I would never

Enn

Memories of the tourney and Destry quickly faded out, as did anything he might've been up to recently. 

He wasn't sure if he woke, so much as that he was where he was supposed to be. On the back of a horse, at the sidelines of a battlefield, with a group of his people.

They'd intercepted communication and landed on a time, date, place, and predictably, Magiska was not prepared for their opponent at all. Their mages weren't nearly as powerful as they imagined, and this wasn't odd.
Rarely did Siregal have trained mages, with no education system for them in place, and the actually powerful wild mages rarely aligned themselves with the feral little youngster groups like these. 

Or like Sangre Mar's. 

He knew they weren't visible to the fighters about to confront one another. One of his mages had cloaked them in invisibility, and Enn's magic had strengthened it tenfold.
Though he couldn't feel his magic copying theirs at all. He just knew he had.

And only when it was obvious Magiska couldn't hold their own against the knights from the Siregal Monarchy did Enn give the command, and the group swooped in on horseback.

They were all in full red outfits, even the fabric their saddles rested upon was red. Enn's hair was cut short, his intensely red eye unscarred. Most people moved out of the way fast as they pulled in-between the warring groups, blazing fire and pulling up large roots from the ground to create distance.
Enn jumped off his horse, letting the animal cross the battlegrounds safely to the other side as he pulled his sword out of the scabbard. 

They had the element of surprise, this would be quick enough. That, and Enn's mages were stronger. He had so much magic to choose from. 

Oddly enough, he only really felt one.

Destry

The cries of the startled men upon the battlefield sounded out as the Sangre Mar charged through, the opposing army could do little to ward off such a surprise attack and many were taken down by the rebels.

Those brave - or foolish - enough to take them on tried valiantly. Though many failed at the end of a sword or the point of a well placed arrow. Almost as soon as Enn's boots hit the ground, arms were upon him and a silver sword came swinging from his right in a brazen attempt to take down the leader of the opposition in one fell swoop. A young boy he was, likely inexperienced, and it showed.

While Enn was met with blade some way away, Destry had found himself suddenly in the middle of a raging battle. He did little to question it, he had no idea how he got there, but it felt right.

The knight's shining black armour was spattered with red and brown, and more was added as he heaved his great sword and cut down an opponent who was charging at him as if he were slicing an apple in two.

Enn

Enn blocked. Their clash rung out across the field, joined by the harmony of a battlefield. By Enn's steely gaze upon the boy, his attacker knew he'd fucked up. 
Of course he wanted the honor of taking down Enn, and they always thought he'd be easy with his short stature and minimum armor. But Enn didn't depend on his magic, he could never be sure if he was a mage or a non mage at any given time. So why risk it? 

The Sangre Mar leader relied far more on agility and speed than pure strength, and a well placed stab took his opponent right out of it. Enn didn't check if he'd hit him fatally, that would be the opposing force's problem later. He didn't like doing it.

His line of sight drifted to a knight in black he didn't recognize, but he was radiating magic.
A mage working for the opposition? It happened. But not often.
Quickly Enn adapted the magic to his own- quicker than usually- and with his own sword in a side-hold, rushed over to the knight to prevent him from doing more damage to his people.
Was he doing that? 

Enn's sword would absolutely not hold against a great sword, he couldn't risk that. Instead, magic freshly on him, he would have to influence the knight's emotions somehow.
Joy, apathy, sadness, they all felt like they wouldn't assure him the knight would stop. 

Fear, then. It would have to be fear. 

"HEY!" Enn called out, hoping to get his attention, mismatched eyes firmly on his new target.

Destry

he wished for attention was on Enn before he had even shouted. The mountainous figure of the knight, adorned in his armour started to drift toward Enn like a stormcloud approaching. But Destry paused a moment as he was hit with a familiar feeling, his gauntleted hand raised a moment to his head as if he were suffering from a moment of pain or discomfort.

Though his visor was down and his eyes not visible, Destry was very clearly glaring over at Enn and the space between them across the field seemed to vibrate as Destry worked his own magic back at the retaliating mage. There was a fluctuation of wavelengths and after a few moments of struggling, the knight won out and he gestured his raised hand like a flick as the wave of fear Enn had been trying to project onto him rebounded in force toward the rebel leader.

Enn

Enn already started to feel unsteady when the knight started his approach, unused to an opponent like this. And while his magic did its best, it simply wasn't enough. 

