he Mighty Sir Jeffulot secured another triumphant victory this fine evening against the weakening Direwolf!

Sir Jeffulot, after his raging victory against Lord Stevarius, quickly challenged Direwolf to a duel for rank. The match finally occurred tonight... Sir Jeffulot, gaining strength with every kill, sets his sites on the throne, where he will soon rest his tired bones and bask in his own glory...

The Battle as the WadAsian High Counsel hath recorded it:

Direwolf, showing the utmost cockiness, strutted about the courtyard chanting "Hook kick this jackass!" as he grabbed his own groin and thrust his pelvis toward his angered opponent.... Sir Jeffulot, being of advanced years and seasoned with the finest of training from Lord Byron and Lord Lancelot in the golden years, slowly wielded his sword and spoke in the ancient WadAsian tongue as he circled the young one....

"He who shallst defy me, and my path, shall be swept aside like the once great Bon Bon doth did to the Gilgamites... I see thee standing before me, thrusting so, but you don't know, that I hath seen the future, and willst be me upon that throne within the castle chamber side, you willst be cast into the woods where your tattered soul willst hide...."

Perplexed, Direwolf decided to show some respect and pretended to understand this ancient WadAsian tongue... Nodding his head he drew his sword from beneath his cape, sending a high pitched tone into the air as the metal was unsheathed...

"Fight! you bastard!!!" Sir Jeffulot demanded(in plain, easy to understand 11th grade english).... "You will die by my sword tonight, and I will use your head as a single step of the ladder toward my destiny.... the Throne!" he growled as the cold wind whisped through the courtyard and tossed the dried leaves about in the dark...

The crashing and clanking began as the warriors slung their weapons at each other... blasts of sparks split the night when their swords collided, and deafening growls and ear wrenching cries were heard coming from the soul of the Direwolf....

The unexpected rage that Sir Jeffulot was displaying frightened Direwolf, and he was seen attempting to flee the scene... Sir Jeffulot, known for being uneducated in the ways of "pity" and "compassion", mercilessly slashed at Direwolfs flesh, sending him to the cobblestone to bleed and plead for mercy....

"Mercy?!" Jeffulot's voice rang out into the night.... "I know his brother, Death!... Death and mercy travel together, do they not!!!!?" he shouted as he held Direwolf's head up by his hair...

Silence swept through the courtyard, and all that could be heard was the crackling of the torches at the corners with a faint wind passing through the entrances...

Jeffulot raised his sword above the badly beaten Direwolf's head... He began to lecture the Direwolf as if it were a spelling "B".... With hatred and disgust in his voice he shouted: "mercy... Dee ee ay tee aich... mercy...." He said with a humorous tone.. "You want mercy little man!!!! You got it!!!!!!" he shouted as his sword came slamming down, sending sparks into the air as it hit the cobblestone missing Direwolf's head and neck by inches.... "I will allow you to live 7 more days, upon which time you will prove to me whether or not you deserve to live!" he said as he let go of the Warrior's long golden blood soaked hair.... Be gone, and practice... become a "true" warrior, and say not the word "mercy" to me again, or I will kill you where you stand...."

Direwolf crawled out of the courtyard in a panic, away from the very pissed off and very insane Sir Jeffulot...

Sir Jeffulot wiped the majority of Direwolf's blood from his fine armor and returned to his quarters for a refreshing Biznap....

~ Property of the WadAsian High Council

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