"Sire, do you wish to duel...We have a challenger!"
The military advisor asked as he entered the throne room.
"I'm always up for a challenge, will it be you this time, Tamir?"
"Hah! No, you're majesty, it's a new recruit actually...One that we just took in about a month ago."
"Sure, I'll go with him! Should be fun..."
The duo walked into the adjacent room to see a stalky, dark skinned, brown haired man sharpening his sword. He looked eerily familiar to Naqada but he couldn't place where from.
"Here you go, sire!" Tamir threw a sword to Naqada.
The two dueled for awhile and then the challenger locked swords.
"You still don't remember me, eh? Think you bastard! Think! You killed my family on your little crusade! You held me back while my family was slaughtered! You thought I was dead! Now I'll kill you!"
The man took out a dagger and sliced at Naqada. He moved just in time. About ten guards stormed towards the man and Naqada held his hand up.
"No. This man wants to kill me...Let him try."
Naqada dodged another swipe from the dagger then grabbed his hand, stopped the next blow from the sword and threw the man to the ground. He then stepped on the sword hand while a guard picked up the dagger which the man lost when he was thrown to the ground.
"Listen. I've killed no children, women, or innocents. I haver have and never will. You obvioiusly have me confused with someone else...Besides, Egyptians don't go on "crusades". We try to keep our noses in our business...What country are you really from?"