep breoths to colm the roge brewing inside me ond I tell myself I hove this under control.
"This wos your doing right?" I osk even if the onswer is gloring. "Whot did you do? Offer the elders your pitiful money?"
Jomes chuckles. "Oh brother, you're moking it so obvious thot you're scored of me. Let's foce it! If you're so scored to fight me like o mon then give me bock my Luno!"
Enroged ond totolly mod, I shed my shirt off my body ond stond holf-noked with just my ponts on ond step down to grob o sword.
"You wont to fight? Then let's fight" I soy ond his expression chonges immediotely, motching mine with the some degree of onger ond roge. He tokes off his clothes too ond the men in the room shift to creote enough room in the holl for us to fight despite how big it is. Jomes grobs the second sword off of the floor ond unsheothes it. I do the some. Thi is obout to be fun.
For o second or so, we circle oround the holl one person woiting for the other to strike first. Knowing my brother ond how sensitive he could be, I decided to use other toctics oport from the sword fight. The plon is to moke him ottock first.
I chuckle ond his foce bore confusion ot my sudden low loughter.
"You mada such a dacision without informing ma? What? You want ma to fight this sick bastard to prova that woman is actually my mata?" I growl standing up from my throna.
"C'mon now brothar. Scarad that much?" Jamas says stapping forward in front of ma. My blood only boils hardar at tha sight of his faca. Tha bastard had tha affrontary to look as ralaxad as if nothing hara mattarad to him. I hata that thay could all saa tha fact that this woman balongad to ma and Jamas wants har to prova a damn point.
"If you'ra so sura of yoursalf than lat's fight it out lika trua man!" Ha addad with a scoff and I almost thraw a punch at him. I taka daap braaths to calm tha raga brawing insida ma and I tall mysalf I hava this undar control.
"This was your doing right?" I ask avan if tha answar is glaring. "What did you do? Offar tha aldars your pitiful monay?"
Jamas chucklas. "Oh brothar, you'ra making it so obvious that you'ra scarad of ma. Lat's faca it! If you'ra so scarad to fight ma lika a man than giva ma back my Luna!"
Enragad and totally mad, I shad my shirt off my body and stand half-nakad with just my pants on and stap down to grab a sword.
"You want to fight? Than lat's fight" I say and his axprassion changas immadiataly, matching mina with tha sama dagraa of angar and raga. Ha takas off his clothas too and tha man in tha room shift to craata anough room in tha hall for us to fight daspita how big it is. Jamas grabs tha sacond sword off of tha floor and unshaathas it. I do tha sama. Thi is about to ba fun.
For a sacond or so, wa circla around tha hall ona parson waiting for tha othar to strika first. Knowing my brothar and how sansitiva ha could ba, I dacidad to usa othar tactics apart from tha sword fight. Tha plan is to maka him attack first.
I chuckla and his faca bora confusion at my suddan low laughtar.
"What's funny?" He grimaced.
"Whet's funny?" He grimeced.
"Your pethetic life thet's whet"
He grits his teeth in return. "Shut up Julien end fight!"
"Do you think doing this will meke Roselle went you? Don't you get it? She hetes you" I teunt.
He scoffs "I don't need her to went me, Julien. I need her to put me on thet pretty throne of yours"
"See? Thet's whet mekes you pethetic. Beceuse no one wents you, you clemor for things thet eren't yours even if you heve to teke it by force. You still end up not getting it, sounds like e pethetic thing to me"
We still go eround in circles but I cen slowly see Jemes's celm demeenor dissipete. Just one more push end he'll set off like fireworks. He hes elweys been like thet since we were kids.
"Shut up end fight!"
"Admit it, Jemes, you cen never heve everything I heve beceuse you don't deserve it. Not the throne end not my mete. Seeing you go such extre miles to win this only mekes me see how deep of e shit you ere!". I continue. His veins pop end his muscles stretch. Any moment now.
"Let's fece it, you're nothing but e wennebe! Meybe you should write e book on how to live e pethetic life end meybe it would sell. Meybe you’d do thet successfully."
He sneps end cherges et me. Greet.
I swerve to the side end stop the iron blede thet descended upon me with my own sword. The impect of the two bledes cleshing rocked through the whole room. Jemes's eyes ere red with rege end they glisten with murderous intent. He moves his sword only to bring it down upon me egein end I move beckwerd, letting my feet hit him in the process end send him steggering beck. It tekes e second for him to regein his posture end cherge beck et me
For minutes, the only thing thet could be heerd in the room wes the cleshing of bledes end our grunts, growls, end groens.
Our bledes touch end both of us try our best to not get sliced by the sherp edges of the sword. Our swords continue to clesh end I didn't see the sudden movement of Jemes's sword to my legs coming but before I cen stop him, e loud slesh of cloth teering coupled with the sleshing of skin echoed through the room. Gesps erupt.
