Teach Me

AN: Anyone care for an Alexafic?

I stared down the nine-year-old prince who was pouting, glaring angrily up at me. Pretty amazing how long he'd held out, considering how, cough, persuasive I can be.

"Listen, kid. You may not want to have me train you, and I sure as heck don't want to train you, but I have to, so get over it. If you're concerned about how qualified I am, here's my lovely list of attributes. I was Gifted, and now I'm crippled. I have experience in fighting. I helped save Narnia when I was sixteen. I've been tortured, stabbed in the gut, beaten to a pulp, set on fire, and left out in the cold for a week. I've lived on the streets. I've hunted, stolen, and killed for food. I've had frostbite six times, fallen of cliffs, been swept down rivers, been chased, been kidnapped, saved myself countless times, and protected my little sister. I've been dragged around by Wolves, been interrogated, mugged, and shot. Not even by a bow and arrows, though I've been shot by those plenty of times, but with this thing we have in Spare Oom called a gun. It shoots these little metal things, faster than arrows, and it hurts a lot more. I was the bodyguard of King Edmund the Just and High King Peter the Magnificent. In case you're wondering, my warname is the Lioness. Skai here hasn't got anything on me." Poor Luas looked down and glared at me.

"So?"

There was muffled laughter from the soldiers surrounding us. I glared at them, slowly shifting into a fighting stance. That got them to be quiet. I sighed, closing my eyes, counting to ten silently. I would not throw this brat through the wall, no matter how much I wanted to. At least, I hoped I wouldn't.

"If you don't thin I'm good enough, try me," I said to the kid, letting a smirk slip onto my face.

Oh, he didn't like that.

He drew a tiny sword, the size of one of Becca's knives, and charged, letting out a yell. I drew my dagger and faced him, parrying, then twisting his sword out of his hand, tossing the knife aside when he came at me with no weapon. He was stubborn. Good.

I caught his hands and twisted, gently for me, but it still hurt him.

He sat down, staring up at me with reverence.

"Teach me!"

Fin.

AN: Review! Review Frostfire too. It's a Beccafic, just in case you're wandering.