"Fool," Doren held his hand out dramatically as he spoke. Your master is dead. Kneel to me, the one who ended her, and rejoice that you'll finally serve someone worthy of commanding power." Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a shine of magic in the direction Boris had been. "Perfect," he smiled smugly. "With him as my pawn, I'll wipe the floor with them all." Doren swung his sword, and Daisy blocked it.
"You hold your weapon like you're afraid of it," Daisy noted, remembering Annie scolding her for the very same reason during their training lesson the previous night, "Your stance lacks the skill and poise one needs to wield a short sword, And that's coming from a creature that only learned to fight yesterday,"
Daisy swung at him; his limp posture and weak thrusts gave away that he had not trained to fight with the weapon he was using, only to use the spell placed upon it. "You should have used a weapon you could handle properly or trained more with the one you currently wield," She noted as she continued to test her new sword skills and attempted to disarm him without touching anything other than his sword.
"Fool, it matters not; soon you'll all-" The sound of ripping flesh and pain stopped Doren as a sword cut into his back; he fell forward and screamed before turning, flinging his sword at dead space, Olu standing well out of swords to reach behind him, flicking the blood off his sword.
"For someone so sure that they are worthy of commanding power, you sure don't take in your surroundings well," Olu mocked as he held his sword at the ready. "I was able to walk right past you, and your opponent is just playing with you,"
"Disarming an opponent means you can claim the sword as your own, so long as you don't disarm them cheaply," Daisy said confidently, "My new friend Annie told me that when she helped me train last night. She also told me Mistress Bree collects weapons; I will take that sword and present it to her as a gift!"
"You weak-minded beast," Doren spat back. "Your master is dead; give up and-" Doren got cut off again when Jaden ran past Daisy and socked him square in the eye, sending him to the ground and causing him to drop his sword.
"Olu is right, it's important to keep your surroundings in check when in a fight with multiple people, you are far from worthy to command a single monster, much less an army of them." Doren crawled back a little, but when his enemies stood their ground instead of advancing, he quickly rearmed himself and returned to his feet.
"Says the fools that let me get back up, let me guess your pitiful honor wouldn't let you-"
"Negative," Olu said, cutting him off as he sheathed his blade. "We are pissed you betrayed us, but we have injured and degraded you; this fight now belongs to Ms.Daisy to help her honor her fallen master," Daisy smiled and swung her sword; Doren barely dodged, and his sword began glowing again as it shot a torrent of flames out, Daisy took cover while Olu and Jaden retreated from the blood red flames that started to lick at the land while Doren laughed.
"Who needs to fight with a sword when you can smother your enemies in flames? it worked on that stupid bug-eyed bitch you called a master, didn't it?" Daisy quickly moved around the building and came out on the other side, Doren still laughing as he set the building she had run behind ablaze; Daisy held her sword as though she was about to slash downward, and it began glowing, copies of her blade appeared around her, and lighting began arching between them.
"Hey, dumbass," She screamed, getting his attention, "Sword Storm!" She swung down, and the blades all shot at Doren with varying degrees of speed; he rushed to the side and would have easily dodged the blades but ended up running into his flames; he let out a screech and flailed wildly in pain as he tried to stomp out the magical flames, hitting one of Daisy's duplicate blade with his sword and getting blasted with a bolt of lightning. The sudden electrocution sent him flying and his sword was sent flying. Daisy held up her free hand and caught the sword by the blade without so much as nicking herself.
"Who's a fool now?" She asked with a grin. Doren attempted to stand up, the hand he had been holding his sword with was blackened and burned beyond usability, while his right leg was blistered and burned. He held out his other hand, and the sword shot back to him, much to Daisy's displeasure. "Hey, I won that fair and square!"
"Die!" Doren spat back as he pointed it at her; before it could activate, Boris called out.
"From the top rope," And Landed next to Doren, Boris had his hands clasped together and smacked them down on Doren's elbow, slicing his arm clean in half. Doren screamed out in agony as Boris ignored him and took the blade from his severed arm, throwing the arm back at Doren as he handed Daisy the sword.
"Here you go, Mistress Bree will love it,"
"Impossible," Doren said as he fought through the pain and stood up, barely keeping his weight on the burned leg as he used his blacked hand to cover his stump, "You should be-"
" Under your control?" Boris asked with a noticeable air of being insulted. "As if I would let anyone other than Mistress Bree tell me what to do," Boris passed for a moment and looked shifty before letting out a hard breath and adding in a quieter tone, "Well, maybe Manfred, but only when we're alone."
"Spicy," Orion called out, waving a set of burnt sticks that had once been a stool when his ears perked. "Oh," Orion jumped away from the flames and ran to Doren, opening his mouth. Dorne screamed and begged for aid as Orion picked him up and carried him to the flames.
"Put me down," Doren demanded, using his one remaining good foot to kick at Orion as he carried him to the flames; instead of throwing him in like Doren thought he was planning to do, he dropped him.
"Here you go," He said proudly. "Orion retrieves best of all,"
"You idiot, your worthless master-" Doren fell silent when Bree began laughing from within his wall of flames; the red fire turned white and was sucked into the blade at the tip of Bree's staff; she stood laughing, her clothes not even slightly charred from the attack.
"My, my, my," Bree said, smiling at Doren as she swung her staff around for a moment, "I do apologize, but I was having so much fun watching you get your ass handed to you I just couldn't bear to let you know I was alive, I knew the look on your face when I came out would be hilarious, and I just wanted to wait until it seemed you where at your lowest," Bree sighed as Doren tried to back away from her.
"Look at me," She said, her playful voice gone as she stared at him with a frown. "I took time out of my day to save you, and this is how you repay my kindness,"
"It…I…King Odren was controlling me. Yeah! yeah, I was being used as a puppet, but losing my arm snapped me out of it." The desperation in his face was too much for Bree.
"I sincerely hate you," Bree decided sweetly.