The Wolf Hordes

He snored loudly, his head on a pillow, not even stirring at the sound of the captain's voice

Lucan kicked the guy out of his bed, grunting. "Get up!" he yelled, now angry as can be.

He woke up

"What man! Why are you bothering me! Lack of sleep can kill me on the battlefield!" he said

"Oh wah, how many nights you think the others have been so scared out of their wits that they've lost sleep hours before the damn battle! Anyways, it's not about that, it's about how you stupidly let the vixen screw you over and escape!" Lucan hissed, about to bash the end of his sword into the boy's head if he could. "Get up! We need to find that thing and get her back fast."

His eyes opened wide

"Wait.......what? I didn't do anything" he said, sitting up

"That's bull, get your ass up." Lucan growled, staring him down. "Get up!" he barked again, ordering him to. "I'll show you that the cage is wide open, plus, you just 'came in' like nobody's business. Get up!" he didn't even want to hear the guy's excuses.

"It wasn't me!!!!!" he said

"I came in to see her, and she bit me!" he said

"So I left"

Lucan grunted again. Why could he not believe this guy? "Yeah, and I'm the heir to the king's fortune and kingdom. Let me see the bite then, 'mr. new soldier'." he mocked, staring at him. He wouldn't let him get away this time.

He had to think fast. He didn't have a bite on him

"You take me for a fool?!?" he yelled, trying to make something up as he went

"I don't need to show any proof to you!" he said, and all of a sudden he saw a glove

"I challenge you to a duel!" he said, picking it up, and slapping him with it

Lucan raised a brow, taking out his blade without hesitation. "Well, you challenged me, and I'll answer. Get a blade from the weaponry, I'll show you." he said, scoffing. Honestly, he bet this guy didn't know how to duel at all. But, it would be interesting. He didn't move however as he smirked. "Unless you want to be in a fist fight since you have no blade of your own." he chuckled.

"Alright!" he said, taking off his gloves and spitting at the ground, trying to look as tough as he could

"Put 'em up!" he yelled, putting up his hands

Lucan chuckled, sheathing his sword and placing the sword and it's sheath together separate from him and on the ground as he stepped back, his fists up. "Well then, first punch then?" he smirked, enjoying the challenge.

He wondered what he got himself into. No way he was going to beat a proffessional fighter. But if he backed out now, he'd loose face, honor, and become a disgrace to his dream. He mustered all of his courage, charged in, and punched him in the face

Lucan let the punch make contact on his chin, but he sucked in a breath and bent down. He threw a punch to the young man's abdomen, enough to knock the air out of him and following another to the cheek. "Think you can keep up?" he mused, pushing his opponent back purposely.

He doubled over from the blow, and felt rough knuckles hit his cheek. He never felt such pain in his life. He flew back at his punch. He was scared. He wiped the blood that was comming out the corner of his mouth. He growled and flailed hooks at him, and began to kick him in his shins and the inside of the legs, finaly throwing a streight punch into his nose.

Of course Lucan sucked it up and let all the punches be thrown, but with the last punch heading towards his nose, his eyes sharply gazed into his. Instantly his hand went up and blocked it, grabbing his hand and pulling him around as he kicked with his knee into the opponent's stomach. "Eat this!" he hissed, making sure that he had made a good blow. He then let him drop to the ground, staring down. "Now, you little liar, tell me where this girl went."

He growled and got up, and kicked him in the groin, wildly swinging at him.

Lucan of course yelled, hissing and falling over as the guy flew at him, his fists making contact at each point. But as the last hit to make impact on his face, he finally shoved his fist into his opponent's face, hearing a crack in his nose. Obviously, he broke the 'soldier's nose.

He fell to the floor in a fetal position, clutching his bloody nose. He was at the mercy of Lucan. He was doomed to be dishonered

Lucan staggered as he got up, panting and almost feeling the blood from his head dripping from the side. "Well, you hit pretty good. You're definitely one for a soldier..if it were hand to hand. Sword wise..we'll have to do something about that." he chuckled, smiling a little. Fights always actually gave him a boost..if not made him happy. "Now..tell me the truth. Where did she run?" he asked softly instead of in an angry voice.

"Get away from me pig!" he said, scurrying away

Lucan raised a brow. "Little brat." he muttered, huffing as he grabbed his blade and sighed. He'd have to soak in a stream or something to wash this blood off. Great. "Fine, you stay here and be a nice dummy for the swords tomorrow. I'll be looking for that fool of a vixen myself." he grunted, watching as he scurried off. What a damn coward. He then walked off camp, into the woods as he expected to at least find her not that far off.

He cried, his whole body in pain. He had just been in his first fight, and he fought terribly

Lucan shook his head as he walked further into the forest, hoping to find this girl. Still, he was there when she was captured. Fortunately though, she seemed to have been new to her little charms. He was glad about that. "Vixen! Come on and show yourself!" he yelled, already just tired of wasting energy in trying to track her. He knew she might even just reveal her location when trying to run away.