A/N: Here is the next chapter. Before anyone comments about it on this story, yes 'I' is used too much. I'm just too stupid to work the sentence to where it is not used. Anyways, I enjoyed writing this chapter, and I hope you guys like it. Pleassseeee review. I love it when people review. Thanks for all of the fav and follows!
My dreams were filled with images of a certain dark haired, green-eyed god. In my dream he was actually not an ass. He was really kind. My thoughts were interrupted when Sora came in with breakfast.
"Good morning Sora." I greeted her as I sat up. She smiled.
"Good morning. I brought you breakfast. Would you like me to draw a bath?" I cocked an eyebrow at her to remind her of our agreement.
"Oh yes. Sorry. I forgot. Old habits die hard." I nodded in agreement. We sat and talked while I ate breakfast.
"So what do you wish to do today?" Sora suddenly asked. I was taken aback because I really didn't know. But an idea formed in my head.
"Is there anywhere I can work out frustration? You know, just, violence."
"Well, there is the training field. They may let you work there…"
"Training field? What's that?" My interest was peaked.
"Um, it is where the princes usually fight. The guards also will use it sometimes." Sora didn't seem all too pleased with the idea of the training field.
"Do they fight with swords and stuff?" She nodded nervously.
"Well that sounds good. Can I go?" I didn't wait for an answer as I jumped up and went to the wardrobe.
"Um, well, you can. But are you sure that is a good idea? They do not play around there." I ignored her as I grabbed some pants and a blouse. Rushing to the bathroom, I changed quickly, falling in my haste when pulling on the pants.
"Are you ok? Do you need help?"
"No I'm fine." Standing and pulling the pants up, the blouse tucked in, I ran back out into the room. Putting on the boots, I hurried Sora along to show me where the field was.
After we had passed many halls and entered the vast yard, I could hear the clashing of metal and grunts. Leaving Sora behind, I ran ahead. The area was very large and surrounded by seven foot hedges. In the center was a dirt circle, were two men fought with swords. Along the edges a few people in armor stood watching. In the corner there was a weapons and armor rack. A large man stood next to it, seemingly the keeper. Poor Sora had just reached me when I shot off towards the man.
"Excuse me." The man turned to look at me. This guy was pretty brutish looking. He was made for this job.
"Yes?" He asked. His voice was very deep.
"Yeah. Um, I was wondering. Can I fight?" I felt kinda stupid asking him.
"I'm afraid you can not." But he added very quickly as he saw my face fall.
"It is nothing against you. I enjoy it when people are eager to fight here. But you can not use the field unless you have permission from…"
"She has my permission. Let her fight." His voice gave me chills. I quickly restored my expression from shock to one more neutral.
"As you wish, Prince Loki. I will get her ready." I turned around to face goat boy. He didn't have his crown on today. His hair was slightly disheveled and there was a bruise forming on his forehead. He must have been fighting today.
"Thank you, Prince Loki." then I added quietly, "Hope I get killed and you are free of me?" He smirked, his voice conversational.
"One can only hope." I couldn't help the small smile and quite laugh that escaped. Loki quickly turned around and was off.
"Come here and let me get you ready." The man behind me said.
After about ten minutes he had me geared up in female armor. The torso piece went on backwards, like if you put a vest on backwards. It tied in the back. A pair of metal arm guards protected the lower half of my arms.
I had come to learn that the man's name was Mordune. Despite his appearance, he was a nice man. Currently he was eyeing me and then a sword on the rack.
Poor Sora had been standing nearby. She looked at me very worriedly. When I asked her what was wrong she said, "Are you sure you want to do this? It is very dangerous." Rolling my eyes I told her I would be fine.
Finally Mordune handed me a sword. "How does this feel? Not too light or too heavy? Can you keep good balance with it?" When I took the sword, something came over me. I felt powerful. Like I had always known how to fight with such a weapon, even though I had not ever touched one before.
"It's good. Feels right." he nodded at my reply, though I had been referring more to how I felt.
"Good. Now you must be careful. Do not get cocky when you think you have gotten used to it. That could very well get you killed. I suggest you do more to protect yourself than to beat your opponent."
"Mordune, what is this? You are letting this little girl fight? And a mortal at that, too!" I turned around to the bastard that was yelling. God his face. It was one of those you would punch before talking to.
"She has Prince Loki's permission to fight. I can not deny her that, now can I? She will do fine." Mordune didn't seem all too happy about his remark either. The man brandished his sword about.
"Then I will fight her. It would be a good beginning point, do you not think? I will show her what she is doing, and show her she does not belong here." I was pissed. My teeth clenched together. An idea formed in my mind. I turned back to Mordune.
"I will fight this idiot." I told him. He nodded.
"Then you will fight." Mordune called out to the man. My heart beat fast with anger and anticipation. Sora was looking at me almost horrified. I winked at her then turned around. My face was cleared of anger, and replaced with a look of struggle.
The man laughed and waited for me in the center. Walking toward him, I dragged the sword along, acting as if it was too heavy for me. I didn't like doing this, but the results should be very satisfying.
The man laughed harder and pointed, calling out to the people I had just realized were watching. "Look! She can not even lift her sword! Now do you not see that you should be elsewhere? Perhaps sewing would be simple enough for you?" The people around laughed. It took all I had to not run at him.
I continued to act like a struggling child. When I reached the center, across from him, I fell down. The people around started laughing loudly. The man looked as if he would fall over with the force of his laughter.
