he Mighty Sir Jeffulot secured another triumphant victory this fine evening against
the weakening Direwolf!
Sir Jeffulot, after his raging victory against Lord Stevarius, quickly
challenged Direwolf to a duel for rank. The match finally occurred
tonight... Sir Jeffulot, gaining strength with every kill, sets his sites
on the throne, where he will soon rest his tired bones and bask in his own
The Battle as the WadAsian High Counsel hath recorded it:
Direwolf, showing the utmost cockiness, strutted about the courtyard
chanting "Hook kick this jackass!" as he grabbed his own groin and thrust
his pelvis toward his angered opponent.... Sir Jeffulot, being of advanced
years and seasoned with the finest of training from Lord Byron and Lord
Lancelot in the golden years, slowly wielded his sword and spoke in the
ancient WadAsian tongue as he circled the young one....
"He who shallst defy me, and my path, shall be swept aside like the once
great Bon Bon doth did to the Gilgamites... I see thee standing before me,
thrusting so, but you don't know, that I hath seen the future, and willst
be me upon that throne within the castle chamber side, you willst be cast
into the woods where your tattered soul willst hide...."
Perplexed, Direwolf decided to show some respect and pretended to
understand this ancient WadAsian tongue... Nodding his head he drew his
sword from beneath his cape, sending a high pitched tone into the air as
the metal was unsheathed...
"Fight! you bastard!!!" Sir Jeffulot demanded(in plain, easy to understand
11th grade english).... "You will die by my sword tonight, and I will use
your head as a single step of the ladder toward my destiny.... the Throne!"
he growled as the cold wind whisped through the courtyard and tossed the
dried leaves about in the dark...
The crashing and clanking began as the warriors slung their weapons at each
other... blasts of sparks split the night when their swords collided, and
deafening growls and ear wrenching cries were heard coming from the soul of
The unexpected rage that Sir Jeffulot was displaying frightened Direwolf,
and he was seen attempting to flee the scene... Sir Jeffulot, known for
being uneducated in the ways of "pity" and "compassion", mercilessly
slashed at Direwolfs flesh, sending him to the cobblestone to bleed and
plead for mercy....
"Mercy?!" Jeffulot's voice rang out into the night.... "I know his brother,
Death!... Death and mercy travel together, do they not!!!!?" he shouted as
he held Direwolf's head up by his hair...
Silence swept through the courtyard, and all that could be heard was the
crackling of the torches at the corners with a faint wind passing through
Jeffulot raised his sword above the badly beaten Direwolf's head... He
began to lecture the Direwolf as if it were a spelling "B".... With hatred
and disgust in his voice he shouted: "mercy... Dee ee ay tee aich...
mercy...." He said with a humorous tone.. "You want mercy little man!!!!
You got it!!!!!!" he shouted as his sword came slamming down, sending
sparks into the air as it hit the cobblestone missing Direwolf's head and
neck by inches.... "I will allow you to live 7 more days, upon which time
you will prove to me whether or not you deserve to live!" he said as he let
go of the Warrior's long golden blood soaked hair.... Be gone, and
practice... become a "true" warrior, and say not the word "mercy" to me
again, or I will kill you where you stand...."
Direwolf crawled out of the courtyard in a panic, away from the very pissed
off and very insane Sir Jeffulot...
Sir Jeffulot wiped the majority of Direwolf's blood from his fine armor and
returned to his quarters for a refreshing Biznap....
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council
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