[gremlin]

Roy knew that he had a challenge ahead of him. This man had began training with his sword when he was just a child. When he was just ten years old. Roy had done the same though when he escaped from the kingdom he had obviously halted his training and did what he could with what he had been taught. His skills were not rusty though they were odd. He did things that no trains swordsman would do. He was reckless.

"Maybe both," the man replied he laughed. He drew back his sword and Roy did the same. "Maybe a part of me wants to have a good fight with you since it's been so long and another part of me wants to do some harm to you for leaving us all behind." he laughed again though it was a nervous laugh. He swung his sword at Roy this time it struck the man. Roy cringed, he gritted his teeth together as he felt the sword sink into his flesh. He quickly lifted his sword blocking the second strike. He breathed heavily, his wound began to throb. "You're a bastard," Roy hissed at the man. The man laughed at his comment. "And you're not?" he asked Roy.

The man drew back his sword and quickly slipped it back into it's place at his side. Roy narrowed his eyes, he still held his sword in his hands unsure of what the man was doing. "Oh stop it, I've had my fun." he said then held up his hands to show that he had no other weapons hidden. "Oh don't look at me like that!" he hissed, he looked over at his men and barked at them to stop immediately. "You may be a bastard but you're still my friend, are't you?" he looked back at Roy a smile still on his face. Roy watched him for a moment then laughed. "You're God damn insane!" he breathed out heavily, he suddenly felt light headed. Roy put his sword in it's place then brought his hand to the wound the man had given him.