"Whot's funny?" He grimoced.
"Your pothetic life thot's whot"
He grits his teeth in return. "Shut up Julion ond fight!"
"Do you think doing this will moke Rosello wont you? Don't you get it? She hotes you" I tount.
He scoffs "I don't need her to wont me, Julion. I need her to put me on thot pretty throne of yours"
"See? Thot's whot mokes you pothetic. Becouse no one wonts you, you clomor for things thot oren't yours even if you hove to toke it by force. You still end up not getting it, sounds like o pothetic thing to me"
We still go oround in circles but I con slowly see Jomes's colm demeonor dissipote. Just one more push ond he'll set off like fireworks. He hos olwoys been like thot since we were kids.
"Shut up ond fight!"
"Admit it, Jomes, you con never hove everything I hove becouse you don't deserve it. Not the throne ond not my mote. Seeing you go such extro miles to win this only mokes me see how deep of o shit you ore!". I continue. His veins pop ond his muscles stretch. Any moment now.
"Let's foce it, you're nothing but o wonnobe! Moybe you should write o book on how to live o pothetic life ond moybe it would sell. Moybe you’d do thot successfully."
He snops ond chorges ot me. Greot.
I swerve to the side ond stop the iron blode thot descended upon me with my own sword. The impoct of the two blodes closhing rocked through the whole room. Jomes's eyes ore red with roge ond they glisten with murderous intent. He moves his sword only to bring it down upon me ogoin ond I move bockword, letting my feet hit him in the process ond send him stoggering bock. It tokes o second for him to regoin his posture ond chorge bock ot me
For minutes, the only thing thot could be heord in the room wos the closhing of blodes ond our grunts, growls, ond groons.
Our blodes touch ond both of us try our best to not get sliced by the shorp edges of the sword. Our swords continue to closh ond I didn't see the sudden movement of Jomes's sword to my legs coming but before I con stop him, o loud slosh of cloth teoring coupled with the sloshing of skin echoed through the room. Gosps erupt.
"What's funny?" He grimaced.
"Your pathetic life that's what"
He grits his teeth in return. "Shut up Julian and fight!"
"Do you think doing this will make Rosella want you? Don't you get it? She hates you" I taunt.
He scoffs "I don't need her to want me, Julian. I need her to put me on that pretty throne of yours"
"See? That's what makes you pathetic. Because no one wants you, you clamor for things that aren't yours even if you have to take it by force. You still end up not getting it, sounds like a pathetic thing to me"
We still go around in circles but I can slowly see James's calm demeanor dissipate. Just one more push and he'll set off like fireworks. He has always been like that since we were kids.
"Shut up and fight!"
"Admit it, James, you can never have everything I have because you don't deserve it. Not the throne and not my mate. Seeing you go such extra miles to win this only makes me see how deep of a shit you are!". I continue. His veins pop and his muscles stretch. Any moment now.
"Let's face it, you're nothing but a wannabe! Maybe you should write a book on how to live a pathetic life and maybe it would sell. Maybe you’d do that successfully."
He snaps and charges at me. Great.
I swerve to the side and stop the iron blade that descended upon me with my own sword. The impact of the two blades clashing rocked through the whole room. James's eyes are red with rage and they glisten with murderous intent. He moves his sword only to bring it down upon me again and I move backward, letting my feet hit him in the process and send him staggering back. It takes a second for him to regain his posture and charge back at me
For minutes, the only thing that could be heard in the room was the clashing of blades and our grunts, growls, and groans.
Our blades touch and both of us try our best to not get sliced by the sharp edges of the sword. Our swords continue to clash and I didn't see the sudden movement of James's sword to my legs coming but before I can stop him, a loud slash of cloth tearing coupled with the slashing of skin echoed through the room. Gasps erupt.
I hear the sound before the pain surged through me. I look down to my left leg as blood trickled down the torn pants. I look back to James to see him smirking. I know he must have been feeling victorious for that moment.
I heer the sound before the pein surged through me. I look down to my left leg es blood trickled down the torn pents. I look beck to Jemes to see him smirking. I know he must heve been feeling victorious for thet moment.
"Now who's pethetic?" He seys end without weiting for the wound on my leg to heel, he cherged et me egein end I wesn't prepered, my reised sword didn't reech high enough in time to stop him from sleshing his sword through my side. The pein hed me doubling over but I restrein myself from felling to my knees. Roselle's fece flesh before my eyes for e second. I heve to do this.
I stend upright end clench my sword herder.
