9 A formal dance between the two? (2/2)
Celes looks down, ”Oh, sorry!”, she abpruptly lets go of my hand..... that was exactly the wrong thing to do!
IT BURRRNNNNNNSS!!!
”H.... H.. Heal!”, thank the multiverse for this spell!
”Honey, i am so sorry!”
Why are you grinning then? Witch!
”Hahaha, you two are funny”, Morden is unfaced.
”Wow! You can use healing magic without a full incantation!?”, both Cygnus siblings look at me like they found a new labrat. Better they not find out, that i don't need to recite spells and just do it half assed to lessen the burden!
”Hahaha! Yeah, my only good point! I will excuse myself for a moment to get some cold water over it!”, with that i run off to leave Celes to her doom.
I slowly walk to the toilets, no haste here. As i do so, i take another look at the party. Our parents are still talking to the same people. They don't look very happy. As i think about it, i reach the toilets.
A few minutes later i am back at the party. I walk to where i left Celes. She is still there with the other kids, but two new faces are with them.
They are two boys, who look almost identical. With those Horns, they surely are royalty and Celes looks really pissed. Everybody else would think she is happy and perfectly fine from her face and body language.
But i can see, that she is playing around with one of her hairpins... and when she does that.... you are about to be stabbed!
The other kids look entirely not happy. While the two boys really break the etiquette by being entirely too close to Celes.
”Come on we just want to take you to a small date! Nothing harmful in it.”, one of the older boys says. ”I am sorry, but i am already here with someone.”, Celes answers.
”Hi, i am back! Where you lonely without me?”, i ask as i walk up to Celes.
”Oh! You two have to get to know my fiance Angrod! I don't know what i would do without him.”, she grabs me and places me between herself and the two boys. They don't look happy. ”Hi! I am Angrod.”
”I am Sarda Meltheim.”, the one with snake eyes introduces himself.
”Senda Meltheim.”, the one with normal eyes says.
To break the following silence I ask, ”So what did you want from my most beloved fiancee?”
”It has nothing to do with you, we just wanted to take her on a little date and a dance, that's all.”, Sarda explains.
Oh that's all I get it... Its unfortunate that I have to play the nice guy here. Otherwise you could take her and be gone for all I care.
”I am really sorry, but I can't allow that. She is my fiancee after all. It would look bad, if she were around other guys alone. Nothing you can do.”, I explain smiling.
”You want to order us around?”, Senda asks.
”If I have no other choice and you continue to be persistent, I will have to order you in my function as prince I fear. The party must go on after all and having someone around who spoils the atmosphere is no good.”, I want to set things clear here.
Celes tugs at me from behind and whispers, ”You can't order nobels from other countries! Don't you remember Nicosars lesson! They can make a duel out of that!”
Oh!
”HAHAHA! NOONE FROM TIRNA CAN ORDER ME AROUND! I DEMAND A HONOR DUEL!”
Sarda screams and the whole hall goes silent..... he has a confident look on his face.
The kids go pale.
”Oh, Okay! But I refuse to take responsibility for any damages.”, I accepted.
Nicosar is running up to us with two bunny girls in toe. I have absolutely no idea how he managed that.
”What do you kids think, you are doing?”, he asks red-faced. ”Accepting a honor duel?”, I ask and look him straight in the eyes.
Our parents come up to us with fearsome faces. The people, who were with them are coming too, they seem to be the parents of the idiot twins. They look like they have expected the situation and are grinning.
I think we can assume, that this was really planned. I am really mad at this.
If I hate something, then it is politics. If I hate something more, then it is false games like this one.
Nicosar shakes his head, ”The honour duel has been announced and accepted. Clear the dance floor! Bring some training weapons!”, Nicosar probably chose them because they are dull.
”I demand real swords! It is my honour”, Sarda states.
”I want two!”, I follow happily immediately, which flabbergasts everyone.
Nicosar just nods and the area is cleared. Swords in our size are brought, and we take place in front of each other.
The geezer is taking place between us and looks at everyone. Sarda is taking a fighting stance, but I just stab my two swords into the dance floor and put my hands into my pockets.
Some people laugh. I don't know what they expect. I am a mage, I never even touched close combat weapons. I only did some hand to hand combat as a monk.
”Are both of you ready?”, Nicosar asks.
”I am ready!”, Sarda calls. Then Nicosar looks at me.
I concentrate and both swords lift into the air and slowly start to rotate, growing ever faster until nothing more than two shining circles can be seen and a humming sound fills the hall.
Telekinesis of that level doesn't take that much magic power.
I never understood why some mages just use it to throw huge rocks at the enemy or try to move a heavy person itself, collapsing completely exhausted afterwards.
It's just plain stupid if you could just drive a light, sharp object at high speeds through the enemy. I wait until the humming sound fills the hall nicely.
*zzZZZzzZZZzzZZZzzz*
”Ready to slice and dice, grandfather!”
Nicosar needs a second to snap out of it, but jumps out of the way, ”Go!”
One of my weapons shoots out at Sarda, but misses him as he dodges and dices one of the tables instead. The idiot at least has some survival instincts.
He grins as he advances on me, as I had just lost one of my weapons. Suddenly he jumps forward at incredible speed, but I move my second weapon between him and myself to block him.
He tries to get past, but isn't able to, without risking being cut to pieces.
*Dingg*
”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
I had pulled my first Sword out of the sliced table. And shot it at him from behind, nailing his left foot to the dancefloor. Screaming, he went to one knee. His sword dropped beside him, I picked it up with telekinesis and pinned his other foot hilt deep to the dance floor.
By now the idiots screaming was just a small whimper. I walk up to him, take my hands out of my pockets and start beating him with all my might.
Whew! Its really hard work to educate children, I tell you! Modern societies just pad the heads of murdering minors, saying they can't be held responsible for their actions.
I don't believe that! He tried to murder me here! Thinking I was just some small kid three or two years younger than him. Punishment must be dealt accordingly.
The hall is strangely silent and nothing than my beating fists can be heard.
Someone pats my back!
”Dear, don't grin like that, you are scaring the people!”
”Oh, Sorry Honey I was a little caught up in my emotions after he made an advance on you! HAHAHA!”
…....a bloody something silently slips to the floor, twitching a little.