Tales Of A HUNTSMAN

BATSA VS GARETH

Behind me I saw one of the knights draw his last breath, a huge silver sword stuck out from his chest. The blade was quickly pulled out causing the knight to fall before me dead, I moved my line of sight away from the corpse towards the wielder of the sword.

The man was decked in grayish silver armor with a hood, his piercing green eyes staring into mine. He suddenly turned away from me and began attacking the knights, they charged at him but they were no match at all, it seemed there was no enemy he could not defeat.

Father! It was at that moment I remembered father, I run to where he last was, running like the wind I arrived to see him fighting the four commanders by himself. The other knights lay dead at his feet and at that moment I felt a tiny bit of hope. I stood watching my father stand his ground against four commanders, I began to entertain the thought of victory but when I saw him I knew it was nothing but a fantasy, behind the commanders was one more man who had yet to make a move.

I wanted to help my father but I couldn’t I could only watch the battle, after gods know how long and countless sword strikes my father managed to take out one of the commanders at a price of a joint strike from the other three, leaving him with a fatal wound. At this point it was clear to all he had no chances of victory but he refused to give up, fighting valiantly.

Eventually but some way, he had taken down another commander and his opponents were reduced to two. Unfortunately, with his victory he had sealed his fate and no longer had the strength to swing his sword, just when I thought I was going to lose my last family a blade flew out of nowhere and straight into the head of one of the commanders.

All heads turned to the source and there he was once more decked in his grayish silver armor, the man who saved my life his snow white hair swayed in the wind, “found you.” He spoke but two words when he appeared, the commander fighting my father shouted once he had a good look at him “im…im… impossible a Huntsman!” at his words the remaining knights took another look at the Huntsman their fear evident.

“You should be dead… all Huntsmen died 10 years ago, you…” before he could end his speech a sword went through him. The Huntsman spoke up, “A Huntsman never dies.” “interesting phrase ‘a huntsman never dies’ lets test the validity of that statement.” The final commander who abstained throughout the entire battle, finally decided to join the battle my father seeing so moved to stop him but with a single thrust a gaping hole was left in my father’s chest. “NOOOOOOO!” I screamed but it was of no use, just  like that my father had crossed over from the land of the living to the land of Hades. “Annoying pest, because of you reporting the pain in the ass.”  He gave but a glance then shouted at the remaining knights “stand back ill handle this myself.”

He looked straight at the Huntsman and spoke “I am Batsa the blood thirsty, soon to be Chapter leader. Who are you Huntsman.” The Huntsman kept quiet for a minute then spook up “Gareth, a huntsman” Gareth and Batsa took their stands, ready to face each other none of the spectators dared to take a breath fearing it would disrupt the atmosphere. Without warning they charged at one another, sword and spear clashing which such force we all doubted whether or not they were still human.

A smirk quickly grew on Batsa’s face when he clashed with Gareth, Gareth on his other hand kept his emotions maintaining an emotional face. They continued to clash with one another, the sparks produced from their clashes lighting up the night sky along with the sounds being the only sounds heard in the night.

They continued going at each other for what seemed to be an eternity before they finally separated, Batsa’s armor had a few sword marks meanwhile Gareth had but one mark on his armor. Batsa’s laid back attitude had disappeared when he realized the clash was not as even as he thought it to be.

“You really do live up to the stories Huntsman, I know but a few who had managed to fight against me… but this ends now”, saying so he took of his armor leaving his chest bare to the cold wind which seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever, his upper body was toned from all his training and a tattoo of a Drakon was engraved on his chest.

He resumed his combat stance but the Huntsman remained as steady as a rock, without any warning the spear was sent flying straight for the Huntsman’s face. With inhuman reflexes Gareth’s blade blocked the spear, the force though caused him to stumble backwards and the sparks produced as a result of the clash temporarily blinding him.

Batsa not wasting anytime tackled Gareth down and rolled over to pick up his weapon which had fallen close by, launching an attack at Gareth who could do nothing but roll away to escape. The battle which once looked like a beautiful well coordinated dance had turned into a dog fight.

Each of them aiming at each others blind spots, the fight got heated once more and it became harder to tell who was winning while everyone focused on the brawl.  A piercing scream broke our trance turning to the source Batsa had a new sword s***h across his upper body, he was bleeding and could barely stand. The knights no longer stood at the sides and rushed to help their commander, it was at that moment one of them took notice of me and put a blade to my neck shouting drawing attention to us “STOOOP!"