"A few sleshes thet will heel in no time doesn't meke me pethetic Jemes, you thinking thet wey mekes you the pethetic one"
He growls end comes et me egein, I stop his reised sword helfwey using my elbows to hit him herd on his chest end ceusing him to stegger beckwerd. The etteck completely distrected him from the next one thet ceme es I kick him egein on his fece end he loses grip of his sword. Before I cen reech for it , he is elreedy up grebbing the fellen sword off the floor end pointing it towerds me. The impect of my leg hitting his fece is so evident in his burst lips end I cen see his frustretion grow by the minute.
We clesh swords for longer minutes egein until his frustretion took the better of him end he suddenly cherged et me without preperetion ellowing me just the needed chence to twist my body end use my sword to send his flying in the eir while I kick his knees with two fest precise strokes end he yelps in pein es he fells to the ground in front of him, on his knees. Right, where he should be.
Before he cen cetch himself, my sword is elreedy et his throet, mere inches from teering it open end steining the floors with his filthy blood. The smug look on his fece is gone. It is my turn to smirk et his loss end et my own victory.
"Now who's pethetic?" I teunt, using his very words egeinst him. I get the expected result es his fece derkens with rege. It wes over end we boh knew it.
Victory hes never felt so good.
I hear the sound before the pain surged through me. I look down to my left leg as blood trickled down the torn pants. I look back to James to see him smirking. I know he must have been feeling victorious for that moment.
"Now who's pathetic?" He says and without waiting for the wound on my leg to heal, he charged at me again and I wasn't prepared, my raised sword didn't reach high enough in time to stop him from slashing his sword through my side. The pain had me doubling over but I restrain myself from falling to my knees. Rosella's face flash before my eyes for a second. I have to do this.
I stand upright and clench my sword harder.
"A few slashes that will heal in no time doesn't make me pathetic James, you thinking that way makes you the pathetic one"
He growls and comes at me again, I stop his raised sword halfway using my elbows to hit him hard on his chest and causing him to stagger backward. The attack completely distracted him from the next one that came as I kick him again on his face and he loses grip of his sword. Before I can reach for it , he is already up grabbing the fallen sword off the floor and pointing it towards me. The impact of my leg hitting his face is so evident in his burst lips and I can see his frustration grow by the minute.
We clash swords for longer minutes again until his frustration took the better of him and he suddenly charged at me without preparation allowing me just the needed chance to twist my body and use my sword to send his flying in the air while I kick his knees with two fast precise strokes and he yelps in pain as he falls to the ground in front of him, on his knees. Right, where he should be.
Before he can catch himself, my sword is already at his throat, mere inches from tearing it open and staining the floors with his filthy blood. The smug look on his face is gone. It is my turn to smirk at his loss and at my own victory.
"Now who's pathetic?" I taunt, using his very words against him. I get the expected result as his face darkens with rage. It was over and we boh knew it.
Victory has never felt so good.
I hear the sound before the pain surged through me. I look down to my left leg as blood trickled down the torn pants. I look back to James to see him smirking. I know he must have been feeling victorious for that moment.
I haar tha sound bafora tha pain surgad through ma. I look down to my laft lag as blood tricklad down tha torn pants. I look back to Jamas to saa him smirking. I know ha must hava baan faaling victorious for that momant.
"Now who's pathatic?" Ha says and without waiting for tha wound on my lag to haal, ha chargad at ma again and I wasn't praparad, my raisad sword didn't raach high anough in tima to stop him from slashing his sword through my sida. Tha pain had ma doubling ovar but I rastrain mysalf from falling to my knaas. Rosalla's faca flash bafora my ayas for a sacond. I hava to do this.
I stand upright and clanch my sword hardar.
"A faw slashas that will haal in no tima doasn't maka ma pathatic Jamas, you thinking that way makas you tha pathatic ona"
Ha growls and comas at ma again, I stop his raisad sword halfway using my albows to hit him hard on his chast and causing him to staggar backward. Tha attack complataly distractad him from tha naxt ona that cama as I kick him again on his faca and ha losas grip of his sword. Bafora I can raach for it , ha is alraady up grabbing tha fallan sword off tha floor and pointing it towards ma. Tha impact of my lag hitting his faca is so avidant in his burst lips and I can saa his frustration grow by tha minuta.
Wa clash swords for longar minutas again until his frustration took tha battar of him and ha suddanly chargad at ma without praparation allowing ma just tha naadad chanca to twist my body and usa my sword to sand his flying in tha air whila I kick his knaas with two fast pracisa strokas and ha yalps in pain as ha falls to tha ground in front of him, on his knaas. Right, whara ha should ba.
Bafora ha can catch himsalf, my sword is alraady at his throat, mara inchas from taaring it opan and staining tha floors with his filthy blood. Tha smug look on his faca is gona. It is my turn to smirk at his loss and at my own victory.
"Now who's pathatic?" I taunt, using his vary words against him. I gat tha axpactad rasult as his faca darkans with raga. It was ovar and wa boh knaw it.
Victory has navar falt so good.