Richard smacked his sword down on a meddling soldier, "Tell your men to back off, Duke! This shall be a fair fight!"
The Duke waved his hand at his men, "Keep the Telemarsians out! Don't worry about me, I can handle myself."
"Ah, but can you handle a sword?" Richard sarcastically asked.
The two fought on. Duck, parry, smack, cut, smash, and hack. Richard finally managed to hit Bloxford's head, but the golden bull ornament prevented Richard' sword from piercing the Duke's helm.
Meanwhile, the half-drunken Duke of Jarith stumbled off his chair. He walked to his window and saw the Duke of Bloxford and Richard battling it out, “Brother...YOU are the source of most of my problems! You and those stinking Forestmen! No more...I will kill you, here and now! I may lose today, but you shall not win!” he cried. He stumbled drunkenly over to a Bloxfordian supply chest and attempted to open it; it was locked. Seeing an axe that was mounted on a coat of arms on his wall, the Duke pulled it off and cut the chest to pieces. Inside were a couple of swords and knives...and one hand-cannon. The Duke took the gun and shuffled back to his window; the Duke of Bloxford and Richard were still there. Jarith aimed the gun(which he did not know how to use), muttered a curse, and made ready to pull the trigger. In his drunken state, he could not hope to aim properly, and, even when sober, he was no warrior-duke. He stared at Richard, lit the fuse, and fired. At first, it looked like it would hit Richard, but then it curved wildly and smashed into Bloxford's chest; killing him instantly.
The Duke threw the gun out of his window in frustration, “Go to Agaste, Richard, you traitor!” he screamed. Suddenly, he thought he saw someone in the adjoining dining hall. Pulling out a dagger, he walked slowly into the room. Just then, the Duke collapsed in agony, clutching his chest, “It is nothing, just too much to drink,” he muttered. He got up and proceeded into the hall. Then he saw him. Robin was sitting in the Duke's chair, at the end of the long table. Robin had his feet on the table, and he was eating a piece of roast beef.
“Well, well, well...” said Robin calmly, “Who is this?”
“Who indeed!” Robin responded to himself in a high-pitched voice.
“I say, we give 'im a trial,” Robin said in a different low-pitched voice.
“Get out, you fiend!” shouted the Duke madly.
“Oh, I am afraid that is quite impossible,” said Robin in his normal voice, “Me and my friends here aren't through with your trial!”
“What trial!” the Duke thundered.
“Why, your trial for war-crimes, of course! Killing non-combatants, and treason against Ruratainia.”
“Are you mad!”
“Angry yes, crazy no,” Robin responded with a smirk, “Now I say before the gentlemen of he court, that the death sentence should be carried out upon this dastardly villain.”
“Agreed!” Robin shouted multiple times in the different tones of voice; the “jury." Robin's mock trial sentenced the Duke to die.
“You can't kill me! Guards! Guards! Guard-AAH!” the drunken, frenzied Duke collapsed; dead of a heart attack.
Robin grinned and walked out of the room. All he said was: “Too much drinking. Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
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