AN: Hello everyone, my apologizes to those following this story, but I had difficulty finding motivation and time to work on this and any time I did not find it satisfactory so that definitely added time to the process. So as you can see this story; and probably any story by me for that matter, will not have a regular or quick update schedule. I am sorry, but here it is for your reading pleasure.

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Can Easily Become Vengeance

The Painted World of Ariamas

"So thous duel of revenge hast finally begun in earnest?" Priscilla asks during a break in my story telling.

"Yes, though it was not an easy victory." I profess "This was one of the rare times I have ever been in what you could consider a fair fight."

"What dost thou mean?" She questions "you have faced many a foe that would outclass you at most every turn yet you defeated them. Why would this be different?"

"It is best if I continue my story for you to understand." I explain as I continue…

...

Anor Londo

Lautrec's World

"Come on then!" Lautrec yells at me as another of his blows bypasses my shield and adds another wound to my sides. "For such a display you've put on earlier, it is almost disappointing to be beating you so handily!" he continues taunting as he swings his shotel for another attack that I dodge away from.

His taunting in of itself is not unwarranted. I am not used to fighting human opponents that still have their wits about them. His shotel's sickle like blades make them awkward to effectively block so I can't whether the blows like normal, and he is too smart and quick for me to simply run circles around him.

'My only solace in this,' I think as I make a swing at him 'Is that his armor; while ostentatious, is not very protecting' my thoughts confirmed when my attack hit home cutting into his side, before I withdraw my blade and jump back from him.

"You think you're going to beat me by running away?!" he yells charging at me, uncaring of any injury I was able to inflict on him. "I have seen how you fight! You hide so you may outlast your opponent!" he taunts as he readies his attack "You hide behind your shield! Your Armor! YOUR ALLIES!" he yells at me each statement punctuated by swings from his swords that I barely dodge.

"I am not an enemy you can beat by hiding 'knight'!" he continues as one of his swings hits my shield as the tip of its blade curves around to dig into my shoulder.

"You fashion yourself as some grand savior!" he continues as he swings his other shotel at me, forcing me to block it with my sword but failing to keep the blade from curling around to dig into my back.

"But you couldn't even protect your little maiden." he hisses at me. With a quick motion he rips his blades away from our entanglement; causing me more injury as well as throwing me off balance, before he gives a kick that knocks me down to the ground.

"While I on the other hand serve my goddess Fina and have never failed her." he boasts in a low tone, standing over me readying his blade to deliver one final blow.

Looking up at him from my position of struggling to get up and defend myself; hearing all of his taunts and insults to my honor, I felt something different from what I felt before. Before my fury was barely contained, now I felt it all coming to the forefront. As he brought his blade down to bare upon me I swung my shield out to meet it.

My swing was sloppy and I did not think or care at all for angle or timing, but it was enough apparently, for as his blade met my shield his strike was turned away. Lautrec was surprised that his attack was deflected, leaving him open to my retaliation.

Moving with strength and speed I did not know I had, I stood and gave a furious roar as I brought my blade forth to stab him through his golden breastplate.

My thrust hitting home I am met with the satisfying feel of my blade piercing through metal and flesh; skewering him through and through. But I had apparently missed his heart and spine for he still had the ability and strength to push me away, removing my blade from him and knocking us both away from the other.

Not finished I regain my stance; discarding my shield to gain a better grip upon my sword, I charge towards Lautrec. Unleashing all the righteous fury I have towards him, I let loose swing after swing of my blade at him. Each blow he barely evades or parries away, not having a single moment of respite to retaliate against my ferocious assault.

"This cannot be." Lautrec almost whispers "This cannot be!" he yells louder "How is the likes of you, pushing me back?!" he continues barely avoiding another of my attacks "I've seen how you act, how you carry yourself as some grand savior. You never had the heart needed to survive a land like this!" he yells out as he blocks an attack only to be knocked off his feet.

"How?" he questions as lays on the floor "You serve no lord, you serve no god, you serve no grander purpose than that damned legend!" he spits out, standing up to face me again "I serve my Goddess! I Serve Fina! I HAVE HER LOVE!" he rants as he charges at me "YOU HAVE NOTHING!" he roars as he jumps up into the air to try and bring his wicked sickles down upon me.

Throughout his entire rant I heeded not a single word of it; I do not respond, I do not care, I simply want him dead. I merely step to the side as he comes down and as his desperate attack misses I bring my own blade down upon his outstretched arms severing his hands at the wrists.

Falling down to his knees holding his newly severed arms close to him; he looks up at me as I ready to bring my down once more. Staring at me through the visor of his crowned helm he speaks his final words.

"So you do have the heart to survive this place, eh? Imagine that."

And he spoke no more, as his golden helm rolled across the floor.

Okay fights done. Cheers and have a wonderful life.