"Are you seriously kidding me right now? You agreed to 15 points when we started this whole thing. We're a little far down this road to have second thoughts." The Chosen One jabbed his finger into his hand to emphasize the point.

The Dark Lord shrugged, "I'm the one taking on the most risk here. Isn't that obvious? It's not like I'm asking for a lot here, me taking 30 still leaves you with 70."

The Chosen one put his face into both hands and ran his hands through his hair, finally looking up, red-faced, "Why in the hell would you think I'm left with 70 points? Do you honestly think it's only the two of us in on this? Do you know how high this goes!?" He sighed, "Of course you don't, and that's on purpose. Listen, stop being a dumbass. Take your 15 points and retire somewhere nice."

The Dark Lord crossed his arms, "I'm not as dumb as you think I am. I've got you over the barrel. At this moment your guys are out there thinking we're having the greatest duel in history in here. This castle is full of my people. I'm holding the cards. I've got the leverage."

The Chosen one shook his head and sighed, "You have no idea how dumb I think you are. This is your last chance to take 15. That's the easy way. Believe me when I tell you this, take the 15 and be happy with that, or you get nothing and you're going to owe us a lot more than what you'd be getting. I know that you know you're small time, otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation."

The Dark Lord stated plainly, "30 or nothing."

The Chosen One shrugged, "You know what? Fine. I've given you every opportunity not to dig your own grave over this shit. All this is costing me is a few more months, and I'm going to end up with what could have been your share. I'm outta here." The Chosen one turned to leave, pushing open the castle doors.

The Dark Lord hadn't anticipated this and reached out, shouting "Wait!"

The Chosen One looked over his shoulder at the Dark Lord, "For what? Enjoy the next couple days as best you can." With that, he walked out.

The Dark Lord raced after him but stopped short. There was a real entire army at his gate. He pulled the doors shut and watched what was happening through the window. The Chosen one walked directly to the General, who dismounted. They had a brief conversation. The General got back on his horse and blew a horn. The army began packing up to leave. The Chosen one looked back and saw the Dark Lord was watching, and held up his middle finger.