today.” I walk over to the bench.
Deciding on the two daggers. I exclaim, “I chose these.” I turn arching my eyebrow at him. He smiles at me nodding. Grabbing the other set of twin daggers he follows me into the middle of the platform. As usual a crowd slowly grew both Garlandians and Artthians. Each cheering for either Gaylon or me. While his kid brothers walked around making bets on us with the crowd. We start to slowly circle each other. I test the weight of the weapons. I wasn’t worried about hurting him or being injured myself. Mainly because all the weapons we use for training are made of wood.
Althought at a glance they look very real. I focus only on him blocking out everyone else. I so wanted to knock him onto his handsome rear again.
We move towards each other. Both of us blocking each others hits. Gaylon grunts, “Better.” Then kicks a knife out of one of my hands sending it flying throw the air. Backing away he says, “You must remember to keep your arms close to your body. Your knife is your shield, little one.” I glare at him as I move my arms closer to my body.
Standing more like a boxer I slowly move closer towards him. As we fight I manage to grab one of his wrist with my free hand while blocking his other with my other arm. I bring my knee up into his stomach hearing his gasp for air. Then I hit the inside of his wrist that I held, knocking the knife from his hand. Smiling, I move away saying, “I see what you mean. Do you need a minute?” Gaylon straightens switching the knife to his right hand. He only replys, “My turn.” Crap, I think to myself. It was never a good sign when he glares at me like he was now. I knew he would never hurt me. But, it didn’t mean that he would never embarrass me.
Gaylon moves towards me with the same lethal grace and speed as a panther. Sending shivers down my back. I swallow hard taking a few steps away from him. I take a deep breath and focus on each hit and kick that I make at him. None of which slows him down. He manages to kick my legs out from under me. My only knife goes sliding across the floor as I hit the deck. I roll back to my feet moving towards the knife. I am suddenly brought to a halt by his muscled arm around my neck.
Gaylon whispers into my ear, “You forgot rule number one, Princess.” I interrupt him saying, “I know never take your eyes off your opponent.” The Artthian men in the crowd were cheering Gaylon’s name as I struggle against him. Although, I could not see Nerissa and Lady Flor, I could here them cheering for me. Gaylon ask, “Do you give?” I gasp, “What do think?” I knew I couldn’t pull his arm away. So, instead I grab the back of my head with both hands and push my chin hard into his arm. As he release s me I turn to face him.
Somehow in our struggles he was now backed up near the end of the dock. I tried using the same kick he had use on me earlier but I only manage to knock him onto his knees. One more kick and he would end up in the ocean, again. Did I dare? I thought to myself. Smiling, I spin around kicking my leg out at him. But, instead of him falling over the side, he catches my leg in his big hand. Grinning up at me he says, “Really! You thought that would happen, again.” Standing up he held on tight to my leg as I tried to pull away. He asks the crowd, “What do you say, my friends? Do our Princess take a little swim, yes or no?” A loud cheer came from the crowd of men standing around us. I look back to find even Nerissa and Lady Flor cheering. I cry, laughing, “Tratiors!” I try to hit Gaylon with my fist but nothing works. I say, “You wouldn’t do it.
You can’t... What if I get hurt? Come on. Let go!”
He laughs, “What was it that you said to me. Lets see... Oh yes, A little water never hurts anybody.”
With that he pulls me close smiling down at me.
Suddenly, I was up above his head, the roar of the crowd deafing. I scream out, “No!” as I felt myself flying through
Deciding on the two daggers. I exclaim, “I chose these.” I turn arching my eyebrow at him. He smiles at me nodding. Grabbing the other set of twin daggers he follows me into the middle of the platform. As usual a crowd slowly grew both Garlandians and Artthians. Each cheering for either Gaylon or me. While his kid brothers walked around making bets on us with the crowd. We start to slowly circle each other. I test the weight of the weapons. I wasn’t worried about hurting him or being injured myself. Mainly because all the weapons we use for training are made of wood.
Althought at a glance they look very real. I focus only on him blocking out everyone else. I so wanted to knock him onto his handsome rear again.
We move towards each other. Both of us blocking each others hits. Gaylon grunts, “Better.” Then kicks a knife out of one of my hands sending it flying throw the air. Backing away he says, “You must remember to keep your arms close to your body. Your knife is your shield, little one.” I glare at him as I move my arms closer to my body.
Standing more like a boxer I slowly move closer towards him. As we fight I manage to grab one of his wrist with my free hand while blocking his other with my other arm. I bring my knee up into his stomach hearing his gasp for air. Then I hit the inside of his wrist that I held, knocking the knife from his hand. Smiling, I move away saying, “I see what you mean. Do you need a minute?” Gaylon straightens switching the knife to his right hand. He only replys, “My turn.” Crap, I think to myself. It was never a good sign when he glares at me like he was now. I knew he would never hurt me. But, it didn’t mean that he would never embarrass me.
Gaylon moves towards me with the same lethal grace and speed as a panther. Sending shivers down my back. I swallow hard taking a few steps away from him. I take a deep breath and focus on each hit and kick that I make at him. None of which slows him down. He manages to kick my legs out from under me. My only knife goes sliding across the floor as I hit the deck. I roll back to my feet moving towards the knife. I am suddenly brought to a halt by his muscled arm around my neck.
Gaylon whispers into my ear, “You forgot rule number one, Princess.” I interrupt him saying, “I know never take your eyes off your opponent.” The Artthian men in the crowd were cheering Gaylon’s name as I struggle against him. Although, I could not see Nerissa and Lady Flor, I could here them cheering for me. Gaylon ask, “Do you give?” I gasp, “What do think?” I knew I couldn’t pull his arm away. So, instead I grab the back of my head with both hands and push my chin hard into his arm. As he release s me I turn to face him.
Somehow in our struggles he was now backed up near the end of the dock. I tried using the same kick he had use on me earlier but I only manage to knock him onto his knees. One more kick and he would end up in the ocean, again. Did I dare? I thought to myself. Smiling, I spin around kicking my leg out at him. But, instead of him falling over the side, he catches my leg in his big hand. Grinning up at me he says, “Really! You thought that would happen, again.” Standing up he held on tight to my leg as I tried to pull away. He asks the crowd, “What do you say, my friends? Do our Princess take a little swim, yes or no?” A loud cheer came from the crowd of men standing around us. I look back to find even Nerissa and Lady Flor cheering. I cry, laughing, “Tratiors!” I try to hit Gaylon with my fist but nothing works. I say, “You wouldn’t do it.
You can’t... What if I get hurt? Come on. Let go!”
He laughs, “What was it that you said to me. Lets see... Oh yes, A little water never hurts anybody.”
With that he pulls me close smiling down at me.
Suddenly, I was up above his head, the roar of the crowd deafing. I scream out, “No!” as I felt myself flying through
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