Edgar stared at the man called Cecil and the other.  /That woman with the
bow, I should remember her name, but I cannot,/ thought Edgar.  Cecil had
killed his guards and was hacking a path to the woman.  The other man was
fighting back guards, and Edgar saw his forces losing.

"STOP!" shouted Edgar.  Everyone froze.  "This battle is between me, and
him!"  Edgar pointed at Tucker.  "If I win, he and the King of
Baron<sneer>, will stay in my dungeon until I decide what to do with
them.  If he wins, you may both leave."

Cecil stepped back and handed Tucker his sword.  Keyla stared at the King
wondering if he had gone insane.  The guards merely withdrew.  "Well,
boy.  Will you fight the Sovereign of the World?"  Edgar laughed.

"You must be stopped, tyrant."

Edgar laughed again.  "Ha.  Fight, boy."  Edgar stepped back and began to
mumble.  "Oh Dark Lord, give me the strength to overcome."  Keyla, Cecil,
and Tucker watched in shock as Edgar's cape turned black, his eyes red.
He then raised his hands, and in them was an obsidian sword.

"Fight me boy!" shouted Edgar, with renewed vigor.  He seemed stronger,
somehow, and younger.  But a feel of evil filled the room.

Tucker swung at Edgar with a perfect, lethal stroke, but Edgar parried
with ease.  He brought his sword pommel into Tucker's face, crushing his
nose.  Blood splashed to the floor.

"Come now.  Can't you beat the 'Tyrant' of Figaro?"  Edgar slashed into
Tucker's stomach, hitting with the broad side of the blade.  He then
brought the pommel down hard onto Tucker's spine.  A cracking sound
filled the room.

Edgar pulled Tucker up by the hair and carved a hideous rune into his
face, then threw the limp body into a wall.  He kicked the fallen warrior
twice in the ribs, then stomped on his left knee.  Bone was crushed,
marrow torn, flesh bruised.

"GET UP!" hissed the Dark King.  He laughed then turned towards Cecil.
"Well, King?  Would you like to duel against my Dark Blade?"  He laughed
insanely, then motioned for the guards to take him to the dungeons.