The Doomed Ch2

We set up camp just before sundown. I found a nearby tree and pulled myself up and inside a thick set of branches, placed tree arrows in a branch, and hopped back down with my short-sword and my bow with an arrow notched on its string.
“So, kid, what’re are we going to be fighting with tonight?” Toark asked me as I rejoined the group of three sitting around a newly made fire.
“What do you want?”
“I’m dying to fight with that gunblade, so we’ll be fighting with long-swords tonight.”
You fight with the LRS, I fight with your bastard sword…okay.
“I’m completely fine with that, but all I own is this short-sword and a few daggers…”
“You can use my hand-and-a-half sword for tonight, and I’ll see if I can’t make you something if we find any metal-scraps along the way. You’ll need something better than that flimsy little sword of yours, or at the very least a shield for your other hand.”
“I’m a ranged fighter. I prefer you maimed or dead before you know where I am.”
Silence enveloped the camp, and Toark plucked both the LRS and his Neo-Wootz bastard sword from the bed of the truck. He tossed his own sword over to me and we both walked a small distance away from the two others.
“Now, before we start, I have to warn you, I have a definite physical advantage over you…” Toark said seriously, and I laughed. I already knew about his gifts, but that didn’t make us mismatched, “I possess speed, strength and endurance surpassing that of most other humans.”
“Yes Toark, whatever.” I said grinning.
“Fine, but I guarantee you’ll wake up sore tomorrow…”
“And I’m sure you’ll feel the same.”
He ran at me twirling the LRS in his hand as he did. This was always the dangerous part for me. If I didn’t avoid the first blow and land a quick strike, it would be a very, very quick sparring session. Looking around, I saw nothing that would be of use to me. As Toark reached my, he swung the LRS over his head and slashed diagonally at my right shoulder. Diving to my left, I hit the ground with my right shoulder and, with the sword in my left hand, smacking his knee with the flat the blade. Behind me, I heard him breathe in sharply. Quickly getting back on my feet, I rushed at him, unleashing a flurry of blows all at different areas of his body. His legs, left arm, head, a stab towards his chest, right shoulder; anywhere his sword wasn’t. I knew the only way to beat him was to use my speed…well, one of the only ways I could beat him. All my other options were currently closed to me know. I wanted to remain anonymous for as long as possible. I ducked a wild horizontal attack from Toark and I flicked my sword up so that it rested on his collarbone.
“Dead.” I told him with a grin.
“…You’re a fast little bugger kid, I’ll give you that.”
I didn’t answer though. I was listening intently to a rustling sound about 20 feet away in the bushes a little bit past the clearing.
“Hey, kid, what’s wrong?”
“GET DOWN!” I yelled, tackling Toark to the ground as a fireball whizzed over our heads and into a tree, setting it on fire. Jumping to my feet, I grabbed the LRS that Toark had dropped and settled into a battle-ready position.
“Ah, little Willie still ready for anything, I see.” came a mocking voice from the shadows.
“And you’re still overconfident to the extreme.” I answered, my voice laden with malice.
“Perhaps. But maybe you should look at little more closely at your friends. See the one with the blonde hair? Does she look familiar at all?” the voice was goading me, I knew it needed me to look away from it’s source.
“I’ll admit, she looks vaguely familiar. Now, come out of the shadows where I can see you, Adam.”
Adam came walking out boldly with his falchion in hand, “Ah, so the entire cast is reunited again.”
“Whatever Adam. Drop the sword and get on the ground.” I ordered, pulling back the hammer to fire a round from the LRS.
“I think not my friend. You see, I have to destroy that murderer over there. It is the way of things.”
“Like hell you’re going to Adam!” Toark yelled, having picked up his bastard sword, and rushed towards him. Neither of us noticed the fireball that came speeding from the lit tree behind us. Toark fell, screaming, as the fireball boiled his blood and tore apart his skin.
“Your own brother?!”
“My sister-in-law too, if I can manage.” he said with a sadistic grin, launching another ball of fire from the tree directly towards Lauren. I was ready for this one though, and it missed. And something clicked in my head. Several different things.
“YOU BASTARD!” I yelled, pulling the trigger on the LRS and running towards him. With a quick flick of his wrist he pulled his sword up in time to deflect the bullet that went speeding towards his head. Dropping the sword (which was in my left hand) to my side, I launched an attack towards his right shoulder, the sword points digging a centimeter into the soft earth, than flying up with inhuman speed as a gust of wind sped up behind me. Adam, barely managing to block the attack, slashed horizontally towards my ribs on the right side. The wind slowed his attack slightly, and I easily parried it. Cocking back the hammer of the revolver, I simultaneously brought my sword over my head and brought it down with all the force I could muster. Adam jumped back to avoid the attack, and I pulled the trigger on the gun, barely missing his head with the bullet. Curving the sword so that it wouldn’t buried in the ground, I whipped it to the side of my right leg, and slashed horizontally at Adam’s ribs. He barely managed to block the blow, and the blade was only half an inch from his side. Pushing with all my strength to the left and simultaneously sliding the LRS forward, I sliced into his ribs with the left point of the sword. I pulled back the hammer on the revolver as Adam recoiled off the sword point, and I pulled the trigger. The bullet hit him in the right shoulder, missing the major arteries, instantly cauterizing his wound, and plowing its way though the bone. With a yelp of pain, Adam was blasted backwards and onto his back. Before I could finish him off though, he jumped to his feet and ran, leaving his falchion behind on the ground. Picking it up, I once again cocked back the hammer of the revolver, preparing to take another shot. I walked slowly over to Josephine with only a single purpose. She ran over to me, her face full of worry, “Alex, are you okay? That was amazing fighting, I’ve seen very few swordsmen that could riva-.” she stopped talking as I raised the LRS so that the point where lightly pushing into her throat, “Give me one good reason not to pull this trigger.”
“How about three, William Stafford?” Toark offered with deadly menace, the edge of his bastard sword pressed against my jugular vein.