Thread: Spoils of War (Decay&Maria)

Tristan had trained to be a warrior since his birth and that combined with his natural talent quickly brought him to outclass all of the trainers in his kingdom. He was easily the most talented swordsman at that point and when it came to the war he was the most dangerous person to the enemy kingdom, he was the one person who couldn't be stopped, the one who sent fear into the hearts of their soldiers. Honestly he didn't want to be fighting the war though, as much as he had been angry when the princess ran out on him he didn't wish her or her people dead. His father was old fashioned however and he would not allow the transgression to go without punishment, he had demanded the war and demanded that Tristan lead the men, show that he was capable of being a leader. His father couldn't have been prouder, he was not only showing to be a great leader but a warrior whose name would never be forgotten and both of those things would make him a great king, at least as far as his father was concerned. Of course the princess' disappearance had left him angry, they had gotten along and despite not knowing each other well he had found himself attracted to her, and not just physically, she was an interesting woman and he had always felt there was more to her than met the eye. The only thing such thoughts got him was her leaving and him in a war. Now he released that anger on the battlefield in each of his attacks, attacks he was launching at this new enemy without hesitation. Of course it only made him more frustrated when each of his blows was ineffective, or it seemed they were ineffective as the other soldier was quite good, perhaps not big or incredibly strong but he was damn good and Tristan couldn't let up on the attack, if he did that there was a chance the enemy would be able to counter attack with his skill, he couldn't afford to make a mistake. Of course he couldn't help but be taken aback when the other soldier spoke with such a feminine voice, a voice of either a woman or very young boy. He narrowed his eyes, not able to take full advantage of knocking her sword away. Instead he was confused by what he had heard, so much so that when the foot hit him in the chest he could do nothing to block it. It didn't impact him much though, his build and the armor blocking nearly everything, Tristan merely snarling as it snapped him back to reality. Dammit, I will make sure you give up... With that he moved quickly, his sword coming down and knocking the sword out of the soldiers hands the moment it was retrieved. Now, you can either give up or I can finish you off right here... Though killing you was something I had hoped to avoid if at all possible. At the same time that he was trying to convince the soldier to surrender his men began to push, seeing that Tristan was winning and deciding to get the Cardonians to retreat a ways and surround their champion, which would force the solider to surrender. It wasn't an easy push but the Cardonian army seemed to realize their champion was in trouble and their morale faltered and they were eventually driven far enough for the Ranocian troops to have surrounded the two combatants, leaving Tristan's opponent by himself and giving Tristan a much strong point when he once again opened his mouth. Come now don't be stupid, stand up and leave the weapon the the ground if you want to live, don't make me kill someone of your skill for nothing. Tristan was hoping the champion would surrender, not really because he didn't want to kill a talented fighter but because he wanted a bargaining chip, one that could make things go much more smoothly in the passing days.