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Chapter ten
Leo gentle reached for one of Leela’s hands, helping her to stand from the bar stool she was sitting on. When she was standing, Leo went to relinquished his hold, only to find Leela was gripping his hand tightly, an glimmer of a smile on her lips. The hastened from the bar, ignoring the irate barkeeper who insisted on chasing them because they forgot to pay for the drinks. They ran as swiftly as the wind away from their pursuer and slowed to a gentle stroll as they approached the park. They walked in an easy silence, just enjoying each others presence. The sun shone warmly upon them and a gentle breeze caressed them softly, whispering in their ears. The breeze blew Leela’s loose hair so it seemed like a pure purple wave shimmering in the sunlight, twisting first one way then the next according to the wind’s will. Leo gazed at Leela completely spellbound.
“What goddess walks by my side that the elements combine to increase thou unearthly beauty. Thou art more dazzling then the sun that does shine, yet I look at thee without being blinded. Thou art a precious gift from the heavens, I am truly blessed.” Said Leo, his voice slipping into an old tongue in his wonderment. Leela blushed violently, ducking her head to hide her rosy cheeks.
“I take it you’re not American then?” she asked to divert attention away from her flushed face. Leo broke out of his reverie, startled, before grinning ruefully.
“Is it that obvious? You’re right, I’m not American, I’m English, one of the last in line to a noble family in fact,” said Leo simply. Leela’s raised her head and stared into Leo’s eyes.
“Noble?”
It was Leo’s turn to blush, “My full name is Leonardo Griffin Don James Binks the third,” stated Leo hurriedly, carefully watching Leela for the first sign of laughter that failed to come, instead Leela smiled reassuringly.
“Sounds like a good name to me,” said Leela.
“Remember it, for it’s the last you will hear of it!” yelled a man suddenly from behind Leo and Leela, causing them to spin around. Standing now in front of them was another man. This man stood tall in a black t-shirt, leather trousers, leather boots and a leather jacket. His hair was shaved close to his head and his eyes obscured by tinted sunglasses, and around his neck hung dog tags. He was lean and had the air of a natural hunter, menacing, with no remorse and no mercy.
“Nathan!” spat Leo disgustedly, causing the stranger to laugh coldly, his voice devoid of humour.
“So you do remember me, what with all you careering you do about the world I was worried you’d forget your flesh and blood.”
“You are no brother of mine!” admonished Leo venomously. Nathan laughed the same heartless laugh.
“Such heartless words, if I had not come to expect it from you I would be hurt,”
“What do you want?”
“What is rightfully mine, the sword Leo,”
“Fool boy Nathan, that you think I would entrust such an item to you,”
“It is mine through inheritance Leo,”
“You have Brisingr, what need do you have for Istalri Boetk,”
“You would leave me with a lesser sword when Istalri Boetk is mine by right and will!”
“You cause enough trouble with Brisingr, what havoc would you cause with more power than you deserve?”
“Do not deny my blood right Leo, give me the sword and I shall go.”
“You shall go regardless, leave Nathan,”
“You mistake me for the boy you mentored through brotherhood, I am more now, and I will not be cowed.”
“You will leave!” shouted Leo. Nathan laughed and drew a long sword swiftly from beneath his jacket. The blade glinted in the sunlight, crafted from pure silver and deadly sharp, leading up to a golden hilt with a large ruby resting in the pommel.
“Brisingr pomnuria knifr,” murmured Nathan, and instantly the blade of his sword was covered in flame, “Draw then Leo, I will fight you for the sword, even with my lesser blade I will out class you!”
Leo complied and drew a longer, broader sword. The silver blade studded with a rainbow of gems, and the ruby in the golden hilt’s pommel was a deeper red, surrounded by sapphires, emeralds and diamonds.
“Istalri Boetk pomnuria knifr,” muttered Leo, and instantaneously his blade also became covered in flame, “Now let us begin,”
They began circling each other, wary as wolfs, wily as foxes. Quick as a cobra Leo lunged forward in attack, missing by an inch as Nathan easily sidestepped and delivered a precise buffet to the back of Leo’s head. Leo crashed to the ground and his blade flew from his hand, a searing pain burning his head; scorch marks where Nathan’s flaming sword had struck. Ignoring his body’s screamed protests, Leo rolled to the side just in time to save himself from a blade in the heart. Flipping upright and dodging a head strike, Leo flung himself towards his blade, reaching with desperate hands.
“Gath Istalri Boetk un lam iet!” called Nathan suddenly, and the blade Leo desperately reached for flew to Nathan’s waiting hands. “I have learnt more than simple magic tricks Leo, I could smite you from the earth in a flash with a few mumbled words. Yet you are my brother, so I content myself with holding onto my blood right and leaving. Goodbye brother o mine.” Said Nathan, and with that he vanished.
Leo looked at the spot where Nathan had been and swore in anguish. He turned with sorrowful eyes to Leela.
“I must go now, Nathan must be stopped. How about a rain check on lunch?” he asked hopefully. Leela who was still in shock could do little more than nod and say yes before Leo raced off.
“Back to the bar,” she muttered.
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