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Grian - Oneshot - The Duel

Contains: Fluff, Angst, Duelling (no injuries)
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It had seemed like such a fun idea when Mumbo said it.
"I dare you to challenge Grian to a duel" You had both laughed and speculated an enormous amount.

"I bet you won't do it" he had said.
At that point you were set.

"Alright." You had responded, grabbing the redstoner by his hand, taking off towards the house Grian and you shared.
Five minutes later you had yourself a duel.

Looking around now your nerves are high.
You challenged Grian to a duel.

You turned up.
So did he.
You didn't expect a crowd to also be there when you arrived.

It turns out that Mumbo had gone around advertising your little fight, and not just to those living closest to you and Grian.
No, there was at least ten hermits that had shown up, although you hadn't had a chance to count.

You had been ushered into a tiny room, told to place everything you owned into a chest.
You had also been told to gear up from the other one.
So you had.

In the chest there had been a wooden sword, a bow with three arrows and a very damaged shield.
You had grabbed everything.

"My fellow hermits, we are gathered here today to watch the fight of the season." Mumbo's disembodied voice echoes. "Entering first, the challenger, Y/n!"

What you previously thought was wall falls away, the natural light flooding into the room.
You see now that you're in some sort of arena.

It's a glass dome, the floor is patterned, a mix of white concrete powder and sand.
There are no walls, no decorations. It's just open space.

You walk into into the large dome, sword in one hand, shield in the other.
The crowd of hermits cheers, although you can't see from where.

"Introducing next is the defender, the one, the only, Grian!" You see the wall at the opposite side of the dome open.
Sure enough there he stands, power stance and all.

Slowly he walks forward, coming to meet you in the middle.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" You ask him, half hoping he will back down.

"Are you sure you want to, my love?" he asks in return.

"Yes." You respond.
The two of you stare each other down.
A bell sounds, signaling the beginning of the fight.

Neither you nor Grian make a move at first, circling each other for a short while. Until he swings.

You lift your shield, blocking just in time.
He smirks at you, going for another swing which you block with your sword.
He won't catch you off guard again.

You take a few steps back, swinging at him this time.
He deflects your hit, beckoning you to swing again.
"You think you're going to win?" he asks, knowing he's the more practiced in PVP.

You don't listen, nor do you take the bait and swing again, instead turning and running to the edge of the dome.
You swear that you can see the silhouettes of other hermits through the glass, but you don't have time to inspect closer.

An arrow whistles past you, a cocky warning shot, a waste of one of the three arrows that was given at the start.
Grian demands your attention with another shot, one that comes dangerously close to hitting you in the chest, one that would have had you not raised your shield.

You lock eyes with him across the arena, filled with a determination you didn't have before.
You take out your own bow, firing a dangerously accurate shot by complete chance.

But he saw it coming, raising his shield.
"Come on!" He yells, banging his bow against his shield.

Something clicks and you know what you have to do.
You have to break his shield.
That is the only way.

So you charge, sword ready.
You don't back down, gaining speed with every step you take.
Grian stands readied, although shock appears as you hit his shield over and over until finally CRACK!

He apparently didn't expect you to go through with it.
The shield cracks, part of it falling to the ground.

Grian looks between you and his shield, an oddly sadistic grin stretching across his face.
Something that invokes fear you didn't know existed.

He throws what remains of his shield to the ground to join the rest, grabbing your shield with both of his hands and pulling it out of your grip.

He throws it as far as possible, turning back to you and drawing his sword.
"No shields it is, let's dance." Once again he takes the first swing, then another and another as you block.

You take step after step back, unable to get in a swing of your own.
He keeps pushing, each swing with more force behind it than the one before.

Finally he stops long enough for you to take a swing, finally putting a stop to his assault.
The two of you trade hits, back and forth.
You're tiring, but try not to let it show. If he's tiring too he's masking it well.

You swing hard, but he sidesteps, the change in angle making you loose your footing and fall.

You roll as fast as you can to be on your back, holding your sword up in front of you.
Grian doesn't swing again.
Instead he kicks the sword, knocking it from your hands.

He throws his own sword to join yours, standing over you, feet either side of your torso.
His chest heaves as he takes deep breaths, drawing his bow.
His final arrow aimed between your eyes.

Your breaths are just as heavy as his, a smile spreading appearing on your face.
He throws the bow aside, offering you his hand.

You take it, allowing him to help you up.
You take his hand, raising it for a few seconds as the bell rings again, signaling the end of the fight.

"I'm so proud of you." He smiles, wrapping his arms around you.
"I'm proud of you too, G. You did good." He holds you tight.

"Your winner is Grian!" Mumbo says, startling you at how close he is.
The gathered hermits clap, congratulating your partner on his victory.

You're not left out, the hermits also giving you compliments for daring to fight the one you love in the first place, and for going through with it.

Once the hype dies down and hermits start to clear Mumbo places his arms over both of your shoulders, separating the two of you so he can stand in the middle.

"I have to say, that was one hell of a fight. For a second at the beginning I thought you were going to back down Y/n."

"So did I." You chuckle, a small smile on your face.

"You did your best." Grian grins, sending a wink in your direction.
"They don't call you the dream-slayer for nothing." Grian laughs at your words.
"Well then, I suppose I should leave you two love-birds to kiss and make up." Mumbo wiggles his eyebrows, letting go and very quickly running away.

You and Grian share a look, both of you shaking your heads.
You'll get Mumbo next time.

"Let's go home, shall we?" You ask, Grian nodding in response.
"Let's go home."