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The princess sighed. She narrowed her eyes.
"my warning is honest and true."
She reminded him of that much.
"and you both must return alive."
She sighed and turned away from him after that.

"'Barbarian?' No, I don't criticise people on their past. I merely comment on their merit. I honestly admire how quickly you got to the Princess's Personal Court." He said. He walked out into the courtyard, but before he did he turned to the Medic. "I mean, I would, if you weren't such a suck-up." He left and waited for the Medic to follow him out for the dual. He lazily swung the Goblin Sword, trying to get used its the weight. It was tip heavy. Good for slashing. Carried momentum well.
He gave it a casual spin in his hand.

Cesidia frowns. “I understand where they came from, but if they did that then their first sin was calling themselves holy. These are people I trust with my life, that’s the difference. That’s why I’m willing to die for them.”

Quincy raises an eyebrow " I don't suck up I just give respect there is a difference " he says going with his dagger he preferred lighter faster weapons

"It was a group of....I think they're called paladins, or something like that."

Cesidia rolls her eyes. “A bunch of glorified foot soldiers, that’s what they are.”

"You're gonna fight with a dagger?" He asked, giving the sword in his right hand a proper spin. The blade a blur. "Your call I guess." He took a step back. He held the sword in his right hand, low and close to his body. His torso tilted towards his own weapon. "So, how far do you want to go? First blood? Till surrender? The first person, to hit the ground loses?" He said as he began circling the Medic.

Quincy thinks about it " till surrender " he says circling with him so he doesn't get flanked

"So, Lapdog, let's see what you got." The more experienced knight smirked. It wasn't one of arrogance, sure the kid was ten years younger, but youth meant speed. Speed he had to be wary of. Even if the magic core in his chest more then negated it. It was the smile of someone with a plan. "There is a difference between brown-nosing and respect, the difference is whether it's warranted. The Princess was born into her position of power, if she wants my respect, she can earn it. That goes for you too. I won't respect you, just because you used to snuggle with her when you were kids."

Jak was sleeping, until a bird woke him up. Through some chirps, the bird communicates to Jak that there is a small group of people camping in the forest. Jak then leaps to his feet, grabs his weapons and starts following the bird toward the goblin campsite.

Upon arrival, Jak sees there are 4 goblins. Jak sneakily kills 3 of the 4 goblins before non-lethally subduing his last opponent. He then ties up the surviving goblin and waits for him to wake up.

When the goblin wakes, he tries to move, only to notice he has been tied to a tree. Jak notices this and walks over to him. "What does this say? I can't read." Jak demands while showing the goblin a letter he found while going through the goblins' stuff. The goblin remains silent. "What species are you? Where did you come from?" Jak continues to ask questions, and yet the goblin still remains silent. Jak sighs as he stands up, walks across the camp and comes back holding a small brightly-coloured spider in his hand. Jak places the spider on the goblins face. The goblin tries to shake it off, but can't move enough. The spider then bites the goblins face, injecting spider venom. Jak then repeats his questions. The goblin tries to remain stoic, before he starts begging for an antidote. Jak says he'll give him the antidote after he answers his question. The goblin tells Jak that the note outlines the goblins' orders to scout the area surrounding the nearby castle. The goblin manages to reveal the name of his species but dies before he can get another word out. Jak makes a mental note to use a less venomous spider next time before starting his journey toward the castle the goblin spoke of.

Quincy snorts " I never even knew her as a kid in fact I met her only a year ago " he says then feints a thrust but switches his grip for a backhand slash

The feint was easy to predict, and even easier to dodge. Leaping backwards, he easily stayed outside of the Medic’s reach. “So, within a year, you became a brown-nosing lapdog, for what? The off chance the Princess thinks she might want to have a relationship with you?” He asked, trying to file up the young man.

Quincy laughs again " again I'm not a brownnose just big respect and you must be out of your mind if you think I want a relationship with the princess " he says and circles around him

Deo was careful to avoid being flanked. Keeping his footwork in time with Quincy’s. “Why not? She’s attractive, holds a great deal of power in the land.” He thrust quickly and just as quickly as he thrust, he was back to a safe distance. Merely testing Quincy’s defence. Using the extra length of his sword to avoid getting too close. “Do you find her unattractive?”

Quincy sidesteps dodging the thrust " more I just don't have a attraction to her as for one I don't even technically belong in the kingdom also like I said I'm just not attracted " he says and silently slips out a throwing knife as they talk concealing it with his palm

“Oh, don’t bring race into this.” Deo said with a disappointed tone. “You know, some of my best soldiers are from other kingdoms. Your just enabling racism.” He said.
Deo was his hand move to his belt. The move would have gone undetected if it had been against someone with less experience, but Deo had ten years experience on this boy and wouldn’t be caught out by such cheap tricks, unless...

Quincy raised an eyebrow " I'm not another race dude I just shouldn't be in the kingdom as I never was a supporter of your monarchy in the first place I used to live in one of the" barbarian " tribes I liked it enough but back to the point I only chose to come here once my home was attacked " he says then slashes at him and as he does throws the knife at his feet and quickly grabs another .

Deo leapt backwards again. The knife landing in front of him, and the Medic in front of that. “Hey, stop saying Barbarian like it’s a bad thing. I have a good friends from the tribes of Barbaria.”

Quincy shakes his head " I don't think it's a bad thing I wear the title proudly I'm just saying what they call them barbarian tribes " he says and throws the knife again by steps forward and turns the knife upside down bringing the pommel of it up to hit his jaw

The throwing knife embedded in his shoulder, but he didn’t flinch. Instead he merely caught Quincy’s wrist in his free hand. He looked at the blade sticking out of his shoulder and back at Quincy. “Gonna take a little more than that,” he said launching a solid front kick to get Quincy away from him, before leaping back again to create even more distance between them.