GRRR!

Kendrick knew the hunting hounds were on his trail, but he didn’t think they’d be this close. He’d have to make a stand in the nearby clearing, or they would catch his back. He planted his torch in the center of the clearing, set his small pack down beside it and drew his sword and buckled his kite shield. Immediately the group of hounds bounded forward in a mad frenzy having seen their prey, with his great training and incredible strength he sliced the first beasts head clean off.

He suddenly rolled to the left and hacked at another unlucky dog that didn’t even get time to react, causing it to fall down dead. The rest of the pack sharply moved away to avoid their dangerous foe’s blade, they continued cautiously surrounding him keeping several meters between themselves and him.

The shouts of his human pursuers came out from the forest, “Found im the darn bastards light is just ahead”.

Soon after he heard their voices their figures started entering the clearing, at least thirty men had entered the eastern side of the clearing.

The small armies commander commanded “Surround the bastard, we can’t let him escape”.

After they had circled around the commander called the dogs back.

Kendrick taunted “What are ye cowards doing, are yall that scared of one man”.

Without a seconds thought eight of the soldiers charged. But they soon realized their foolishness as he knocked two down to the grassy ground with his shield and decapitated one of his opponents after stabbing one’s stomach. He quickly used the opportunity given by their shock to eliminate three of the remaining men, but the remaining man took the chance to swing his sword, but it got interrupted by the experienced shield of Kendrick. Instantly his sword pierced the pathetic fighters guard causing his quick demise.

The remaining men angered by their ally’s death hurled themselves towards the skilled man before them but just like the previous men to charge they were all eliminated. Only the commander remained and after watching the massacre before him, he ran, and Kendrick let him go.

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He was used to his half-brothers assassination attempts, but he hatted the killing of the innocent men who thought of him as a fugitive. He hatted it because it brought him pleasure, the squirting of blood, the shattering of bones, the way his sword flashed through flesh and the screams of the dying. He loved it but he hated that he loved it, and he hated the man that made him the way he is. He grabbed his pack and picked up his torch continuing on his journey to find the man he hated the most, his master.

Kendrick Osbert Glasse the bastard son of Emperor Eadwulf Sigeberht Grahams. Also known as the unlucky son because even though he was born with incomparable talent he was a bastard who wouldn’t rule the empire. He would never get the chance to rule the empire because he was considered a psychopath, so his only goal was to get revenge on the man who ruined his life, the greatest warrior alive Ásbjörn Edelgard the insane.

Kendrick had discovered that his master was in the Ramdert kingdom’s largest forest Gurugney and he ran into those soldiers wile looking for where in the forest his master was. Coincidentally his masters house was nearby so Kendrick spotted the pillar of smoke reaching high into the afternoon sky. After spotting the pillar he sprinted in it’s direction his anger starting to swell high in his chest, the day had come the day of his vengeance.

He entered the small, cleared area that the house was in and shouted, “O my wretched master I have come, I am here for your final dule the dule that will fulfill my vengeance for I will slay thee”.

After calling out he waited for the great warrior to come forth from his small cottage. The mighty man exited the house fully equipped with his legendary great sword in one hand and a large circular shield in the other. He towered at 2.2 meters tall, placing him slightly taller than the brave young man before him, his armor and weapons weighed 84 kilograms in total and he had skills sharper than any weapons edge.

“I am the greatest warrior alive Ásbjörn Edelgard the insane creator of the wild blood art, I accept the dule of my disciple with the title the greatest warrior and our lives on the line” He called out for the world, the Gods and the spirits to hear.

Both ascendants charged at each other CLANG! The swords clashed one with unparalleled force and the other with firm determination and youth. They jabbed, slashed, sliced, hacked and swung at each other for eight days and nine nights before Ásbjörn fell to Kendricks kinetic aura imbued strike. Although Kendrick was victorious, he had suffered severe wounds that he would struggle to survive from.

“Does the warrior Ásbjörn Edelgard the insane have any final words” Kendrick asked.

Ásbjörn replied “I do, I admit my loss to the greatest warrior alive Kendrick Osbert Glasse son of Emperor Eadwulf Sigeberht Grahams inheritor of the wild blood art and only living ascendant of…”.

WOOOOOSH!

The dule had ended, before Ásbjörn could speak his final words.