It felt like his brain vibrated out of his skull, his free hand wrapping over his eyes as if closing himself off would take him out of the scene. His heart was beating so fast and so hard it was all he could hear and feel.

That, and the magic had sent him straight to a memory that'd come close to the fear it made him experience. As if his mind had to make sense of the emotion.
A void so dark and encompassing, he thought it was all he'd ever known. No sound, no sight, no senses whatsoever.
It felt like he knew what death was like. And it was rapidly approaching.

It took his magic some twists and turns before it could turn off the feedback loop, and Enn caught himself heaving for breath in the middle of a battlefield, free hand clutching at his throat.
That, and he finally caught onto the heavy clunking of armor- which didn't mean much good for him. Enn was hardly a physical fighter, even if he could dish out some. Generally he depended on the magic of the mages around him, and this one was a less obvious one to use in battle as opposed to, say, fire.
And yet. He had to try. This man would stomp him if he didn't.
Somehow the void had left him with one emotional state hidden underneath the terror. A fondness, a recognition, and it was that he ended up sending out towards the approaching set-of-armor.

Enn held nothing of that same fondness he was radiating, planting his feet firmly in the ground in anticipation. His eyes roved the armor, looking for weak spots, aiming his thin sword to hit in-between some of the plates on his shoulder.

Destry

A lumbering tower of fear, the knight still said nothing as he approached ceaselessly. Just as Enn seemed to regain his grip on reality, the knight’s heavy sword came swinging down at the other man’s side.

A jab of Enn’s sword and with the movement, Destry missed his blow completely. His sword embedded in the muddy earth and he let out a growl of pain as the tip of that thin blade hit its mark between his plating. It was a pain which seemed too real, as if he were experiencing it in the same shoulder, in another plane.

The sudden sting of pain caused Destry to lose his focus and the veil of emotional control was lifted from Enn, the fear vanishing.

Enn

He breathed the relief of no longer being under that emotion's control heavily, as if he hadn't been able to the past few minutes.
It felt as if his stab had far too much of an effect on the knight, maybe he hadn't anticipated surviving the encounter. His eyes were on the heavy sword the knight had embedded into the mud. With newfound confidence Enn gave a hard kick at the part of the sword connecting to the hilt, aiming to kick it out of his hands entirely.

Destry

The sword was not yet dislodged from the mud, and Destry's hand was also not dislodged by Enn's valiant kick. Setting his grip, Destry deflected the kick and reached out his free hand to grab at the front of the other man's outerwear. Destry lifted Enn up by the front with his one hand as if the other man was a feather, and with a great silence, he threw him aside and away a few metres into the mud to buy himself time to pull his sword up from the earth once again.

Enn

He had no time to feel surprise on how easily he got lifted. The opposite would've been more surprising, Enn wasn't large nor heavy. It betrayed just how powerful this man was under the armor as much as what he'd seen on the outside of it.

He landed with a nasty, dull thud on the churned-up grass, having had at least the foresight to brace with his shoulder for the impact.
Enn is quick on the recovery, there's no time not to be. As he gets up he looks over at the knight pulling the sword from the mud. Helvete. 

That is of course also the moment he realizes he's lost his own sword, eyes quickly scanning the grass and catching the gleam of iron not far from Destry.
It was tempting to run the other way. Find a mage with an offensive magic he could borrow. It would be wiseto run. 

He realized this, as he dove for the thin sword a couple of feet away from the giant knight.

Destry

Despite the wound to his shoulder, Destry still moved in a smooth and stoic sort of way, as if his power was so great that he needn't exert himself. 

Pulling his sword to his side, the knight turned to see where Enn had attempted to flee. He raised his free hand, armored fingers twisting like a claw toward Enn, mimicking the sudden grasping tendrils of hate and anger he was forcing upon Enn's feelings.

"You wish to fight, so fight me well," Destry spoke, his voice resounding and almost smug, as if behind his helm he were relishing in their dance.

"I inspire war," Destry continued as he manipulated Enn's emotions with a tide of fury rising inside of him. He wanted a good fight, so would inspire his opponent thusly.

Enn

To Enn, Destry looked almost mechanical. Like no pain nor emotion would ever bother him. He'd long forgotten the rest of the battlefield- maybe it didn't exist anymore, only this damned knight.

A mismatched set of bright eyes turned to Destry as he grabbed his own sword from the ground, and the anger that rose in him was unlike any he'd felt before.
Or was it?
He had felt this, in another timeline where he'd already gotten to his family. In the timeline where he overpowered his father, where ten years of war accumulated in a mere minute. 

