“A pity I will have to fight human scum.”
Trevor watched his opponent pick up a long sword and he thought about changing weapons - he was equally skilled with a sword as he was with the spear - but he decided to keep the weapon he had in his hand. He narrowed his eyes at how she addressed him. “The good thing about this fight is that there will be one less elf,” he stated, his voice as cold as the look in his eyes. He meant those words and he vowed to wipe the smirk off her face, as he had done with other elves before.
The two warriors circled around each other. While he hadn’t personally fought against the Queens Guard, he had heard stories about them. This was not an opponent to underestimate. Judging by her smirk, she was doing that enough for the both of them. It wasn’t the first time he stood opposite of an armed elf, the question was how often someone from the Queens Guard had faced off against a human. That could be an advantage. Trevor held the spear in two hands, tip aimed at the elf.
Cova was disciplined enough to not go in with her sword held high. Instead, she stepped in and quickly to the side a few times to test how quickly Trevor was. To overcome the lengths of the spear she needed to be quicker, which she deemed no problem as elves were stronger and more agile than humans could ever dream to be. She scowled, humans thought they were so good, but they were animals at best.
Trevor kept his eyes on Cova, she was nimble and he had to take that into account. Enough of this, he thought. Let’s get this over with.
There was one advantage he had with the spear and it was time to use it. He made a series of thrusting attacks and Cova either used her sword to deflect them or stepped out of the way. If he could keep her at spear length, all he needed was to find an opening to stab her.
Cova jumped up and raised her sword, bringing it down in a swift motion, but Trevor turned his body and the sword barely missed him. Cova’s frustration was visible on her face, but she recovered quickly and moved her sword towards Trevor. At the same time, Trevor brought the wooden handle up and hit her in the head.
The blow dazed Cova long enough for Trevor to step back and use the length of the spear to his advantage again. He entered a series of quick stabs, moving forward as he did and Cova was forced to step back. One stab almost hit and Cova hit the spear to the side, then quickly placed her feet on the ground for another jumping attack, but after seeing one Trevor recognised the movement and when Cova was in the air Trevor angled his spear to stab Cova. The tip deflected on the armour, but it also hindered her jump and she couldn’t finish her sword blow from above.
Determined to win, Cova ran forward, using her longsword to hit away his spear and with a fluid movement brought the sword above her head and moved it down. “Die, human scum,” she hissed.
As the spear was pushed to the side Trevor bent his knees and threw his body forward, using his shoulder to push Cova off balance and he put a foot behind Cova’s to trip her. As she fell on her back, Trevor readied the spear, looked at her face for a brief moment and thrust the tip down, piercing her neck. The idea to spare her had only briefly crossed his mind, but he had dismissed it as quickly as it had come up. He had seen the look in her eyes, she intended this to be a fight to the death and he had no problems killing a damned elf. He doubted she would have taken the defeat and to avoid her jumping up and continuing the fight, it was just easier to end it. And, as he had said before, it was one less elf who could bother him.
As Cova gurgled, Trevor turned to Dula, turning his back at his dying opponent. He glanced over his shoulder to see if she wouldn’t try some foolish desperate last move, but her strength quickly faded as her blood spread over the ground.
“Are we done?”