Marek came at him like a manic. He attacked him putting all his strength into every swing of his sword. Tavek deflected every strike until he felt like his arms were going to fall off. His strength waned and the wound on his chest started to bleed again.
Tavek tried to breathe through the ache in chest. His feet felt unsteady beneath him.
There was no way he was going to win this. Maybe he should have waited and healed before coming for Marek.
Now he was going to take the throne right out of his hands.
“You look a bit green, brother. Are you alright?” Marek asked laughing as he rammed into Tavek’s chest with his shoulder. Tavek hit something solid behind him. He coughed as the life was knocked out of him. His sword clattered to the floor and he slid to the ground. He met the marbl
