-M- Beat me at my own game
#11
Shawchert had the upper hand but only for moments. He was getting cocky and soon knew he was in a world of trouble as soon as Taliesin grabbed hold of one of his newly healed scars, given to him as a gift by Argul, and he could do nothing but thrash, though it didn't help, and his world went black with the immense pain. He would die at the hands of a puny scholar.

Upon opening his eyes, Shawchert did not know what to expect, but he didn't expect what he found. Taliesin sat on Sky's porch steps watching him. Shawchert stared at the man wordless. Looking down he could see his wounds had been treated. Looking over at the man Shaw didn't say a word. He kept both eyes on him just in case Taliesin wanted to fight "fair" and finish him while he could feel the pain. The humiliation that Shawchert felt was excruciating, fury, anger, everything, and yet he wasn't going to finish it. Taliesin had won. This opened Shawchert's mind a little more, but he was too angry, and he wouldn't acknowledge that Tal would get the girl. Shaw still had confidence she loved him. She'd proven that days before. He turned and walked off, no words nothing but his humiliation screaming in his ears. He would feel this pain as well as his physical pain for a very long time.


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