"You're a real force to be reckoned with, and I have so much respect for how you handle yourself. But for some reason... I'm the exception."
Dream x Reader/Original Character
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Dream is only twenty one when he becomes king of the realm. Alex...
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It occurred to me, as I entered the arena and came face to face with the king, that it worked in my favour that there were no projectile weapons available in the fight club armoury - unless you counted a loyalty trident, which, I didn't. Dream would certainly be using his usual combination of axe, crossbow and shield, had it been available. I felt the fingers of my right hand automatically moving to run over the arrowhead bracelet that I never took off my left wrist. Arrows were what always gave Dream an edge against whoever he was fighting, not that he needed one, most of the time. Today, as I'd predicted, he carried a blue enchanted axe, evidently deciding that efficiency was more important than sharpness in a fight against me. As my eyes ran over his tall figure, I searched for any signs of exhaustion, but as usual, he wasn't giving anything away. His expression was as blank as a mask, but I could see the light in his eyes that told me he was excited. Up above us, everything had gone quiet, fight club in its entirety waiting for the battle to begin, and I didn't blame them. I was excited too, and I was ready.
We stepped towards one another, and I waited for him to make the first move, which he accordingly did, stepping forward suddenly and bringing his axe swiftly down overhead, aiming directly for my neck. I hissed, being unprepared for just how much the efficiency would affect a lightweight iron axe, and sidestepped just in time, swinging my trident around to balance myself, as well as to throw him off.
It worked only momentarily, Dream soon managing to right himself, but I was ready once more, going for a jab to the back of his knees. This would have worked perfectly had I not missed entirely, Dream dodging at the last second, my trident clattering to the ground. I stepped back for a second, and held out my hand, feeling the loyalty enchant work it's magic and returning the weapon to me after only a few moments. Dream was already advancing on me, and I watched as he grit his teeth in annoyance.
"Woulda been nice to have a crossbow, huh," I murmured, knowing he would have used it in that moment, and safe in the knowledge that it was impossible to hear our discussion from the viewing galleries above. I blocked another swing of his axe with my trident, and he counter-blocked a stab at his shoulder of the arm that held his shield. A common mistake of his was holding his shield too low, and I was surprised to find him ready for me.
"Not today," he spoke quietly, and I wasn't sure if that was in response to my crossbow comment or to my attempted stab at his weakness.
I furrowed my brow, and concentrated, going for Dream's right knee, the one that wasn't currently being blocked by his shield. This time it hit, and he hissed in pain, keeling over slightly and falling to his knees, whilst I had the satisfaction of drawing the first blood of our fight. Perhaps he was tired after all, but I had no time to contemplate, using the slight pause in Dream's attacks to put some space between us, before throwing my trident at his neck. Dream's instincts were quick, and he raised his shield. He dropped his axe momentarily, and put out his hand, almost catching the trident as it pinged off his shield, but just missing.
