Chapter 41.6- The Seadragon's Roar

“My Lord? The meaning of this is that you shall surrender yourself into our custody now that you have delivered yourself into our hands”

“You would betray guest rights?”I asked. I didn’t truly care all that much for the concept of guests rights in the first place— beyond their use in giving me an additional defence for if things had the potential to get dicey.

“Things like that are for little lordlings like you, my lord. The gods don’t care what we sailors do, do they?” Stevron asked, smirk on his face.

“So I think it’s fair for me to assume that you were the one stealing from me” I tried. Fishing

“Surrender, my lord. I will spare your life. This I swear on the love I held for your father as my Captain and the fondness I hold for your uncle. We will leave here, and I will take you to those who have requested your presence and you can live a life oof luxury in house arrest where you shall cause no more trouble” He said.

“And who’s requested my presence?”

“That is for me to know, my lord. You shall realise once we arrive at our destination” He said.

“Yeah….no” I refused, drawing my blade and taking my stance.

“There are nine of us to your two, my lord”

“Stevron, you are a competent sailor so perhaps you have not had cause to realise this for true. We are knights. You should have brought more if you wanted to have a good shot.”

“Don’t kill him. We need something to prevent that dragon from roasting us the second we step out” Stevron ordered as his men rushed at Ben and I.

We met their charge. I pulled at the bond I shared with Igneel even as I felt his rage begin to tempt him to just smash the tower open. Of course the risk that the tower would collapse on me as he did so was too high for me to not temper such urges. Besides, I was going to be enough for this. Igneel eagerly supplied his power and I felt my body respond, heating itself up in response to the power that flowed through me now.

The first man that met my charge aimed a blade at my head in a straight slash. I wasn’t wearing armour, but I had my sword on me and that was all I needed. I ducked underneath the swing, and just as I did so, I spun, lashing out with my blade. It kissed the back of his knee, sending him stumbling forwards. I left him behind me as I faced the next two.

They held their blades, waiting for me to attack first. Foolish. I swung my blade at the first one, body boiling with dragon strength. He blocked the attack, but he stumbled backwards from the force. He was too shocked to do anything as I kicked out, smashing his knee in the other direction before I stabbed him straight through the neck. His fellow tried to attack while I was occupied. I danced backwards, allowing the attack miss before I lashed out with my sword again. He was too slow to even react as his head was separated from his body. Three down.

Ben was fielding attacks from three at the same time while another lay on the ground. Stevron and the two closest to him watched with shock visble on their faces.

“I will have your surrender now, Stevron” I said, picking up the sword of the man I had just killed so I was dual wielding.

“That is not possible, my lord. Declan take the left. Mors take the right” I waited, blades in hand, as they took their positions.

“I told you, Stevron. I am a Knight. Even with a dozen more of your fellow lowlives, you could not take me.” I taunted, and they attacked.