I don't own any characters in this story except for Sam and her family. This story follows the movie's storyline. However, the Pevensie kids are the ages they are in the book, although in the movie they appear much older. Please review! This is my first fanfic so please no flames. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Thanks!
"Turn and face your partner, kyung nae!" The Taekwondo Instructor said loudly above the noise of the other rings around us.
"Free sparring stance." He continued, moving to stand in between me and my opponent. I stepped back with my left foot into a right-leg back stance. I quickly met my match's eyes, looking his body over quickly, and taking all the little details in. The way his front foot twitched as if he was going to pick it up as soon as the sparring round began. The fact that he wasn't watching my hands, only staring intently down at my feet. I began to bounce up and down, staying light on my feet. Ready to get going as soon as I could.
"Begin!" The tall Instructor stepped back, and I quickly lifted my leg, firing a round kick at my opponent's head. He blocked it, but I kept my foot in the air and kicked rapidly. Three times in a row. A two point hit in the head.
"Point!" The Instructor shouted, as two other Instructors waved their flags in my direction. We stopped, moving back to our positions and getting into a back stance. The tall Instructor stepped between us again.
"Two to zero. Go!" He stepped back. I lifted my leg up, appearing to be about to do a side kick, but instead I whipped my foot around the side of my opponent's head, performing a hook kick. Another two points.
"Point!" The Instructor yelled, much as before. I was breathing heavily now, after bouncing around and kicking quickly.
"Four to zero. Begin!" The tall Instructor stepped back. This time, my opponent lifted his leg, kicking at my stomach with a round kick. I blocked it, stepping back, but his second kick caught me square in the solar plexus. Hard.
"Point!" The Instructor shouted, and then looked at me.
"You ok, ma'am?" He asked, using the formal ma'am because any black belt must be called ma'am or sir. I, being a girl and a 3rd Degree black belt, qualified for the ma'am.
I nodded my head, trying to catch my breath. The boy's powerful kick had knocked the breath out of me. After giving me a moment to regain my composure, the Instructor started the round again. This time, as soon the "Go!" was shouted, I jumped back. My opponent, surprised, put his foot down. I took advantage of the fact that he didn't watch my hands closely, and punched him right in the stomach, since punches to the head are illegal at tournaments. A quick, smooth, sneaky, and effective jab.
"Point! Five to one!" The Instructor took my arm, and then took the boy's, and turned to face the row of kids my age, thirteen, whom I had all sparred and beaten.
"First Place, Miss Samantha McDowell!" The man raised my arm above my head, like they do to wrestlers. I smiled from ear to ear, not even caring that he had called me Samantha.
"Second place, Mr. William Jackson!" The Instructor held the boy's arm up, who looked proud, although still defeated. He had a right to be proud. The two of us had beaten everyone, which was about twenty other kids, in the ring.
"Congratulations, both of you." The Instructor smiled.
"Good match." I extended my hand to William, who smiled and shook it.
"Great job. And thank you." He knew how to be a polite loser, something that my Taekwondo Instructors had taught me since I was a white belt.
We moved to take our seats on the blue floor mats, while the Instructors and judges conversed amongst themselves at the table. I took off my headgear and removed my mouthpiece, breathing hard as I glanced around the huge arena. On all sides of me there were different rings with all aged kids and adults. Some rings were sparring at the moment, others way behind schedule as they still performed their forms, and some already handing out medals.
As I began to take off my sweaty, red sparring gear, the Instructor called for attention.
"In five minutes we'll begin giving awards. Until then, you guys can just take a breather." The man smiled at all of us, as he walked over to a box that held the medals. Two gold: one for forms and one for sparring, two silver: one for forms and one for sparring, two bronze: one for forms and one for sparring, and a few spirit medals for the kids who tried hard but didn't place.
I finished removing my gear, and brushed back my sweaty dirty-blonde hair.
"Alright, we'll begin awarding medals now. If I can have your attention." The man silenced our talking, although all the other rings' activities continued.
"First place, forms, goes to Savannah Mitchell. Second place goes to Jonathon Kirkland. Third place goes to Samantha McDowell." The three of us stood and walked forward. My bronze medal was slipped over my head, and I shook the hand of the Instructor who presented it to me. We three sat back down as the man began to announce the sparring winners.
"First place, sparring, goes to Samantha McDowell. Second place, William Jackson. Third place, Hunter Goodson." The three of us walked forward, and I grinned as the gold medal was slipped around my neck.