For All It Revolves Around

V1: Different Territory, Different Rules

"A pity," I replied as we made our way out of the labyrinth.

I didn't want to kill any of these people; it wasn't my intention, but I knew that if they were rebels, they would simply have to be punished, killed for their actions.

It was their fault for picking a side that would have never tasted victory in the first place.

Instead of tasting victory, they tasted the drop of blood, their blood, to be precise.

With our soldiers, we ventured out of the labyrinth, nearing the bask of sunlight that accepted our arrival.

"Hold!"

There, we saw soldiers right outside the entrance, waiting for our next move, armed and ready for the battle that was to come.

But in front of them stood an impenetrable wall, grinning at us.

"Jovo." With a small smile, I declared, "Honestly, I expected to run away like the coward you've always been."

His eyes twitched ever so slightly as he pointed his sword at me, "You're lucky I kept you as a prisoner. I should've killed you when I had the chance." He spat on the ground with venom. "For too long, you led us without any progress. You're pathetic and weak."

I instinctively held my hand to the side, acting as a blockage from the ruthlessness seething out of Svista.

Jovo chuckled at her reaction: "I see you still have that dog of yours."

She gritted her teeth, "I promise I'll cut your head off."

"I'd like to see you try!"

I looked at Svista, shaking my head. " Now's not the time; you'll get your chance soon enough."

It was good enough to ease her ever so slightly despite her glare.

"Listen to your pathetic leader."

I looked at him.

He opened his arm, chuckling loudly, "Look at you! I have an army behind me, while you, you only have these pathetic traitors who will die."

The soldiers behind him roared in cheers, punching their swords in the air, excited for what would come.

I looked at my surroundings; it was clear that our chances of escape were slim.

There was only one possible way.

I would use his arrogance against him.

"Since you're so high and mighty, why don't we fight?" I asked him.

He scoffed, "Why would I fight someone so weak?"

I shrugged, smiling, "You tell me. . . You're not scared to fight me, are you?"

Jovo looked at me, "Scared of you? Please." He moved closer to me as the soldiers behind him began talking to one another, building the growing excitement within them.

I would give a fight for them if they wanted to see a show.

I prepared myself for a fight that would bring a storm between us, holding my sword, ready for what would come.

Jovo was so cocky to the point that he threw his sword away, looking down upon me as if I was some insect.

But out of respect for his bravery, which was equal to his arrogance, I would throw my sword away.

That had drastically dwindled my chances of being able to take him down to near zero.

However, I had to show him the same dominance he projected onto me here.