The Brotherly Warm-Up DuelA Story by Hunter-ArkamanHunter and his older brother Vincent have a brotherly duel to see who is the toughest swordsman of all.There were two young men
walking in the forest of Bridas to a clearing where they will commence their
challenge. They are both related as brothers who share the last name Arkaman by
blood. The brothers are both swordsmen sharing a little bit of rivalry towards
each other in a sibling rivalry.
The older brother had long
hair-black as ebony, eyes blue as sapphire, white and black long sleeved
armored tunic, black leather gloves, red cape, black pants and dark leather
boots. He goes by the name, Vincent.
Vincent's younger brother had
mid-long brown hair that is almost the length of a waterfall, green emerald
eyes, armored green long sleeved top, dark green Baltic gloves, long cobalt
fuzzy cape, blue pants with black wolf fur leggings, crisscrossed graphite
leather belt and green shoes with white soles. He happens to be called, Hunter.
Hunter and Vincent disembarked
their spot in the huge clearing in the forest. Before they could raise their
swords and fence, they took their time to meditate in order to concentrate
their strategic styles.
As the brothers wrapped up
their meditation, Hunter took off his left glove and puts on an iron steel claw
gauntlet glove on his left hand and picked up his sword. Vincent picked up his
sword and held a pistol in his left hand. In order to prevent accidental
causalities in battle, Vincent changed the setting on his pistol to safe
without any cause of death.
"I'm ready when you are,
brother," Hunter said getting ready to fight as he held his sword close to
him like he is getting pumped up for the challenge.
"Always ready for a challenge,
brother," Vincent smiled and clanged his sword lightly to Hunter's.
The men stared at each other as
if they were having a staring contest. Without hesitation to strike, Hunter
took the first chance to attack and slashed his sword giving Vincent the chance
to block the attack with his blade as the swords made loud clanging steel
noises.
"You're learning how to
use a sword very well, my brother," Vincent congratulated Hunter.
"But we're only just getting warmed up."
"If we get warmed up, we'd
be the hottest knights out of all swordsmen," Hunter said with a little
arrogant attitude but never meant it like that for real.
They swung their blades and
clashed harder and harder until Hunter raised his left hand to slash Vincent
with his metal claw but missed as Vincent dodged from the claw swipe and
clashed his sword against his.
"With your metal claw
still intact, you’ll need a scratching post," Vincent smirked jokingly.
"I can't have a scratching
post if I'm not a cat," Hunter blushed feeling a little embarrassed.
"Enough talk,"
Vincent said getting serious wanting to focus on their daily fencing. "Let
us continue our fencing."
"Right," Hunter
agreed and held his sword up high.
They both continued to clash
mercilessly in an epic scene using a lot of their vigor. Vincent loaded his gun
on his left and aimed at Hunter. Vincent pulled the trigger and shot a bullet
causing a shiny silver bullet to fly out of the pistol like a bird but Hunter
blocked the bullet with his sword like he is using it not only for attack but
as a shield.
"The bullets are
meaningless against my bulletproof blade," Hunter said feeling a little
cocky. "You best better get a better handgun."
"I'm good without a
replacement," Vincent replied with his decision of not getting rid of his
favorite handgun.
"True to that,"
Hunter replied.
As the brothers felt a little
bit tired, they decided to relax and recover their strength to continue
fencing.
With enough energy refueled in
their bodies, Hunter and Vincent both continued clashing their swords once more
and gave everything they got in them.
"The pen is mightier than
the sword," Hunter said using the adopted metonymic adage coined phrase
from Cardinal Richelieu and pushed his sword against Vincent's slightly.
Vincent proceeded to push
Hunter's sword away with his and stared at him as Hunter looked at him straight
in the eye as well to see who is the strongest to push away one's sword. Hunter
gave all his strength to push but lost it when Vincent decided to push him away
real hard causing Hunter to stagger giving Vincent the chance to attack but
Hunter was able to cancel the attack by clashing his sword against Vincent's.
"You can make me stagger
but you cannot make me shatter," Hunter said.
As Vincent finally felt
exhausted from the clashing against Hunter, he laid his sword and handgun on
the ground and lied down in the pastures and relaxed.
"That was a pretty good
fight there, brother," Vincent said congratulating him once again.
"It feels good to have a brother like you."
"Us together as swordsmen,
we have two heads that is better than one," Hunter agreed and lied down
next to him to look up at the sky.
"Imagine what if we could
challenge at Tenugaia's coliseum in a tag-team," Vincent dreamed about
sharing their victory with the others.
"We would be able to take
home the gold and live up to the name of Arkaman," Hunter said in an
agreement.
Vincent sat up and Hunter did
so too. They both then got up and gathered their battle possessions and decided
to walk back home.
As they are willing to continue
fighting, their last name will eventually be renowned as one of the legendary
swordsmen they could possibly be. © 2012 Hunter-ArkamanAuthor's Note
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Added on May 29, 2012Last Updated on June 22, 2012 Tags: the brotherhood warm-up battle f Author
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