(Male protagonist's perspective)
We all took our positions, waiting for the other to make a mistake. We both brandished swords and shields, but " Nightfall " was longer than " Red Rain," giving it an advantage. " Appraisal," because he was wielding a Valyria sword, couldn't directly display his status, but now that I'm a level 4 Druid, " Appraisal " should become stronger; at least I should be able to see his current status when he attacks.
He first slammed his shield down, forcing me back because I didn't know how strong he was. His charge used 12 Strength and 11 Speed, but I didn't believe that was his full power. I used the charge to leap backward, simultaneously slashing my sword at his leg to prevent him from following up.
Let me test his speed. I took a few steps back, and he cautiously moved forward, trying to close the distance. Then, I charged forward at top speed. I stepped to the right, making him think I would attack from the right as he began to move.
Next, I charged to the left; he was startled, not expecting me to be so agile. I blocked and knocked away his sword with my shield, gliding past him. As I passed him, because there were no guards behind his knees, I reached my hand behind his knees, but at the last second, he pushed me with his shield.
He had chainmail on his joints, and I only managed a shallow cut on the back of his left calf. All of this happened in a matter of seconds, and I wouldn't have been able to hurt him at all if I didn't have the Valyria sword.
He attacked fiercely to keep me within range, and his speed was still 11. This meant he wasn't using his maximum speed. Despite the wound on his leg, his speed was still 11, and when Harras pushed me, he used all his strength; he had 13 power. I could see that Harras was starting to become more cautious now. I could almost smell his fear. I might not be fully developed yet, but being a teenager isn't all bad. The people who fight you always underestimate you.
He struck my shield with all his might, and I responded in kind. Our shields cracked like tiny flames. His sword tore through my armor as if it didn't exist, dispelled the Oak Shield on my arm, and was then blocked by grēze ( Bark Armor ).
I could feel the dull force in my right arm; it hurt terribly, and the shield spell on my arm was weakening. If I didn't have the Bark Armor, he would definitely have chopped my arm off. I'm not as strong as him; I could have cut through his armor and injured his arm, but his arm could still move. So the wound wasn't deep. That's how big the difference in strength is between the two.
I drew my protective dagger from my waist and charged at him. He drew his dagger but took a step back. The wounds might not have been deep, but he had been slashed twice; fear must have already begun to take root in his heart. He swung his sword, and I blocked it with my protective dagger. Nightfall managed to slash halfway through the dagger guard, but I twisted my wrist, locking Nightfall between the guard and the blade.
I didn't give him time, swinging my Red Rain sword towards his neck. He made the same move, trying to block my sword, but I knew he would. So it was just a feint, and I kicked him in the knee. He fell to one knee, unable to draw his sword, because I still had my dagger locked around it. Because he was kneeling, he lost all strength in his lower body.
I immediately swung my sword at his neck again, and he blocked it with his dagger, but his arm strength wasn't enough to block my full-weighted strike. I successfully pushed Red Rain all the way to his helmet. Red Rain slashed a large gash in his dagger, cutting towards his helmet, but he stopped it before it reached his head. My sword was stuck in his helmet.
( Harras Harlaw's perspective)
The fight wasn't going as I expected. The boy was younger than me, or at least that's what I thought, but his strength and speed were disproportionate to his age. He slashed my legs and arms repeatedly. The wounds on my legs were a little uncomfortable, but I could still move them. The real problem was the wound on my arm, which was a deeper one. I could still use my arm, but I was very weak.
As I tried to block his final blow, I found myself kneeling on the ground. I tried to break free of my sword, but before I could, he swung it at my neck again. I tried to parry, but my arms were too weak, and the blade was heading straight for my helmet.
At that moment, everything seemed to slow down. The red sword pierced my helmet and stopped at my temple. It pierced my skin but lost all movement. My heart was pounding wildly; I was almost dying. This monster couldn't be a boy; it was a monster in the skin of a child.
I couldn't break free of my sword, and if I tried to stand up, I would likely lose my head in the next strike. He locked the sword with his dagger and pulled it away from his body. So I threw the sword away and tackled him to the ground. He tried to fight back, but in terms of pure strength, I was stronger than him. I managed to throw him flat on his back.
I climbed on top of him, trying to plunge the dagger into his chest. My left arm was in bad shape, so I used both hands and put all my weight on it, but just as my dagger pierced his breastplate, my body froze like a statue. Then, I felt a sharp pain in my neck, and everything went black.
(Male protagonist's perspective)
I didn't expect him to grapple, and he successfully threw me flat on my back, but he made a grave mistake. He released his Valyria sword, and all I could think was, "I've won." He was stronger than me, so he managed to climb on top of me, trying to stab me in the chest. The dagger couldn't penetrate my shield, but the force might break ribs, so I cast an Entangle, stunning him.
The " Entangle " only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough for me to stab his neck with my dagger. His lifeless body fell on top of me. I pushed him aside and stood up again. My grappling skills are still weak and need improvement. Then I cast Kelio rugiet ( Lion's Roar ) again and shouted loudly.
"I thank the House Harlaw for bestowing upon me this Valyria sword. But I already have one, so I give this one to the Old Gods priest Emre the Druid, in gratitude for his help in this war. As for you wet rats, is this all you've got? I challenge you—who dares to stand before me and fight?"
The Stark army behind me pounded their shields with their weapons, erupting in deafening cheers. Meanwhile, the Harlaw were deathly silent. The air was so heavy it was almost palpable. I shouted again.
"Let me give you one chance. Whoever you send, I will fight with only one hand, and I will not use the Valyria sword."