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Doran jeered as he held up the sword stained with Avershire's blood.
"Your going to pay old man for everything you've done," Devon growled.
"Come boy. I've been waiting long enough,"Doran said.
Devon yelled and charged forward and struck. Doran blocked and was surprised at the strength at Devon's strike. But he recovered quickly and counter attacked. Devon easily blocked it, and Doran stepped back.
"Is that all you have, old man? That's all that the famous corsair Jythralo Doran has?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Hasn't anyone taught you to respect your elders, boy?" Doran replied. Then he struck and it was Devon's turn to be surprised at Doran's strenght. Devon stepped back and Doran took advantage of it and pushed harder and harder. Devon stepped back and fought harder.
As the battle raged on around them, all Doran could see was the boy in front of him that he wanted to kill.
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The sun was rising. The battle was almost over. Many men lay wounded on the floor. Some Gondorians had fallen back, but most of them had lain down their swords in surrender. Many of the corsairs lay dead or dying but Doran wasn't worried-he still had three ships full of men ready to fight.
Doran was a little winded and he could see that Devon was tired also. Devon struck at his head. Doran blocked but the power at which Devon struck knocked the flat part of Doran's sword into Doran's head, knocking Doran onto the ground.
Devon smiled. "Ha, got you old man."
Devon raised the sword to finish off Doran but at that moment, many cries rang out.
"Gondorians! The Gondorians are here!"
Devon looked behind him and saw dozens of Gondorian soldiers charging down the beach killing and capturing any corsair they came upon. They were saved. The battle was won. Devon smiled in relief.
Doran saw that this was his moment. Quickly, he stood up and plunged his sword into Devon's back. The smile faded from Devon's face along with his life. He uttered a cry and reached behind him, trying to touch the wound. Doran leaned over close to Devon's ear-
"It looks as if it is I who has you."
Devon fell to his knees and onto the ground.
Doran looked down at the boy. Finally. He finally had his revenge.
At that moment, three Gondorian soldiers appeared, swords raised. Doran raised his arms into the air. He had lost the war, but had won the battle. Devon was dead.
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