"Are you even worth fighting?” Adam asked, eyeing up the Half Elf. “You are just ay husk of a man. If I fought you, I’d feel like I was bullying you.”

  The Half Elf stranger sneered, pointing his spear at Adam. “You are but a coward! I am Iron Rank, not so far from you. You are all talk, like I said, nothing but a coward.”

  “You might not know this, but I’m a lot strohan I look,” Adam said. “Isn’t that right, Vice Master Paul?” Adam gnced over at the Vice Master and wihough Jurot and the others probably knew his true strength.

  “You aren’t wrong, Adam, but your cousin is much more powerful,” Paul said. Though Paul could easily deal with the stranger, but Adam would have a much more difficult time. “He’s an Expert.”

  “Is he?” Adam asked, befng back at the other Half Elf. “Is your spear magical?”

  “No,” the man replied. “Where would I find a magical spear?” His arm guards and shin guards were of det make, and his spear was fioo. However, that was all which was det, as everything else was shoddier, his clothes well worn. He, a Half Elf, probably wasn’t able to gain much wealth, and sidering he hadn’t been an Adventurer for long, he probably had more pressing matters to attend to.

  “No magical spear,” Adam said, nodding to the spear of det make. “And you’re wearing furs, which provides a det amount of prote but nothing pared to my puthral pte mail. You’re a Guardian, so you know, what, Sed Gate spells?”

  The Half Elf Guardian nodded his head slowly, his eyes narrowed.

  “Just like me,” Adam said, smiling. “I have a magical sword, this puthral pte. I think if I was a smart man, which I fancy myself as, I’d bet on me, dear cousin.”

  “The us fight,” the Half Elf said, gripping his spear tighter in hand, wanting to deal with the rage and envy swirling within him.

  “Why?” Adam asked. “What’s in it for me?”

  “To show that you aren’t a coward,” the Half Elf said.

  “Jurot knows whether I’m a coward or not,” Adam said. “I’m sure many have heard of my tales. Why do I o care about some pathetic husk of a man’s opinion of me?”

  “If you win, I will swear myself to you,” the Guardian said.

  Adam raised his brows, blinking at the Half Elf. “For real? You’ll swear yourself to me?” Adam’s lips coiled upwards.

  “Yes,” the Half Elf Guardian replied.

  “And if you win?”

  “You will give me that sword by your side, and your armour,” the Half Elf said, who was slimmer than Adam by a fair amount, but it was nothing some padding wouldn’t fix.

  “My sword and armour for some empty husk of a man,” Adam said, tapping his .

  The Half Elf narrowed his eyes at Adam’s words, but remained silent, waiting.

  Adam looked to Jurot. “Am I allowed to trade away these items?”

  “They are yours to trade,” Jurot replied.

  Adam hummed quietly. “You’re more experienced, but I have better armour and on,” Adam said. “You’ll swear yourself to me, for the very same better armour and on. You won’t ask me to drop my armour and ons, will you?”

  “That is fine. I am much strohan you think.”

  Adam narrowed his eyes. “Give me a sed.” ‘Hey, Bell, how much for the ability to smite?’

  [1000XP]

  ‘That’s a steep price, but give it to me.’

  XP: 1020 -> 20

  “Will you fight him?” Jurot asked, staring at the Half Elf.

  “I am,” Adam said.

  “He is strong.”

  Adam smiled. “So am I.”

  Jurot stared at the Half Elf. He had recalled what Adam had shown to him so far, the great abilities he possessed, the strength he had shown when he faced two Iyrmen.

  Jurot go the Guardian, knowing that if he himself were to fight the stranger, he’d have a four in ten ce of winning. Adam, though, was stronger.

  The Iyrman caught Adam’s eyes, and slowly nodded his head.

  Adam and the other Half Elf stood, eyeing one another up, as the stranger put on his helmet, his Grey Tiger skin c him, providing him some prote. The pair wielded their shields and bdes, ready to fight.

  Battle OrderD20 + 1 = 7 (6)

  “I call for fire to smite my foes!” the Half Elf Guardian ted, calling forth his own magic. The Divine Magic poured through his spear, and he leapt forward to attack Adam, his spear gliding through the air.

  Adam raised his shield, which shuddered uhe heavy blow as the fire scraped across it, fire nearly lig across his face. The heat caused his eye to wince, and he pulled back, before he raised his sword to catch the sed swipe of the fiery spear.

  “That’s quite the spear you have,” Adam said. “Don’t need a magical spear when you have magic, eh?”

  The Half Elves pulled apart, ready to engage in battle again.

  Warrior Spirit: 3 -> 2

  AttackD20 + 7 = 27 (20)D20 + 7 = 15 (8)Critical hit!Mana: 8 -> 62D6 + 4D6 + 6D6 + 5 = 53 (2, 3)(3, 4, 5, 6)(3, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6)53 damage!

  As the Half Elf Guardian stepped forward, ready t his fiery spear down on the Half Elf before him, Adam’s bde cut through the man’s shield and through the man’s side, right into his gut, fshing white hot with divine force.

  The Half Elf Guardian gasped, feeling the hot bde pierce him like it was cutting through cream. “How you use the Divine Smite of the Guardians?” The Guardian coughed up blood, feeling his strength quickly fade away. He grit his teeth, trying to remain scious.

