:OOC: This might get a part two, and it could be instead about Alexander and John’s POV:
Ah yes, the duel. Not—that one, I refer to the duel between John Laurens and Charles Lee. *Oh boy.*Alexander Hamilton was Lauren’s second, and Aaron Burr was Charles' in the duel. Burr thought this was all just immature and idiotic, truly.
“Can we agree that duels are dumb and immature? Answer with his words with his life? We both know that’s absurd, sir!”..(like Charles, terribly so) but Alexander and especially the bloody Laurens thought otherwise, with Alexander simply responding.
“Hang on, how many men died because Lee was inexperienced and ruinous—?”
“Okay, so we're doing this..” Burr simply said back, with a sigh. What were these bloody men thinking?
The duel was about to begin. Burr and Alexander stood back, watching. Charles and Laurens walked, gripping their guns terribly tight, Charles with a silent fear but a face of confidence—an attempt of confidence, actually. While John, though worried, was sure he would aim at this moron correctly. How wouldn’t he? Lee would probably shoot a bloody tree, pfft. They took 10 steps, as the rules of any duel shall go. Alexander was confident everything would go John’s way, Burr knew Lee was failing, what fucking amazing motivation.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9! Number ('Ten paces!') Fir—
Gunshot.
Laurens managed to shoot Charles in the side, not fatal, but surely a wound. Alexander responded with a smug, 'Lee, do you kneel?’ And burr sarcastically said right back, with a scoff.
“Well you shot him in the side, YES HE KNEELS!”
Till Washington came, pissed. Did someone bloody snitch.. this should be fun, huh?
“What is the meaning of this?! Mr. Burr, get a medic for the general. Alexander, meet me inside.”
Burr took him to the medical tent, and Lee got his wound wrapped up, wincing like a dumbass. At least the whining stopped after the medics finished.
“..F-Fuck that bloody hurts—!”
Nevermind.