Fight to the end...

“I’m tired of running…” You shout, lunging forward and throwing the first strike.

Enzo steps back, dodging your sword as he parries with his own, driving his hook towards your side. The sharp hook nearly tears into your side as you turn at the last moment to dodge it.

“I may have lost a hand Prince… but the arm still has its uses…” He adds with a sneer before driving his boot into your shin.

You double back in pain as he drives his sword high towards your neck, parrying it with your own and jamming the hilt into his chest.

“Arrggg!!” Enzo cries out as he falls to the ground.

“Getting sloppy you bastard…” You grunt as you step forward, raising your sword and driving it downwards towards his chest.

Enzo rolls right at the last moment, your sword driving into the hard wood floor as he kicks you hard in the leg, sweeping you off your feet.

“You were saying…?” He shouts as he quickly stands and raises his sword to finish you.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!!!!” Alexa screams, smashing a vase over his head and jumping on his back, biting his shoulder.

“You bitch!!!!” He shouts, driving his elbow into her and kicking her to the floor. Alexa gasping for breath as he knocks the wind out of her.

You quickly rise as he turns to face you, raising your sword defensively.

“Not so eager to attack now…. All your years fighting Soldiers means nothing to a man like me…” Enzo says with a sneer, expertly twirling his sword in his hand. “A man like me has no rules…” He taunts as he tosses it in the air, grasping a small knife in his cloak and throwing it at you before grabbing his sword and charging.

The knife flies quickly through the air and drives into your thigh before you have time to react. You wince in pain but parry his quick and deliberate blows, not the first time you’ve fought an opponent while wounded…. But Enzo is a clever one indeed….

You drive him back with a successful counter for his strike, but the knife in your leg is starting to take its toll….

“You don’t look too good prince…” Enzo teases with an evil grin. “Whoever trained you certainly wasn’t worth the gold…. None of them are….”

Charging forward, you drive your sword into his, pressing against it as yours slowly slides closer to his chest. “Sir Drake trained me Enzo… quite well I might add…”

With a grin Enzo chuckles.

“Funny you laugh before meeting your end….” You shout as the tip of your sword presses into his tunic, closer to his heart.

“I laugh because I killed Sir Drake….” Enzo sneers before breaking contact and swinging his hook into your neck.

“Like so many noble twats he died on his knees…” He growls before he pushes you to fall to your knees, clutching at your neck.

“All you nobles are the same, fighting and killing each other for lands and chairs…” He scoffs. “Having foot Soldiers like my brothers and I die for your pathetic greed…” Looking up he adds, “Its what drives me you know… all my brothers dead on the same rotten field. I keep a balance for them, for every once and a while a common man like me will strike at the nobility from the shadows.”

Enzo teases, “You know Drake did the same little move you did there… didn’t help him either.” Twirling his sword he adds, “Nice bounty too, five gold pieces for his head… but not as much as I’ll get for yours.”

You cough and gurgle unable to speak.

Readying his sword, he adds with a grin, “Shame no noble last words… tsk tsk… I would have taken you alive you know… less stench on the ride back but looks like I’ll just have to manage.”

Looking up at him, you struggle to reach your sword as he taunts, “Goodbye prince… better me than Silva…” Delivering the final blow.

Your failure to retreat to fight another day against a superior opponent cost you dearly. Enzo fulfils your contract before slipping back into the shadows, dispatching many nobles and worthy fighters before disappearing on a contract across the Eastern Sea.

Without opposition, Lord Frederick strengthens his position and holds onto the throne for decades.

Alexa was imprisoned, but Frederick showed mercy by banishing them when he found out she was carrying your son. It is unknown what happened to him, but rumors say he was sent North, becoming a fierce warlord who kills an elderly Vlad, your father’s ****, and all his sons. Seizing from them the icy Northern territories.

While you made a valiant effort and tales of your final battle with Enzo still circulate the Inn which you perished in… your name fades into the history books to be of little note.