Inheritance
We're only getting older, let's enjoy ourselves.
Prince Caspian
Caspian hurtled over a log gracefully, landing hard but continuing his pursuit. By the gods this girl was fast! Ducking under a low hanging branch and skidding a bit as he rounded a curve, Caspian slowly began to gain ground on the young girl. He tried to call out, but nothing he said would slow her. Shouldering through a hedge-like structure, Caspian surged forward; the girl's small frame only a few yards ahead. Just as he felt as though he might catch up, and perhaps see where they were actually running too, the girl darted to the side, and a figure jumped directly in front of his path, sword drawn.He only had seconds to react. Even if this woman, for it was a woman who had landed in front of him, not been pointing a blade at him, Caspian would have still done everything he could to dive out of the way. At this moment he was actually glad that the terrain had stopped him from going his full speed, and with a great heave of effort he turned his body slightly and skidded to a halt, nearly sliding off his feet. He stumbled back, ripping his sword out of its scabbard and drawing up a defensive position. As he recovered, he was rewarded for his thoughtless compassion by watching the young con artist take the coins and run off, her mother apparently nowhere near here.
He scolded himself on his stupidity, and could almost hear his advisor yelling his ear off at his carelessness. However, as Caspian focused more on his situation he saw that it was Arya who stood in his path, sword drawn with a smirk on her face that said just what he was thinking: Gotcha. And she had. She almost certainly could have killed him, and her playful, if not taunting, grin was proof of that. She stared at him with an almost proud look as she flicked her gaze to his sword-arm and back. Great.
He stood up straighter, seeing her tense slightly. He knew the stance well- a fighting stance that any warrior or knight would know. Did she want a fight? His mind began to race; what did he know about her? She had a notoriety, and he was sure that he had read of several heists and events she had been a large and important part of. His advisor had been very clear that she was a dangerous person and could cause a lot of trouble if he crossed her. In fact...she was probably on the list of people her advisor feared the most, making him all the more tense. Still, if she thought she had complete surprise on him, it might make her lower her guard. If she wanted a fight, he would give it to her; but just long enough to make her regret her poor choice.
"I'm sure I have no idea who you are." He growled, "But some would consider this behavior an attack on the crown!" He gave a small salute- a sign that he was about to attack. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to warn an opponent of an oncoming attack, but he had been taught the value of honor and was not about to give it up. With combat honorably engaged, he circled slightly and began to approach. As he drew near he twitched slightly, then launched into an attack. He feinted slightly at her right leg, then gave a great swing toward her left shoulder. This fight would be over quickly.
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