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He had ran away once again, Panto always did the same, at least once a week, he didn't like being trapped in the castle, doing royal duties, he wanted to go out, to enjoy the world in which he lived in, find adventures and fight monsters, like in the stories he read as a child.
He sat on a clearing in the middle of the forest, a small fire in front of him, taking in the sounds of nature, thinking that it's about time to go back as the night grew near.
A branch snapped nearby, that's all it took for him to jump up into his feet, pulling out his weapon, facing the direction from where the sound came, ready for anything, except what he was seeing, he was unable to believe who was in front of him, the prince from the Dengdamor's nation, standing alone right there.
Silas took out his scissor sword as fast as he could, having to grab it with both hands as he panicked, he had only heard stories about this man, about how good he was in fights, he had no chance of beating him, he just needed to buy time, as his guardian would soon realize he was missing for too long.
"Why are you here?" Panto asked, eyes glued on the shorter man, weapon drawn and ready for combat.
"Why are you here? This is part of my family's land!" He answered, trying to seem brave, being betrayed by his wandering gaze.
"I'm just camping, i haven't even crossed to the Dengdamor land, and you should not be traveling alone to the edge of the two domains" he answered, walking closer, he was unaware of where he had made his fire, but it was too late to back down.
"I-" he didn't want to give away that he wasn't alone "you shouldn't be in this area, you crossed into our land! So... Go back where you came from or face justice!" He straightened his back as he pointed his weapon, anyone that had ever held a sword could tell that this man was not fit for battle.
Panto laughed slightly, walking closer "you are holding your sword wrong. But go ahead, try to make me leave" he said, taunting him with his free hand so he would get closer, he normally would back away from a fight, not because he feared loosing, but because he prefered not to injure anyone, but this man... He barely knew how to hold his weapon, there would be no real fight, no sustancial blood shed.
The prince took a deep breath and ran towards the man, ready to attack showing his moves from a mile away, being dodged with ease. The Trost was fast and quiet with his movements, he just flowed like the wind, nothing seemed forced as he turned to cut Silas' arm.
The blood ran down his bicep, making his heart jump in surprise, grabbing the wound with his free hand "i would recommend you to stand down" Panto warned "i don't miss twice".
"I have to be brave..." Silas whispered to himself, squeezing the wound before looking up "i can't let a Trost disrespect my family's land".
"Your family? Again you say that" he spoke like they were not in battle, dodging the attacks like he was barely putting in effort "I heard stories, but i didn't think the spoiled prince would be this good looking" he winked.
Silas was completely studded for a second, lowering his guard at the compliment, not realizing that while panto has lowered his sword to speak he had pulled out his trusty yo-yo. The string wrapped around Silas' wrists in a matter of seconds, and with him barely being able to react to it he was defenseless, one swift movement and he was on the floor, weapon thrown to the side, his sword had been pulled away from his hands with ease... Not like he could accomplish much with it anyways.
As Panto stood on the rope he was forced to stay on his knees, looking up at the man that had bested him in combat with barely any effort.
"If you are going to kill me then don't drag it on, make it swift, that's all I ask of you" the prince said, trying to stay brave, completely forgetting about anything else as he stared at those eyes.
"Oh, don't be mistaken, i could never hurt such a pretty boy" he smiled, as his words seemed to react almost instantly, making Silas blush, looking to the side quickly, unable to keep eye contact "what's wrong, doll?".
"Don't refer to me like that, don't mock me with what you heard about me... As it is lies" he said ashamed.
"What i heard about you?" He questioned.
"Don't play dumb! If you are treating me like this then you must be mocking me for the rumors about me! What if it is true that i fancy men?" It was the first time he was saying all of this, and he wasn't sure why, but the man in front of him was bringing this out... He reasoned it must be the adrenaline, the fear of death, of it all ending while he still had things to say, yes, that must be it, fear and nothing else.
"I had not heard about that" he admitted, bending down slightly more, grabbing Silas' chin to force him to look up at him, eyes locking "well, my prince~ you wouldn't be the only one here like that" he whispered as he closed the distance slowly with a smile.
