I readied my double swords, Ignite and Raze. 

"I'm ready whenever you are," said Derrick, with a smile. 

I struck as fast as I could, no warning, no warm up, just a fast head on strike. I hoped this would catch it by surprise, it did. Derrick stood still for a second then quickly jumped back with my first strike. Little did he know that the second blade was right behind. The blade swung towards Derrick's side with deadly accuracy. Suddenly my blade halted. To my surprise Derrick's blade had seemed to appear right next to his side. 

I immediatly jumped back, getting ready for Derrick's attack. Nothing happened. Derrick just stood there staring at his blade in surprise, so I struck again. Derrick's arm moved incredibly fast, so fast it wasn't human. I whipped the second blade to his other side, but again Derrick stopped it, moving with incredible speed. This time he jumped back, giving him some room. I smiled, I was actually beating Derrick, I think.

Derrick glanced to his blade one more time then back at me. He narrowed his eyes. This time he was getting serious.

We eyed each other for a few seconds, then Derrick struck. He was so fast, but I already knew that. I blocked his first blow with ease, then the second blow came from the right, which I blocked with my other blade, leaving my middle wide open. Derrick went for it. Suddenly my arms moved without warning and our blades clashed together.

Derrick quickly jumped back, as did I. Then we struck at each other again. Derrick was very skilled with a blade, it wasn't hard to figure that out, but what made him even more dangerous was that he kept  changing techniques, always randomising his strokes, never giving the openent the chance to read his strokes.

So the fight continued. Derrick was going for it hard and fast, probably because of the way I surprised him earlier, but every single time I blocked, I did so without thinking, as if I wasn't controlling my movements. Derrick struck to the right again, this time, instead of blocking I ducked and swung my blade overhead at his. This caused Derrick to stumble forward. I went for the opening, stabbing my blade at his exsposed underbelly. There was no way he could block it.

There was a swirl of movement, so fast that it could make a dragon seem slow. Our blades were locked together for a second time.

'How?' I thought, no one could move that fast, even Derrick. 

I looked at my swords and remembered how I had seemed to move, without controlling myself, then I remembered something about the blades that could make this fight very complicated. The blades were desined so that they would block anything coming at there owner, including impossible blocks. They moved as fast as they needed, if it was to stop there weilder losing a fight, which ment that this fight was going to last a very, very long time.

Derrick struck again. The blades moved and blocked the blow. Derrick started to deliver a swirl of strikes, fast enought that even the best swordsman would fall, but the twin blades blocked every blow with seeming ease. We both jumped back, heaving under the immense speed in which we had been moving. Derrick hesitated slightly, until I struck my first blow. Derrick's blade moved into place. I struck again, with my other blade this time, but kept pushing with the my blade and Derrick's together, forcing him to keep in the lock. That was the advantage when using dual blades, you could attack from two different angles at once.

To my surprise Derrick ducked under the blow, before lashing at my feet, causing me to trip and fall. I struggled to get up, but one of my swords suddenly moved at overwhelming speed, blocking a fast blow from Derrick. I rolled away and sprung to my feet, just in time to block another blow from Derrick. I struck back with my other sword. Derrick blocked and struck. I blocked with both blades, locking the three magical blades together.

I started to try and push Derrick back. It didn't work. I was only fourteen, Derrick was a full grown man at twenty seven, and he was stronger. He started to push back. I started to slowly slide back, and was forced to take a step, unless I wanted to fall over. He slowly started to push me back, step by step. I gritted my teeth, this wasn't working as well as I expected. Time to try something else.

I knew Derrick was pushing as hard as he could, which was a big mistake, and I was going to take advantage of it. I stepped to the side and pushed Derrick's blade to the side. He stumbled forward and I put my foot infront of his, and he tripped over it.

As soon as he was down on the ground he rolled over and put his blade up in a defensive position, which I was expecting. I only tripped him over because it gave me a chance to do what I wanted to. I connected the hilts of the two blades and whatched as they transformed into a flaming staff.

Derrick had gotten up now and was running towards me. As he struck I swung the staff at the side of his sword, knockng it too the side. I twisted around and stabbed backwards with the other end. Derrick jumped backwards. I twisted around so that we were both facing each other.

"Some pretty good swords you got there," said Derrick with a smile.

I smiled, "Well not everyone had a magic blade."

I looked at his blade.

Derrick's eye's narrowed, "You know?"

Luckily our fight had put us at the other end of the field from Rogan, so he couldn't here this conversation.

"It's quite obvious if you know what to look for," I said, "The speed at which you move sometimes is to fast, even for you. Your blade is designed to keep you from losing a match, and will move as fast as it needs to, to stop you from losing the fight."

Derrick nodded, "That's been happening to you to, hasn't it."

I nodded, "It's very helpful. If it wasn't for these blades I would have lost the fight by now."

Derrick smiled, "Even so, your pretty good for a kid."

"I'm not a kid!" I said.

Derrick smiled, "I know."

Then he struck with incredible speed. I frantically blocked with my flaming staff. What I couldn't block the staff did. Our weapons moved in a blur as we both tried to gain the upper hand, but it was hopless, none of us could win. We fought for hours, taking and giving blows but none of them landed. Every time we clashed the swords moved into position, and I was getting exhausted. In fact I was so exhausted I was just letting the staff do all the work, not even attempting to lift my arms to parry.

At one point I got the chance to pull my staff back into the two swords, for is seemed easier that way. We fought all morning and into the afternoon, none of us willing to give up, but I was exhausted, even Derrick was getting puffed out. Eventually we paused in our fight, standing only a few metres away from each other.

Derrick smiled, "This is getting quite exhausting," he puffed.

I nodded, gasping for breath.

"How about one last charge, then we can go get lunch, or dinner," he said.

I smiled, and nodded again, to tired to say anything.

"Okay," Derrick lifted his blade, I lifted mine, then we charged.

I ducked his first blow then struck with my left blade, which Derrick blocked, then struck from the other side with my right. Derrick twsited so that he brought my left blade in front of my right. He then shoved me backwards and started to strike repeatedly, letting of hundreds of extremely fast blows. I, of course, blocked them all, but I was being driven back.

The next swing I ducked and rammed my shoulder into Derricks stomach, the first hit. Derrick gasped and stumbled backwards. I then launched my own attack, making Derrick scramble to parry my fast blows.

The swords clanged together, making a bong each time they clashed.

I made one last attempt to defeat Derrick. I put all my strength into a double sword stroke from above. Derrick put his sword at an almost horizontal angle from the ground, making both my swords deflect downwards. After that he followed through with his stroke and pushed both swords downwards, and angled his sword so the hilt was at my stomach. Suddenly he drew his sword upwards, fast, so fast that not even my magic blades could of blocked that.

He cut a large gash from my waste to my shoulder. I cried out and dropped to one knee. Derrick put his sword against my throat.

"Dead," he said.

I smiled, it turns out that even the magic blades could be beaten. He helped me up on my feet, then out his hand on my wound, and cast a healing spell. A healing spell was a mixture of earth and will, earth to actually heal the wound and will to seal it up.

Derrick smiled, "I sense that we wil be good friends one day."

"Me two," I said.

With that we clasped hands, "good fight."

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