Damon stood out on the pub courtyard, his first opponent of the day on the other side.
The crowd was larger, everyone wanting to see if Damon would lose again.
The match started and Damon attacked immediately, eager to fight after a week's hiatus. The other man parried, and gave two quick swings, which Damon blocked.
The two attacked simultaneously, and wound up in a sword-lock, pushing against each other. His opponent had strength, and pushed both swords up.
Seeing an opening, the other man raised his foot, and rammed it into Damon’s crotch.
Damon inhaled through his teeth, groaned, and fell back.
The crowd applauded Damon’s victorious opponent.
Damon laid on the floor, holding his crotch, his eyes closed.
Someone shook him. He opened his eyes to see Maurice kneeling over him.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Maurice,” Damon said. “Move all the matches I have today... to tomorrow.” He stood up slowly. “And makes sure I don’t have any drinks tonight.”
Damon turned and limped into Chadwick’s Pub.
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Dwarfslayer
FantasyDamon Dwarfslayer is an outcast among the people of Royston. His entire life amounts to nothing, until he hears the story of his legendary ancestor, the Dwarfslayer, and inherits the famed sword of the same name. Under the guidance of his father, he...