"You see? I told you, you don't belong here." I looked up at him innocently.
"You were right. I can not do this. Would a gentleman such as yourself, be so kind as to help me back with my sword?" My voice was laid over thick with innocence and defeat.
The man rolled his eyes but came forward anyways. I held my hand out to him and tensed my muscles. He smirked as his hand came forward. As he was about to grab my hand, I grabbed his wrist instead and my face screwed up with rage. He was shocked for a moment before I pulled down hard and swung out my leg, catching his knees hard.
The crowd stopped laughing. He fell down and I was up in a flash. I stepped on his wrist that was next to his sword. My sword pressed into the base of his neck. His face was shocked and scared.
"Little mortal girl indeed. Never underestimate me. And think twice before you insult a woman." I punctuated the last line by pressing the sword down harder.
Loki was surprised. Well, shocked really. He had thought that the stupid girl would learn a lesson. He had watched the whole thing from the sidelines with his brother, Thor, next to him. Thor leaned over.
"Trickery. Much like you, Loki." He was smiling. He was already starting to like this girl. Loki just growled.
I stepped back from the man a bit. "Get up. Let's see if you make up in strength for what you lack in intelligence." That struck home. Just where it really counted. He growled and got up.
Immediately he ran for me, sword raised. He swung and I simple ducked underneath, catching his leg along the way. He fell once again and the crowd chuckled along. My plan was to anger him, make him act impulsively, which didn't take much. Rolling over he glared at me, breathing hard. He glanced behind me for a moment.
Now this was unfair. One of his buddies was coming up behind me. I waited, acting as if I was oblivious to the oncoming attack. The man grunted, and I whirled around, my sword clashing loudly against his. We backed away , Idiot #1 got up and stood next to Idiot#2.
"Two against one is hardly fair. You might get hurt?" Mocking them was fun and worked to my advantages.
They both came at me at once, and I panicked for a second before relaxing, seeing my next move. One brought his sword to swing to the side, the other had his above his shoulder going to swing downward.
My arm stood out to stop the sword from the side, the arm guard protecting me. My sword swung to the other. When he hit the metal of the guard, pain erupted throughout my arm. I kicked him in his side sending him to the ground. The other one swung at me again and I stopped him from cleaving my head in two.
With his free hand he punched me hard in the face. I grunted and staggered back. He came at me again, I blocked his sword and grabbed his wrist, yanking him around behind me.
Falling back a bit from them, they regrouped. Nodding to each other, they went separate ways, circling me. I stood and watched. Suddenly, they both ran for me. When they were close, thinking they had me, I sighed and ducked and rolled away from them. The crowd cheered when the men ran into each other.
Slowly the two stood once again. They were panting and enraged. Sweat made their hair, as well as mine, to stick to our necks and faces. One of the men, Idiot #2, dropped his sword and walked toward me. I dropped my sword to the side as well.
This guy was starting to use some moves from my book. He came forward, as if to punch me. Instinctively I ducked, but he tripped up my legs. With a painful thud I fell to the ground. The man took the opportunity and was on the ground next to me. He wrapped one hand around my throat and squeezed painfully. I chocked out and fought him, trying to remove his hand from suffocating me.
With his free hand, he waved to his buddy behind him. Everyone started to murmur quietly. I reached up and clawed at the man's face. Idiot #1 came up in front of me, a smirk plastered across his bruised and bloody face.
My eyes widened in fear when he raised his sword up. He was going to impale me while I was almost defenseless. As he was posed overtop of me, I took a last ditch idea into play. My leg lashed out, my foot hitting home in a very sensitive place between his legs. His eyes widened and a strained groan was heard.
He dropped his sword and grasped himself. I gasped as the sword caught my leg, a small gash forming. Idiot #2 was staring at his buddy, but quickly returned his attention back to me, his stranglehold renewed with the others injury.
His eyed were lit with fire. My air supply was cut off completely, my body bucking to get free. I grasped around blindly with one hand, feeling the coarse, dry material of the dirt. Grabbing a handful, I threw it into the man's eyes. He yelled and released his hands. I was dizzy as I stood up quickly.
My windpipe felt like it was crushed and I wheezed, trying to get air in my lungs. The man was still on his knees, yelling and wiping at his eyes. Walking back to him, I grabbed some of his hair. His weeping was soon silenced, as I brought his head back and brought it down as hard as I could on my knee. He quieted and fell back on his back, unconscious.
The crowd clapped and cheered, but I could hardly hear it as my vision started to black out. Grasping at my throat, I could make out a yell. With my remaining strength, I healed my throat. As the muscles knitted back together, I took in a large breath. Slowly, my vision came back. Mordune was running toward me, motioning to someone behind me.
He reached me as I was bent over coughing and sputtering, but breathing nonetheless.
"Are you ok?" He grabbed my arm carefully.
"Ye..Yeah. Ca.. Never better. So how'd I do?" My voice returned to normal through the sentence. My head slowly cleared and my breathing was back to normal. Mordune was silent for a moment before he gave out a laugh.
"Now that's a fighter! You did great!" He clapped me on my back and walked to the two men as they began to stir.
"I suggest you two stay down this time!" I smiled.
"You did good today."
"Did good today? I'm not finished. I can keep going." It was true. The fight and close to death experience has gotten me charged up on adrenaline.
"Then I will fight you." Mordune and I turned in surprise. Loki stood behind us with a sword in his hand. I walked to wear I dropped my sword and picked it up.