Gisholt Vs. Mangus: A Short Story

“Round Three–Gisholt competing against Mangus.” The crowd noise turned from talking and yelling to a startled aah, followed by complete silence. Neither Gisholt nor Mangus noticed, so caught up in their hatred for each other.
“Well, well, well, you are here after all. I thought you would be a no show.”
“Why would I be afraid of someone like you who needs backup to win a fight. Your friends are not here to help you today. It’s just you and I.”
“We will see if you can back up your words, Mangus.”
“No more talking.”
Gisholt’s combat stance was, in his kindest wording, awkward which should make it easy to force him off balance. His hands shook as he swung his sword in an upward motion toward Mangus who easily parried it with his sword. Gisholt
“ I honestly don’t know what happened, I blacked out.” He rubbed his head in hopes of alleviating his throbbing headache.
“All right, Mangus, let’s say I believe you. I will tell you what you did. After he scarred your eye, Gisholt laughed and boasted how overrated you were and you just smiled and told him his life was at an end. You called him a foolish boy and hoped he would enjoy his last seconds, knowing that his soul would soon belong to Vilgoth. Then you laughed and took your hand, punched it through his chest plate and tore out his still beating heart. His armor consisted of amerthryl, a metal nearly impenetrable, and even, dragons would have had a hard time doing the damage that you did. I can’t ignore what happened, nor can the members of the academy, their only recourse is to banish you and never allow your graduation from the academy. Nevertheless, that is the least of your problems since you will have Duke Gashard coming after you and he is not known for being reasonable or merciful. I will send in the school’s medicinal practitioner to stitch your face but you must leave in the morning. Until then, you’re confined to your room under armed guard nor will you be allowed any