Alexander POV

Coolness was the name and aim of what I was trying to do, this man is very good on his blocks and parries, yet he also fights honorably, a shame as that will be what kills him.

Immediately I kicked dirt and what a bullseye as it landed straight into his eyes and gave me an opportunity to strike him down.

I had to do this; this man was giving me a hard time and I could not afford to die here today.

“You bastard! I hope you live with shame your dishonorable scum!” he yells to me as he's on his knees

“Honor or no Sir, unlike you I will live to see another day.” I say as I struck his head clean off.

Taking a quick glance, I did like his sword and so I'll be taking it as mine, a bit of looting to start early.

I look around the battlefield and I see Jim going up against groups of soldiers and yet he looked like a beast let loose from a cage, I had not need to worry for him

Although I couldn't find Peter, I hoped wherever he was he was winning.

Being careless and not paying attending to my surroundings, A horse came running up and the man mounted on struck me

Just in time I managed to block the attack with my shield, I was sent flying to the ground from the impact and lost my shield.

“what's your name Boy” the man calls out to me as I stood back up and he turned to me, still mounted on his horse

“Alexander, and I am no Boy” I respond sharply,

This man appeared to be in his Middle Ages, seemed to be 40 and balding with a full lumberjack beard. He pointed his long sword towards me

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“you boy have slain a high born dishonorably”

Geez these nobles and their honor

“His name was Alonso of house Wilde, second son of Lord Jarrod boy, you will die for what you have done.”

I did recognize the name, they were one of the major contributors to prince Charles cause, and a powerful house at that.

In an instant, the unknown knight came charging at me, thinking fast I threw my sword right at the head of his horse and down they both went.

Nerves kicked in as I reached and grabbed the sword of the man known as Alonso and was getting into a stance, the balding knight was pissed, I could even see veins popping out of his forehead.

Slowly walking around, one another, feeling a small sweat drip down to my nose then down the floor, I went in

Swords clashed on one another, and I did not manage to land anything, I must try something else.

Grabbing a small dagger that was stored in a hidden sleeve, I slowly waited till he struck.

And so, he did, swinging from the bottom and aiming at my side, I parried with my sword and with my dagger quickly I sliced his fingers from his dominant hand.

I managed to slice his middle, ring and pinky fingers.

He was truly pissed now as he no longer had strength nor fingers to hold his sword, he came at me with full force and tackled me to the ground.

I felt in rapid speed a set of fists punch my face repeatedly, trying my best to block but he was too strong for me

I felt his hands go around my neck and start choking me.

Feeling myself going dark, I tried reaching out to everything around on the floor hoping something was there to be used, only grabbing handful of dirt but other than that nothing was there absolutely nothing, I'm about to blank out

I reach over and stick my one freed hand onto his eye and push down, blood came gushing out and I kept pushing down

His screams came soon after and he fell down next to me covering his eyes with pain.

Opening my one good eye after my other started bruising up from the punches I looked around for anything sharp.

I picked up my dagger that was a few feet away and I got on top of the man

“Say hello to Alonso for me, Sir.” I say to him mockingly, he only stared daggers at me.

Stabbing him repeatedly in the chest and stomach, I just did not stop, and I must have stabbed him over 20 times, the finishing touch was slicing his neck just to be sure.

Tossing the dagger, I laid down on the floor next to the man, I have just killed 2 men and did not hesitate at all, was I in the wrong? No, no its war and its life or death surely. But still, I felt a bit sad, these men were of noble birth sure, but I still killed living men, they may have had children and wives.

As my thoughts took over my adrenaline rush died down, I felt myself slipping into darkness.

Let's hope no one kills me as I take some time to recover.