Holy knight Eriasmund

Badurad stood in the unstable ground. Before him was a holy knight, on of the five most powerful knights in the whole of Dedenford possibly the world. Although he was only twelve or so the boy radiated pure destructive force and murderous intent. The boy, John, was holding two thick blades with finger guards connected by a chain. Neither of them had any armour.The stadium started to fill with knights and shop keepers, all sorts of people flooded the arena creating a sea of faces all excited to see the blood sport. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting John advanced. His dementor was calm and his face was light and happy however something about him petrified Badurad making it almost impossible to move. The child although young was clearly adept at fighting and was no stranger to fights he was calm too calm for a fight using deadly weapons.

The boy was still walking towards Badurad closing the space, space that would have been Badurad's advantage. Badurad's mind started to go into overdrive. He was about to fight a holy knight. The warriors that could supposedly decimate whole armies. How could he get away with his life. This was perhaps the most dangerous thing he had ever gone up against. However, as Badurad worried and frantically tried to strategize, the boy was closing in. He was now only five feet away. Badurad still petrified by the idea of fighting one equal to Ririam he remembered the crushing presence and the terrifying miasma that irradiated from his body. Three feet away. Badurad remembered how quickly the smile had turned from a face of utter disgust and wrath. Two feet away. He remembered how difficult the D ranked quest was and how Aleard had died at such a low leveled quest. One foot away now. He remembered hearing that a holy knight had taken down a double S rated quest solo. The Boy raised one of his blades without so much as a flicker in his eyes or an irregularity in his breathing and then without the slightest noise or hint of hatred he pulled the blade down towards Badurad who was still lost in thought and fears. The blade cleaved through the air approaching Badurad's neck like a dragon soaring down to the earth ready to devour its prey. And as the blade neared its target Badurad's arm whipped up without a slightest moment of hesitation knocking the blade out of the boy's hand. It was pure reflex honed through hundreds of fights. However the fight was not over by a long shot. The boy grabbed the chain and pulled the blade around to the other side of his body, slingshotting it round him and towards Badurad and then with the other blade thrusting it towards his chest cutting off badurads escape and practically ensuring a direct hit that would guarantee fatal injuries. This had all been a part of John's plan. Badurad pulled his sword back to his left side and pushed the incoming blade down to the ground utilizing his superior strength he then ducked under the chain as it swung over his head and back into the boy's hand. This started a flurry of attacks ranging from long arcing swings to short jabs. It was as if the blades had minds of their own. The blades raged towards badurad at tremendous speed with each blade crashing against him like a whirlpool of steel. Each hit barely blocked it as if John had hundreds of arms all slashing at Badurad pushing him backwards. Each clash of the blades caused sparks to erupt from the collision. The blades pressed forward cutting his arms and cheeks shallowly and painfully. The incredible speed and power behind the blades started to whip up the dirt creating great clouds of dust and sand that bellowed behind John like a cloak or robe. John pushed him back like a thunder cloud pressing towards him and shoving Badurad back to a wall.

The fight had gone on for about five minutes and Badurad was losing; he was being forced back to a wall by a great cloud of blades and dirt. The blades were whirling around him so fast he could hardly keep up with them. His eyes darted between each of the glinting swords. All he could hear was the cheers of the crowds and the clanking of the chain. John's face was still calm except from his mouth which had formed a wide grin like a cat that had trapped a mouse. Badurad had done well at avoiding the blades using a combination of swings and dodging to evade the relentless attacks until as he was dodging the blades his back hit the wall. The stadium was a round arena that covered an entire floor. However this meant that Badurad couldn't dodge to the side and he couldn't block the blades. Because John had two swords and he only had one. He had only one hope. He had to use Zel's power. No one other than Hiro knew that he could use magic and he had hoped to keep it that way. However if he wanted to survive this fight he had to reveal his power to an entire stadium full of knights and civilians. Westeria frowned upon magic and demi humans because of its heavy religion. Magic is seen as you are rejecting the natural power that God has given you. For this reason demi humans and mages aren't allowed into Dedenford as they are said to be tainting holy ground. Badurad had no choice and no time to think. John flung his two swords at him in two large arcs. Badurad parried the first sword and John's face lit up with achievement. Badurad extended his arm unter the second blade and flames leapt from his palm heating the air rapidly and pushing the air upwards forcing the blade to soar above his head and lodge into the stone wall. Badurad then grabbed the chain with his hand and pulled with all his might. Pulling the weapon from John's grip. He then dropped the set of swords behind him and raised his sword.