Alert: Rhy has started a duel with party member Avon

Rain poured down on the street, splattering into the stone flowing down the cracks in the streets. I sat in the street sitting next to Avon, we were on a step sitting out of the rain.

"Rhy, I have to leave."

"Leave? What do you mean?"

"My father died, I have to fill his position of noble."

"Why isn't your brother going? Why does it have to be you?"

"My brother isn't part of our family anymore. He was cut off from us after he left."

"Left? Cut off? What happened between you two? Why do you hate him?"

"Heh I guess you had to find out someday huh? I am the sole heir to the Iltis family. We are a line of nobles who have specialised in spears and perfecting the use of them. My brother # and I used to train together every day. Were so close and almost rivals, I loved him so much. He was my hero and the one I looked up to. Until one day when he left us, he didn't say why he just left. My father still hoped that he would come back stronger than ever. I was inspired by that so I kept training and I kept working to defeat him when he came back. I perfected the flame lance, the most powerful technique we had and worked every day trying to get stronger. It was my purpose, my goal, my life, my everything. Until the day arrived when he returned. He walked into our house and walked up to me. He asked to fight. I was so happy I didn't even question why he didn't have a spear. When I realized what had happened I was so angry. He betrayed us and everything our family stood for. He turned to magic. He realised that the spear had a ceiling and it had a limit to how much you could achieve. So he pursued magic instead. He turned his back on our family our entire lives. I was so angry I attacked him but no matter what I thought he was right. My brother really was a genius, he managed to pick up magic so quickly and rise to the position of the strongest in only ten years. I devoted my entire life to the spear trying my hardest in every way to improve but I still can't break A rank. I am nothing compared to him. I'm too weak, there's nothing I can do or can do now. My father came out to see him using magic. It hit him really hard. He told my brother to leave and never come back. He told him that he wasn't his son anymore." Why is this story so damn familiar? It feels like the opposite of mine so why does it feel so familiar? "Celdrick offered me a place on his new raid team but I turned him down. He said he was disappointed, that I would always fail if I didn't let go of the spear that I could never improve if I didn't leave this place and start clearing gates, see what it's like to risk your life to be in front of something sinister, something inhuman. I told him he was a bastard and to go to hell. He left me with six grimoires and told me to come see him if I was ever in the capital. My father got really sick after that. He got a fever, I blamed my brother but it wasn't his fault it was mine for being too weak to protect the spear. I vowed to my father then and there that I would prove the spear is superior to magic. So a year later I set off to the capital, I wanted to gain experience fighting opponents who use different styles, different weapons and magic. For some reason I took the grimoires with me, after a few days of fighting I came across a challenger who beat me. That was you Rhy. I couldn't believe it. That's when I realised how weak I was and that's when I decided to read the grimoires. Not because I gave into my brother. But because there was something more important to me than the spear, something that I wanted to devote the rest of my life to. Someone. Rhy it's not you. It's Chaaya. She's the one I love. I want her to come with me. I want to marry her. But Rhy you're my brother, my best friend and I know you love her too. Even though you may not be able to admit it. So that's why I want to settle this the only way I know how, I want to end this the way it began. Because, Rhy I have no idea what to do. So Rhy let's fight. One more battle. And I know that the outcome will tell me what I want to do. What I need to do."

"Wh… what?"

"I know this is a lot to handle but there is nothing else I can do. I can't sleep. I can't think. I want to fight you."

"O.. ok"

We stood up walking to the middle of the street, rain poured down our backs as my weapon dropped to my hand.

'Alert: Rhy has started a duel with party member Avon - duel rules will now be applied. If your Hp drops below 1 you will not be killed and stepping outside the ring will constitute a loss. Killing your opponent will result in loss of respiratory organs'

My heart raced, could I fight him? Should I fight him? I know how I feel about her but shouldn't she be with Avon. Who's to say she doesn't love him? Shouldn't this be her decision? Wait no. This is to determine what Avon will do. I can only think about fighting him. I should only fight him and through that he will figure it out. I walked forward, my sword scraping across the ground as I moved the rain crashing down on us. Scattering over the floor. I readied my sword and he picked up his spear.

I ran forward, my footsteps echoing through the narrow street. I won't use magic or anything else, just my sword. I don't want to hurt him.