Sorry this one took a bit longer then the previous chapters! History class just gave me a project in which I wasn't given the due date. ;-; I didn't take any risks and got straight to work, but here is the chapter! I apologize that its shorter than normal but I'll make the next chapter longer for sure.

~Halt's POV~

The Ranger notably tensed, but didn't try anything. To be completely honest, Halt was finding himself fairly disappointed in the Araluen Rangers. They didn't seem that great when a half-trained Hibernian with little knowledge of the Rangers beyond fighting was taking one down with extremely little effort.

The Ranger was either deaf or unresponsive, so Halt pressed the saxe slightly harder, allowing blood to be drawn. Still the Ranger held his tongue even when Halt pressured him on what his motive here was.

Growing more annoyed with the Ranger by every second he paused his explanation, Halt increased the pressure on the Ranger's neck. Caught between suffocating or responding, the Araluen stuttered a half thought out thought excuse before twisting from Halt's grip.

The Ranger somehow managed to end up falling to the ground. Halt knew that he still had the advantage, but he became more alert, there was no telling if the Ranger was faking the weakness or not. He took a half step backwards, carefully watching the fallen Ranger. Seeing his chance to cautiously irritate the Araluen, Halt gave a sarcastic remark,

"It may have evaded your notice but curiousity doesn't give anyone the excuse to attempt burglary."

The Ranger must have not heard the sarcasm, as his response was exclaimed quickly and with very little thought. Halt's opinion on Rangers dropped further, Pritchard being the only thing keeping him from giving up on the pathetic example of a supposed fighting force before him.

If he is trying to make himself look stupid, then he is succeeding, Halt thought. Halt managed to keep his patience and continue speaking,

"Then your purpose to break into my house was...?" the Ranger stared blankly at Halt without a word, "I thought as much." Halt sighed as he turned slightly away, spinning his saxe dangerously fast while watching the Ranger.

The Araluen seemed to have taken the saxe spinning as a threat, as he had pulled his own out. Halt became watchful when the Ranger stood, but he made no move forward.

"Who are you?" the Ranger asked, a hint of discontent in his voice.

"What is it to an Araluen?" Halt did not want to respond to this. He couldn't let him know that he was related to the pitiful excuse for a king on the throne of Clonmel. He couldn't let him know who he really was.

The Ranger repeated himself and Halt reluctantly gave an answer,

"I'm called Halt." Halt hoped that the Ranger wouldn't want a last name. That he would not dare give under any circumstance. It was too risky.

"I'm Crowley, by the way." the Ranger said, not pushing for a last name

~Crowley's POV~

Crowley froze, fear making him unable to move. He moved his eyes as far to the left as they would allow, trying to see who it was that held him prisoner.

The Hibernian Ranger! Crowley's eyes widened at how bad his day already was when it wasn't even eight-o-clock yet.

The saxe was pressed further up against his neck, drawing blood and causing Crowley to flinch backwards away from it. The Hibernian once again demanded what he thought he had been doing, and when Crowley hesitated, the deathgrip on his neck tightened dangerously close to suppressing his air supply.

"I-I was curious on who you were." Crowley managed to force himself to speak. He attemped to escape the Hibernian's clutch, only to make his situation worse by falling to the ground. The Hibernian seemed more cautious now that he was free from his grip, however.

"It may have evaded your notice but curiousity doesn't give anyone the excuse to attempt burglary." the Hibernian said dryly. Crowley wasn't positive, but he thought that there had been some sarcasm included in that statement.

"I wasn't going to steal anything!" Crowley blurted out before he thought it out. Grimacing at the fact that he hadn't thought anything out so far that day, now seen as the worst day yet in his entire life, Crowley pulled himself upright. He backed away while doing so to put some distance between him and the Hibernian.

"Then your purpose to break into my house was...?" when Crowley didn't respond the Hibernian went on, "I thought as much." He carelessly spun the saxe in his hand, something Crowley took as being threatening. Crowley eased his own saxe from its scabberd as inconspicuous as possible. More confident now that he had a weapon in his hands, Crowley reworded his original statement,

"Who are you?"

"What is it to an Araluen?"

Pushing down his frustration at the Hibernian's unconcerned disobedience, Crowley repeated himself. The Hibernian didn't respond immediately, and Crowley was about to say it again when he was finally given an answer.

"I'm called Halt."

Crowley was slightly disappointed to not recognize the name, dispite already knowing that they had never met before. He decided that it would be polite to introduce himself after the rather awkward and elongated silence,

"I'm Crowley, by the way."

Not too great at fight scenes, but this is better then what I normally would write. Surprising considering I wrote the entire thing in two hours! At least they didn't kill each other! That wouldn't be good for the storyline considering that they are the main characters, after all. Also, I tried to stay in character, but I haven't read any of the books in around a year (Sad, isn't it?) and I am relying on internet quotes to remember how they would act. Also, I contracted a bad case of writer's block for Halt's POV so I just wrote Crowley's first and went with that for Halt's, hope that went well!

It might sound repetitive, but I would still like reviews! Especially on more recent possible events, those are the hardest for some reason.