"Fight you? You hide behind armor, though I suppose you might need it." Enn mocked with a snarl, his red eye seemingly glowing as he sheathed his sword and took out a knife in it's stead.
The anger didn't help with the thinking straight part. But his own magic grabbed it anyway, pushing the same fury he was made to feel back onto Destry as he ran towards the knight.

Not having heavy armor on him nor a big sword gave him some agility Destry lacked. But his attack was no surprise, and he had no true way of wielding Destry off.
Instead, Enn jumped the man, stabbing the knife in-between plates of armor, avoiding areas he knew would likely have chain mail.
He was wrong a few times, but the anger stopped him from thinking straight, a wild frenzy of fury instead.

Destry

Destry paid no mind to the mockery, he knew he did not need to take part in it and that it was only a sign than his magic was working.

As Enn stabbed at him, Destry let out a laugh despite the pain he felt at every thrust of well placed the dagger between his amor plates.

"Embrace your anger, wield it. Do not let it control you," Destry said through choked breathing, Enn's dagger came out red with each strike and it was obvious that he was hitting his mark and yet... The knight still stood unflinching. He reached out and easily grabbed Enn's maiming hand. There was a sharp snap as the knight swiftly broke the man's wrist with a squeeze of his heavy fist, shaking it so that he would loose his blade.

Enn

Ohh the knight had an easy way of talking. Of course he was letting his anger control him- there was So Much of it, and so little left of Enn. And hadn't his anger brought him here, hadn't it been exactly what he'd always needed to follow? 

His laugh didn't make Enn less furious.

Thebreaking of his wrist was still a surprise. He saw the knight grab his arm, saw and felt the pressure he applied, and the snap was there before Enn could react. The pain that shot through him was real, felt real, and Enn had no awareness of this being a dream.
The scream he let out said as much.

With a clatter against Destry's armor, Enn dropped his dagger. The rage that beat against his chest futile in the light of a useless hand. It gave him enough pause to let his magic strangle Destry's again, turning to face the knight.
"Let me GO!" Enn snarled, using Destry's magic against him to compel him to do so, to feel like he has no choice. "Lose that sword of yours, you bastard!" His voice hitched with pain, good hand clutched around the limp wrist. "There is no wielding anger and you know it, only a goal and whatever stands in the way."
He didn't want to reason about this.
"And if I stand before yours, then you have to kill me."

Destry

"Wielding any emotion is possible," Destry replied simply, "Emotions... Are the greatest asset in times of war." His grip on Enn faltered and he could not help but loosen his grip, until he let go of the man altogether.

"See, you're learning that," Destry said in a cocky sort of way, despite him being controlled by Enn in that moment, he clearly enjoyed the sight of the man proving him right rather than caring about being bested.

Destry took a few steps backward as he tried to refocus and regain control of his own emotions, Enn could use his magic but he had not truly gained the understanding of them that Destry had throughout his life. Dark red streams had started to paint the front of the knight's dark armour, glinting wetly in the overcast light around them, the knight was clearly bleeding heavily from Enn's attacks.

Enn

"You wouldn't know! You haven't fought in a war!" Enn accused, an allegation based on nothing. He didn't know that, had no way of knowing, and whatever knowledge he did seem to have on the man was strangely distant. 
Had he ever known him?

Not this man, certainly not. He was infuriating, obviously on purpose, and Enn's mind had stopped trying to find any resemblance of control over it.
His eyes slid briefly over Destry's armor, the obvious blood caking his armor. If he wanted to turn this around, he had to do something now.
Gaze darted to the fallen knife, so close to Destry, and then to the sword he still carried. 

The smart decision didn't come.

He dove for the knife instead. 

Destry

Without replying, Destry stopped his movement backward as he felt the attempted control over him dissipate. Watching for his next move, one which Destry had not expected to be so foolish, Destry readied himself just as Enn made his dive.

Instinctively, the knight pivoted to the side as Enn launched himself toward his fallen dagger. Had Destry allowed the man to reach his dagger on purpose? Perhaps a last taunt from this master of war.

With Enn on the muddied ground, Destry kicked him over so that he rolled to his back. Looming over him, Destry took a moment to have one last look upon his opponent. Before Enn could make any final attempt, Destry put an end to their conversation by plunging the tip of his great sword down directly through Enn's heart. The knight made it quick, and though he may have revelled in the chaos of the battlefield, he did not seem to have any lingering interest, nor take any satisfaction from, felling his rival in that moment.