  Onward Soar: 1 -> 0

  AttackD20 + 7 = 26 (19)D20 + 7 = 21 (14)Hit!Mana: 6 -> 41D6 + 2D6 + 3D6 + 5 = 29 (4)(4, 4)(3, 4, 5)29 damage!

  “This,” Adam said, grinning wide, “is my vi.” Adam’s body filled with adrenaline as he shoved his bde through the Half Elf Guardian again, who felt the fshi of the bde cut through him again, before his eyes rolled back, and he fell to his knees, half dying as he dropped.

  Victory!Fallen Guardian+800XPXP: 20 -> 820

  The audieared at the Half Elf, who had won the bout within moments. No one would have guessed that Adam would have won so easily, not even Jurot, who had seen Adam’s crazy abilities before, would have guessed his Half Elf brother would have won so easily.

  Aizaban threw a look to Lanban, who slowly nodded his head, brushing his with a hand, before staring back at the dying Half Elf.

  Adam stared at the half dying Half Elf, his attire, which was of det enough make, though well worn, and the ck of panions around him.

  ‘Thank you, Mistress Fate,’ Adam thought, both for winning the fight, but also because he had the ce of ending up like this man, but he was lucky enough to avoid the situation.

  ‘The Half Elf was definitely an Expert,’ Paul thought. ‘Even with yical on and your puthral, it shouldn’t have been so quick.’ Most importantly, Paul didn’t realise that Adam could use the same smite abilities as the Guardians. ‘He’s definitely not a Guardian, that’s for sure. Adam is yet to be an Expert.’ Paul sighed, uo keep up with the son of Fate.

  “You are strohan I thought,” Jurot admitted, staring up at Adam.

  “Am I?” Adam asked, chug.

  Jaygak and Kitool were gng between one another.

  ‘Did you know?’

  ‘No, did you?’

  ‘No.’

  Even though they knew almost as much as Jurot, they were shocked by his great abilities. They hadn’t expected him to be so powerful, no one had, but they hat Jurot hadn’t knowher.

  Mana: 4 -> 3Spell: Healing Word1D3 + 3 = 6 (3)

  “Hey, get up,” Adam called, ting his spell, healing the Guardian.

  The Half Elf’s eyes fluttered open, and he rolled onto his back, reag down to his side, where Adam had skewered him. His skin was soft, red, having just knitted over from Adam’s healing.

  He stared up at Adam, his face full of fusion.

  “You lost,” Adam said, squatting down, trying to hide his smile. “So? Are you going to swear yourself to me?”

  “Would you have given me your sword?” the Half Elf asked, squinting his eyes.

  “Of course,” Adam replied, simply. “Bde and armour, right? That was the deal.”

  “I doubt it.”

  “Ah, so you are someone who likes to break their word, huh?” Adam chuckled, rolling his eyes.

  “I am already an Oathbreaker,” the man said, staring at the others around him, noting their looks of disgust.

  “And? Are you going to choose to live your life like that? You have your ow, to swear yourself to me as you had offered, and to ge your path in life.”

  “Are you good enough for me to swear myself to?”

  “Well,” Adam said, gng back to Jurot and the others for a moment, “I beat your ass, didn’t I?”

  The Half Elf remained silently, clutg at his side.

  Adam pulled back. “Well, if you don’t want to keep your side of the deal, whatever.” Adam retreated back to the group, humming to himself.

  “You say you didn’t swear an Oath yet?” Dunes asked, noting how the Half Elf had definitely used the Divine Smite of the Guardians.

  Adam nodded. “Jurot, did you see?”

  “I saw,” Jurot replied.

  “Don’t you think that’s a great story?” Adam asked. “I ’t wait to return back to the Iyr. Will you tell Aunt Sonarot and our little sister?”

  “I will.”

  “You aren’t going to kill him?” Paul asked. “You duelled and his life was on the line.”

  “No,” Adam said. "Why would I kill him? He broke his word, but it wasn't like I was hurt or anything." Adam shrugged his shoulders. "Since I would have given him my sword if I lost, I have the moral high ground."

  The downed Half Elf remaiaring at Adam, unsure of who or what he was. He had every right to kill him, one of the only ways that he could find the sweet release of death. ‘You won’t even give me that, boy?’

  “Don’t you feel ashamed?” Dunes asked. “You made a deal and broke it. I didn’t expect that from a Guardian. Y shame to your Order.”

  “I’m an Oathbreaker,” the Half Elf said. “That Order and I have nothing to do with one another after they abandoned me.”

  “They gave you a ce to live and you squa.”

  “Leave him,” Adam said. “You shouldn’t beat a man at his lowest.”

  “If you let him go like this he won’t learn,” Dunes said. “You o at least shame him so he does not fet.”

  “As much as he should be shamed, you and I don’t know his story. You and I would be the same as him in his shoes, so leave him be. He’s dohing wrong, even if his as are shameful. He has an opportunity now, and if he doesn’t want to learn from it, then that’s how it is. If he does learn something and he decides to turn his life around, naturally he’ll e to find me.”

  Adam gnced over towards the stranger. “I’ll wait for that day when he es to me with life in his smile and purpose in his eyes, and hopefully, words that would bind him to me, but I won’t hold my breath.”

  “You say manly things sometimes,” Dunes said.

  "If you plimeoo much, I might end up with a bigger ego than I currently have,” Adam said, chug.

  The group made camp for the night, taking watch as they had. The stranger remained by himself, ed in his Grey Tiger skin and sorrow.

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