the adventures of hornsy and the blacksand mercs

the deciding duel

it has been a while since the duel was accepted as both sides prepared 

savant: you're not thinking of going through with this, you'll be slaughtered

hornsy: if I die, at least you guys will still live, and also, after the fight head here and tell the others I died

savant: o...ok

hornsy: now *gets up* time to kick some stick-man ass

bonesy: that's if they have asses to kick

as hornsy walked onto the field where the duel takes place, his opponent is waiting on the other side, sat upon a rock, his sabre gleaming in the scorching sun and his black beady eyes gleam with readiness

Warmaster: so, *points sabre towards hornsy* are you ready for your death

hornsy: *draws nodatchi* hah, you fucking bet, this is the most fun I ever had all-day

Warmaster: unfortunately, it will be your last

and with that he barrels towards hornsy, who also charges at him. before he gets close, hornsy quickly jumped behind him swinging his sword towards the back of the Warmaster's head, who blocked it as fast. after landing hornsy got ready to block the Warmaster's incoming attack, in which he counterattacked with a low swipe to the legs and managing to cut one a small hydraulic pipe and then backed off.

Warmaster: damn, not gonna lie, you shek are really good fighters, its a shame the first one i go against fights like a pathetic child who bearly held a stick let alone a sword

hornsy: ahh piss off will ya, I had some good training *charges back towards him*

as the Warmaster gets ready to block hornsy reached into his pocket and brought a small ball in which he threw towards the Warmaster exploding in bright light and a loud bang

Warmaster: GAHHH!! my eyes!

hornsy then ran straight towards him, dealing a heavy blow to his stomach and head before falling back

savant: the fuck was that?

bonesy: a new weapon i made, "flash pods®"

as the Warmaster recovered from the attack he held his stomach in pain

Warmaster: ughhhh, dirty tricks, is that all you have

hornsy: it's a little thing called tactics, now I like fighting as much as the next shek, but I hate losing as well 

Warmaster: bah, I thought your people were honourable

hornsy: some of us are, mainly ones that weren't cast out, and besides, honour and glory are just words to me

Warmaster: enough of this*charges forward again*

hornsy: aw shit, here we go again *counter charges*

as they meet the Warmaster bring his blade down towards hornsy's unarmored chest, but before he did hornsy slid under the blade, turned around and cut another hydraulic pipe, this time on his arm, but before he got away the Warmaster brought his blade down with enough force to sever hornsy's arm

hornsy: *jumping back* fuck, my bloody arm, now I will never play the piano again

Warmaster: dammit be serious and stop cracking jokes, you lost your arm and-