Their lips had not yet connected when pain shot all over Panto's body, being slammed against the floor by a man twice his size. He had lowered his guard, and didn't hear the man approaching.
"Wygar!" The prince snapped out of his trance, doing his best effort to not think about what was about to happen.
The guardian quickly ran up to Silas, snapping the rope that was binding his wrists together as if there no more than paper "are you okay?" He asked worried, not being able to wait for an answer before standing up and drawing his sword, having heard the pink haired warrior grabbing his weapon.
"You should know it is rude to interrupt" he said as he brushed a few leaves off his hair "since i wandered here i will give you the option to turn back and leave with him, that or face me in a duel, I must warn you" his tone was cocky as he smiled with confidence "I haven't lost a single fight, and I don't intent on changing that today"
That cocky attitude was all it took for Wygar to charge, he would not let this... kid, (from Wygar's perspective) a Trost to act like he owned the place, he took up running at top speed against his opponent, being stopped only when their weapons clashed, Wygar's blades being stopped by Panto opening his, not letting him move to the sides, the sounds of metal against metal were surely heard in the entire forest as both of them used their entire force to try to make the other back down.
Panto decided to slide to the left, moving his sword so he would use Wygar's own force to throw him to the other right, making him stumble for a second before he turned around, a quick motion managing to scrape the warrior's back, cutting through the fabric like it wasn't there, but barely scratching the skin, only one drop of blood scaping, running down Panto's back as he sucked in a breath for the surprise, making him turn quickly "first time someone has landed a hit, I'm impressed... even if it's just superficial".
As fast as lighting the Trost moved, going for the throat, wanting to end the duel once and for all, know that he knew the man was actually a threat he wanted to finish this fast, but the giant man in front of him was faster, barely, managing to move back just in time, only loosing part of his glorious beard.
"STOP!" The prince ran in between both of them "you don't need to shed blood! Wygar, I'm okay" he tied to pacify his guardian "please stand down, this man didn't not intend to hurt me".
"Silas, you arm is bleeding" he quickly fought back.
"You have seen his abilities, he had every chance to end me and didn't take it, please, let him go, he was just defending himself, I attacked first" he begged
Wygar took a deep breath, thinking about it, silently sheeting back his blades "I don't get why you keep trying to defend the area, you are shit with your sword" he mumbled, half expecting Silas to not hear.
"Thank you" Silas smiled, looking back at Panto, who was doing the same thing, putting his weapon back into place, hanging from his hip.
"I see I'm not the only one with a way around words" he said calmly, like they didn't just exited a combat to the death "again, i must congratulate you on you fighting skills, even if you just managed to scratch me".
"Don't play with fire" the man spoke "i was the best warrior in the entirety of Wendimoor, so watch your step".
"Well, I'm really sorry, but that tittle doesn't belong to you anymore, does it? It's mine now, and it has been for a few years now" he said proudly, having to quickly stepp back, hand going towards his sword as soon as he realized his mistake, seeing the warrior going for his weapon again.
"Wygar!" Silas snapped back at him "please... Don't do this, just take me home...".
With a growl the man let go of his weapon "fine, let's go" he said as he turned and started to walk.
Silas stayed behind for a moment, looking at Panto, his heart jumping in place as he was him, now being able to appreciate his features "be more careful when crossing to this land, I don't think I will be able to stop him twice".
"Don't worry about me, darling" somehow this nickname seemed less mocking than others he had said during the conflict "and if i get to see you again I will take it as a victory" Panto winked at him, chuckling as he saw Silas blush again.
"I-" he stuttered, quickly going to his bag, taking out a small bottle "this will help with that cut... It will make sure it doesn't hurt or get infected" he said as he handed it to the man "I... Would like to see you again... In a less aggressive way" he said with a smile.
"Silas! What are you waiting for?!" Wygar yelled from behind the trees.
"You better go, but i will keep an eye out so we can find each other again, oh, and my name is Panto Trost" Panto said before waiving him goodbye, seeing the prince run towards his guardian.
«Panto Trost» that name would be stuck to Silas' mind for a while, he liked it, but he couldn't quite place why.