《Other Worldly - Magi Fanfiction》Chapter 16 - Swordplay
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It was a bit concerning about how easily I got through the gates of the palace. I came for two things. One, I never got my stuff from last night. Two, to talk with Aladdin. I was following the ruhk, as they always help me find where I need to go. I luckily found who I was looking for at once. "So can you go return these to her?" Pisti asked the blue haired child. In her hand was a cloth package with my boots and swords sitting a top it.
"But I'm right here," I told them with a playful laugh. They both turned to look at me, wide eyed and surprised. I slowly walked the few steps to be next to them.
Pisti turned to face me, "How did you get in the palace?" she asked, showing the same concern I had.
"I don't know, but it's worrying," I agreed. I picked up my things from the general.
"It's cause I told the guards that you are allowed to come in whenever," someone said walking up to us. I recognized the voice, but there was more than one pair of footsteps. I turned around to see Sin was walking towards us with most of the other generals. All of us sighed in disappointment.
" Well I got my things, so I'm gonna head off," I said, trying to ignore any awkward interactions. I pick up Aladdin and put him on my shoulders. "I'll bring him back later."
"What's with the swords?" Sharrkan asked as I walked past.
"There mine, for protection," I shrugged, continuing in my way. The general just continued to follow me.
"I don't you even know how to use them," be commented, as if he was all high and mighty. He probably assume cause I was a woman I couldn't fight.
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"Just cause I am a woman doesn't mean I don't know how to fight, and your assumption that that is the way it is is highly arrogant for you to say," I said calmly and tried to continue on my way.
The white haired man continued to try and block my way. "I won't believe you until you prove it,"yup arrogant arse hole. I sat Aladin down, as he seemed to be nonpartisan to what was happening.
I handed him everything except for my metal vessel." Fine, "I sighed, "Only to prove your arrogant ass wrong." This one little fight became a huge thing everyone came to watch, and I was just there to beat an arrogant butt.
"Let's get this started," Sharrkan sighed, showing off his lame excuse for sword trick. I just walked up and slapped his wrist with the smooth side of the blade. This caused him to be unable to catch his sword.
"I couldn't agree more," I said, showing no emotion. I took two steps back and let that twerp pick up his sword. "I'm guessing the rules are, no magic, or attacks beyond sword play. I bit bland for a battle, but fine for a scrimmage." I was observing my sword as he got prepared.
"Duh," the white haired general answered. "Three paces back and we start." I nodded in approval. We started with our back to eachother, and both counted out loud as we took a step forward. Once I reached my third step I stayed with my back to my opponent. I felt him rush at me, taking the opportunity of having his opponent's back to him. Right before the tip of the blade was to make contact with me I did a backfilp over him. Gasps of amazement came from the small audience.
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When I landed Sharrkan was already in the midst of his next attack. He swiped at me from the side, but I brought down my blade and blocked it. I knocked his sword out of the way and made a quick lung at him, which he easily dodged.
It was a speedy fight, as we could both could expect the other's attack and prepare for it. Then we happened to lung at eachother at the same time. He knocked my sword out of my hand and created a large gash up my forearm. I would not be able to use that arm in this battle again. There was a smirk on his face, thinking he won. He was lifting his sword up to my neck, when I rolled under his legs, grabbing my sword from the ground in the process.
Little did he know I've master duel wielding , I could fight just as easily with one arm as the other. He had his guard down, thinking what skill I had lessened because I was using my less dominant arm. He lunched at me again, this time with less gusto, as he thought he had his win in Tha bag. I easily knocked his sword out of his hand, and kicked it up into my injured one before it even hit the ground. I pointed both of our swords at his chest as he held his arms up in surrender.
I handed him back his sword, as the match was over. "Sorry about the blood," I apologized for the blood that had gathered on my hand that had relocated on the hilt of his sword.
"Sorry for cutting you," he apologized, side eyeing the gash in my arm. I waved it off, fling blood back on the ground. By then I realized I should probably healed it. I was in the midst of commanding the rukh when everyone approached us.
"Ady, are you alright?" Sin asked frantically. He grabbed my arm, ignoring the blood, to look at it, surprised to find it was completely fine.
"Just a bit bloody, but other than that I'm fine,"I shrugged, pulling my arm away from him.
" Magician! " Yamriha declared, like she finally just realized it. I thought she would understand that with how there's this giant Mass of ruhk constantly around me.
" Took you this long to figure out? "I questioned in surprise, " Not like my brother's a Magi or anything. "
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