Faking strength

People cheered and some whistled. The few bets among the soldiers fused and the speed with which they were made increased every risk they took. As the final rounds approached, a lot of people started to place bets on Oswald, putting even more attention on him.

The boy was looking at his ridiculous dagger and said. "You're kidding me! I could use it as a toothpick!"

And the warrior in front of him adapted his stance with the longsword, one foot in front of the other, he had no opening to Oswald, he needed to create one first.

The no-blood rule had been done and re-done in his trainings, he knew what to do in order to win easily.

"Fight!"

He held the short dagger by its blade and threw it a way he had learnt recently. He wanted the handle to hit his target.

Dong!