Swordplay. TORTALL.
tammy_drabbles. Prompt: weapon of choice.
PG?
Steel sings, echoing up in the high ceilings of the practice hall.
There is a crowd surrounding two men, and why not? They are the very best at what they do. Their breath comes hard and their clothes stick to their bodies. They have been at this for nearly an hour.
And then -
The clash of steel ceases. One slender blade hovers at the hollow of a throat.
“Well done, Alex,” says Duke Gareth, and yields.
Alex, then, lowers his own sword. Chatter fills the hall instead of clangorous steel. Stunned, Alex smiles and lets his friends sweep him away.