Fight

Olvivious gets in a fight

 

            After my talk with Lord Crispin I walked back down the stairs to get

my equipment and get ready . The plan was to march to the docks, were

under the cover of the blizzard we would set sail south through the

Atlantic ocean sweep around Africa and head in the Indian sea, where we

would curve about into a protected port in Saudi Arabia. Upon my

arrival down the stairs I noticed that Olivious was being beaten by two

men . As commander of my troop I was responsible for wellbeing,

training, and discipline of my men. Since Olivious was one of my men ,

I was responsible for him, which meant I had to find out why two men

were beating him. I steered my way around all the hustle and bustle to

where Olivious was and interrupted the men.

“ Is there a problem here?” I asked

The taller of the two men responded “ Yes, there is a problem this

little snake stole my dagger and then hid it!”

“Now, if he hid it , how do you know he even took it, maybe you

misplaced it, or someone else took it.”

“No, this was a family gift, very valuable , I would never lose such a

thing, and besides , John e’r saw him take it!”

at that his friend who had been helping the man beat Olivious nodded

decisively. I decided to give up convincing them Olivious didn’t take

it , and besides I had seen him steal it with my own eyes. “ Can he

perhaps pay you for it?” I asked the man.

“No, It was worth far more then this sniveling rat will ever make!”

I played my last card .”Then instead of beating the poor man to death,

why not fight him like a man, with sword and shield?” I figured since

the weather was far too bad for a fight in the streets, the man would

have to fight Olivious in some desert in Arabia, if the man ever even

saw Olivious again, but the man obviously figured the same as I did,

and said “Then we fight now, right here!” Olivious’ mouth opened agape

with shock. The man released Olivious and backed away shouting for all

the men to clear a circle in the middle of the tavern so that he and

Olivious may battle . Olivious hobbled towards me, it was obvious that

he was hurt. I noticed then that Olivious was an Irishman, fairly

handsome, though you couldn’t tell from his blood matted face. He had

dark black hair that hung just above his eyebrows. “ I’ve never fought

a fight in my life!” he said as he hobbled closer. He was still a bit

drunk and since he was injured , drunk, and inexperienced with

fighting, I expected things to go badly for him.  “remember to block,

then strike” I encouraged him weakly . Olivious chose a short sword

while his challenger chose a long sword. The men in the tavern had made

a square instead of a circle, the fight borders marked by four wooden

supports which stood at the corners of the man made square. The men

laughed as Olivious entered the ring, blood dripped down his face as he

clutched his small round shield and short sword, while his challenger

stood with a large square shield and long sword. Neither man wore

armor. After the two had accepted the rules of the fight, they backed

away from each other and it began.

 

It wasn’t expected to last long. The big man would beat the little

Irishman down and kill him within two minutes, at least that’s the kind

of bets that were made. The two men circled around the ring, never

looking away from one another. Suddenly the man struck at Olivious

bringing his sword down hard upon Olivious’ shield. Olivious , though

startled by the force and speed of his aggressor , parried to one side

and struck back slicing into the mans side. The man screamed with pain

and charged Olivious, knocking him down onto the ground. The man

towered above Olivious and as the man struck down for the killing blow,

  Olivious rolled away, but lost his shield in the process. Olivious

quickly jumped back on his feet. The men in the crowd jeered him.

Olivious’ opponent was obviously a skilled swordsman, and fighting such

a man without a shield was suicide. The man backed Olivious against a

support swinging at him wildly. The cheers were deafening . It seemed

this definitely was the way the fight was going to end, with a scarred

and mangled Olivious lying dead on the floor, but that’s not what

happened. As he was backing Olivious against a support, a much earlier

decision he hade made came to haunt him. The man had chosen a long

sword, and therefore when he was swinging wildly at Olivious his long

sword came into contact with one of the wooden supports, lodging his

sword into the wood. When he did this Olivious acted quickly, ramming

his sword into the soft, unarmored belly of the man so hard that the

edge came out the other side of the man.  The crowd was silent in

disbelief .

“ why’d the idiot use a longsword” someone murmured.

Then they cheered they cheered the little man that could take down a

great swordsman, and Olivious passed out.

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[ScarlettTheDreamer]

I don't get it, why can't Curtis ask him to give the dagger back. I think you need to say that he lost it. And its the Indian Ocean, not sea ;)