Claudius yelled out as the blows landed on his arm. His fingers let go of Aris's throat, but he threw his sword-bearing hand at Aris.<br/><br/>With another loud clash of steel on steel, Capet blocked Claudius's sword a second time. "<span style="font-style: italic">Legends never die. They just get twisted,</span>" hissed Capet. The two of them pressed their swords against each other, a soft cracking sound coming from the blades.<br/><br/>Capet's sword cracked at an angle and broke into two, but one would not expect Capet to grin with a smile like an axe-murderer. He lunged forwards towards Claudius and leapt to the large man's face, jabbing him in the eye with a finger.<br/><br/>"Argh!" Claudius cried out in pain, shutting his eyes. With a maddened grin, Capet pushed himself upwards on Claudius's shoulders, placing his mouth right on Claudius's throat. The large staggered backwards and fell head-first on his back, along with Capet. There was a loud crack, and a pool of blood formed around Claudius's head.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">That's done with,</span>" said Capet coldly. He lifted himself up from Claudius and placed his foot on his throat, then grabbed Claudius's sword from his twitching fingers. There was no blood, safe for a few splashes, on Claudius's neck.<br/><br/>Capet's intense glare faded away, and he smiled at the rest of the group. "I apologise. I'm not very good at sword-fighting." His voice had returned to its well-cultivated butler demeanour with a wink at the group.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">A few moments earlier</span></span><br/><br/>Ashton turned towards the sound of a scream. The scream of a girl.<br/><br/>"What was that?" she asked.<br/><br/>"C-crap," grunted Silas. The demon tried to push Roy's foot up, to get some breathing space to speak. "That Claude guy. I think he's trying to kill that demon guy." Silas paused to swallow a bit. "That guy with black hair."<br/><br/>Roy looked at Ashton, who returned her brother's expression of horror.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Shit."</span>They mouthed silently to each other.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What do we do?</span><br/>Roy's eyes seemed to say to his sister.<br/><br/>Ashton bent down to grab Roy's crossbow and pointed it at Silas. "Grab that demon, Roy. We're heading there," declared Ashton. Roy nodded, taking his foot off Silas. Bending down to grab his collar, Roy lifted Silas up and turned him in the direction they headed, holding him by the back of his neck.<br/><br/>"One move and you're dead," Roy whispered in Silas's ear.<br/><br/>The trio moved slowly, Ashton keeping the crossbow trained on Silas at all times. Silas looked back at Ashton, smiling nervously at the knight. "I'm not going to hurt anyone," he said.<br/><br/>"You're a strange person," commented Ashton. "Now shut up and move."<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Roy pushed Silas into the training room, though Ashton kept her crossbow levelled at Silas. Their focus went to Claudius's limp body almost immediately, however.<br/><br/>"What the?" asked Ashton. "What did he try to do?"<br/><br/>"And who did that?" Roy added on.<br/><br/>Capet smiled gracefully, the sort of smile to welcome his lord. Not the sort of smile coming from a man who cracked the skull of another.<br/><br/>"Uhh... can I go now?" asked Silas meekly. Ashton pointed her crossbow at Silas again with a glare that said 'don't push me'. Silas sighed softly and sat down on the floor.