The last duel

**Big thanks to Luke Karls for your support**

With a cold look Arthor retrieved his word and proceed to cleave The Chief's head of his body before raising it above his head.

"Lay down your weapons! your chief is dead!" Arthor's voice carried over the battlefield causing the soldiers to turn to have a look.

Arthor's tribe seeing the head broke out in cheers whilst the strong arm tribe watched the head with clear disbelief in their eyes.

"From now on you..."

"Ooh, that was quicker than I expected" A voice cut through drawing the attention of all. Some distance away Arys had arrived with the white tusk tribe behind him.

"Fuck" Arthor cursed under his breath as he saw the numbers behind Arys. He knew Arys would arrive but he didn't expect him to arrive this early.

Arthor had hoped they would be able to subdue the strong arm tribe and then bolster their defenses once more... but now, if the were to meet Arys' army in the field all that awaited them was death.

"I had hoped you would win boy. The boy who brought down the order that has been established for over a century" At those words Ary's examined Arthor who still had The Strong arm chief's head in his hands.

"Take solace boy, you fought well" with those words Arys raised his hand about to order his army to attack when Arthor shouted out.

"Wait! I Arthor son of Harwood challenge you to a duel!" There was silence after Arthor's words but this silence was soon broken by Ary's loud laugh.

"Do you understand what it is you speak of boy"

"Aye, a fight to prove who is worthy, may the gods bare witness and may they judge us".

Arys stared Arthor down before moving towards him, his eyes without the amusement they shown earlier rather to Arthor he merely saw the eyes of beast staring back at him.

The two stood some distance from each other as everyone else present watched with bated breath. Lothor wanted to rush up to his brother's side but Benjen held on to him tightly.

"This duel is sacred, none may interfere" was all Benjen said before turning his attention back to the two who were about to begin a duel that would determine their fate.

"I like you boy. I want so badly to have you as one of my men, but I can see it in your eyes. You won't surrender, and so I would have to kill you"

Having said that Arys armed himself with two battle axe resting them upon his shoulder, Arthor grip tightened on his sword as he focused entirely on those axes.

The rest of the world forgotten as everyone of Arthor's senses focused on the weapons that could end his life at that very moment.

*Swish* a swing so quick that if one blinked they would miss it, came for Arthor's head. He tilted his head to the side barely avoiding it as the axe took a chunk out his head.

Giving Arthor no time to rest whatsoever a second swing came forcing him to raise his sword up in defense.

A grunt escaped his lips as iron clashed, the force traveling up his arm and to his entire body, causing him to almost drop his sword. In that moment Arthor threw away all thoughts of defending against those strikes.

A downward swing aimed to split his skull arrived causing him to jump back to put some space between him and Arys. The impact from the axe causing the snow to rise up.

Arthor was kept on his toes as swing after swing came forcing him to remain in constant motion so as to keep his life.

With another wild swing coming his way Arthor leapt over landing behind Arys and swinging at the man's back.

But Ary's wasn't just strong, no the brute was quick as well. The blade barely tore through his leathers as he turned around and delivered and overhead swing with both his axes.

Arthor was forced to use a donkey roll to get out of there. Making it back to his feet Arthor wanted to charge at Arys before he could raise his axes once again but Arys' dragged his axe through the snow.

Arthor was blinded as the snow rushed to his eyes halting his charge. His vision returned just in time to see a boot coming straight for his face, his hands immediately went up.

The force from the hit caused Arthor to let out a scream of pain as he was sent flying backwards and rolling, his sword now lying a few feet away from himself.

The white tusk tribe burst out in cheers seeing this at this point, they all believed Arys had won. On Arthor's side however Benjen had tightened his grip on Lothor to prevent his brother from running in, but the silence around him was deafening and he couldn't help but wonder for the first time 'will Arthor loose'.

"It would seem I overestimated you. Oh well you can rest well knowing you died at the hands of Arys." Arys looked down upon Arthor and spoke in a tone that was both bored and dissapointed.

Arthor glared at Arys from below, and just as the axe Ary's had risen up was about to fall Arthor spat out blood directly into Arys' eyes.

Arys grit his teeth as the unexpected action but still sent his axe down intending to finish the job.

Arthor however had gotten himself in an optimal position allowing for him to deliver a hard kick to the axe's side disrupting the attack. He was unable to kick the axe out of Arys' hand however but the abrupt force had caused a shift in his stance allowing Arthor an opening.

Without a second's hesitation Arthor delivered a punch containing all his might towards Arys' jaw.

The blow sent the hulk of a man stumbling backwards. Arthor's side broke out in cheers seeing their chief had yet to fall, "Give him hell!" Lothor screamed out as well.

"Arthor! Arthor! Arthor!" Harwood began chanting and soon everyone was with their eyes glued on the two.

Arthor now on his feet made his way on to Arys' back, holding the man in a lock before digging his fingers into one of the man's eyes.

"Argh!" Arys let out a scream that travelled far and wide before whacking Arthor with the back of his head causing the boy to let go.

Arys doubled over from the pain of loosing an eye before turning around to look at the culprit , who now had his sword at hand once again.

Arthor got himself in his battle stance and stared into Arys' remaining eye which was filled with emotion.

The emotion however was not the unbridled rage he was expecting, but rather.... joy?