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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; height: 375px; overflow: auto][justify][size=8] Exodus had been held against his will, sure it was to keep him safe, and from hurting himself however, it was not anything which he actually wanted. So as he lay on the flat, in the hut where he had no idea where he was, the man thought to himself. He had tried to escape multiple times, all times he had managed to injure himself even more. The band of... ruffians who had attacked him had been thorough in their beating him up, and he knew that they were good at fighting, which made everything even... worse. What if they attacked someone else? One of his own house? How could he live knowing he had failed to beat them?! His plight was of sheer stupidity, he had been stupid enough to think he could take the five masked men, when in fact, he really could not. As he lay facing the ceiling arms crossed under his head, Exodus' keen ears caught a commotion what was all that about. As he looked towards the door, he saw none other than... "Duncan." His voice was laced with annoyance, and a bit of anger. [/justify][/fancypost]

[justify]What was he doing here, in front of his house, something had drawn him here, though he did not know yet, perhaps it was hunger, or thirst, there had to have been something, some reason he was here as he traveled to Westeros to go chew out the queen for being a terrible person, however he didn't know. Striding up to the door of the small hut, the former prince knocked. "Pardon, may I enter?" He inquired softly, and in a friendly manner, a shuffling old man in a robe greeted him, and showed him in.

As he stooped to enter, his eyes caught on someone sitting in a bed... and he heard the voice, heard him utter his name. "Exodus... old friend." The tall man murmured, frowning slightly, fancy running into him again... fancy that.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; height: 375px; overflow: auto][justify][size=8] Exodus pushed himself up to his feet and grabbed his sword from a nearby wall, "You have no idea." He snarled. It was his fault, it was Duncan's fault, had he not faked his death, well Exodus would still be a nice and simple stable boy, and not.... who he was right now, whoever that was. He actually had no idea. Pushing past the monk he offered a few words of gratitude, "Thank you for all your help, but I really must leave... if there is anything which I can do for you in the future feel free to ask." The man murmured, before not to gently jolting past Duncan, his sword gripped loosely in his sword hand, someone would really pay for this, and that someone was going to be Duncan. As he exited he turned, "How could you? Just when I was... I fell for... I really like..." He was not even able to get it out, "It's your fault..." Exodus raised his sword, and waited for Duncan to do the same thing. He might be furious, but he was a gentleman. [/justify][/fancypost]

[justify]Duncan watched the slightly younger man get up, and grab his sword... so it had come to this, however Exodus' soft words to the man of religion were... very uncharacteristic, since when did Exodus... act... kind to religious figures, what about his past? Ah well, Duncan could worry about that later, following the man out, the muscular almost traitor to Westeros watched him hold his sword, he was a skilled fighter, that was why Duncan had hired him in the first place... but as he blabbered about something, loving someone perhaps? A frown made it's way onto his face, as if he was putting together pieces in his head.

Duncan was not stupid, nor slow, and he got to the conclusion rather quickly, "You are in love with my sister?!" Now that was an unexpected turn, indeed it was. "How..." He didn't finish, he couldn't fight this man for being... in love with his sister, but he would not step down from a challenge, especially when issued from the likes of Exodus. Drawing his own sword, he held it calmly, and beckoned for the fighting to start.

First wast he test of metal, they had never openly faced the other in combat, so they circled, or Duncan circled Exodus, and the other moved to keep an eye on him, their swords touching.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 300px; height: 375px; overflow: auto][justify][size=8] Exodus snarled at the words, and watched Duncan with his keen swordsman eyes, it was easy to see that Duncan had improved, but was he better than Exodus? That would be seen soon, "How? It's easy. She's amazing, beautiful, perfect... and if it wasn't for you and your whole 'watch over my family while I fake death.' Plan... I would never have met, her, and she would never hate me for almost dying... yet I'm sure she still thinks I'm dead." The mans lips formed a sneer, and he swung his sword lightly, testing the balance. Ah he remembered getting this sword... it had been in a fair fight, the owner... giving it up in order to keep his honor. As Duncan circled him Exodus slowly moved, testing the mans steel, their swords touching. Then in a split second he lunged placing a front stroke, and then an expert backhand, along with a jab. It was a set of three moves that he usually used as his opening fight. [/justify][/fancypost]

[justify]Raising his sword to block the first front had blow, he was unprepared for the ease with which Exodus' sword flashed to his other side, and instead of deflecting it, it hit his back, thank god he had light armor there, so it was only bruised. The third was a jab, and Duncan jumped back quickly, pushing the blade aside with his own. "You've improved. If that is possible." The man grunted, grudgingly impressed.
He had really left his sister in good hands... though now, this man was in love with his sister, which was rather awkward for him, as he had wanted to strangle Isaac simply for being engaged to her, then for dying. However, he was dead, there was nothing that Duncan could do to him.

Slashing at Exodus' legs he hoped that he would at least nick the man's unarmored legs. Yes he had the advantage of wearing armor that Exodus did not have, however Exodus had the advantage of training most of his life with the sword, whereas Duncan had only started a few years prior, beforehand he had been too caught up in books.