Authors note; Hey guys! It's chapter four! This chapter will be pretty short. Anyway, please review. Enjoy!

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Chapter four

Objection

The past few days were really quiet. I liked it. The troll never really was a problem, however the kid was, but even he was quiet. I often saw confusion on Gretel's face and humour on Hansel's. I decided that I was even more confused by them that I gave credit for. I was curious to ask them a few questions but I knew that it was none of my business so I just left it. The kid still had plaster on his nose and his eyes were dark blue going lighter every day.

We still walked in the desert. How far was this town? We'd been walking together for a few days and there was not even a road or path in sight. The kid didn't dare complain; I figured he learnt his lesson from my threat the day I broke his nose.

"Okay, I've had it!" The kid exclaimed. I suppressed the urge to roll my grey eyes as I turned around to look at him. It turns out I was wrong about him not daring to complain. I waited for him to continue, as I knew he would.

"Ben," Gretel said softly.

"No Gretel. I will not follow her! She is not our leader, you and Hansel are." He told her and turned to me. "You've been bossing us around for days, acting like you own us! So you killed a witch, well, we have too. I will not follow you around like a slave, obeying your orders. I'm tired of you calling me a kid and being mean to me! I've had it!" I kept my face straight as I listened to him go on. He should get a prize for being a drama queen.

"Okay Ben, I'll make you a deal." I said. Everyone was surprised at this. "If you beat me, you will lead, but if you fail to, you will suck it up and move on." He thought about this for a moment.

"Beat you at what?" He asked.

"You will have to beat me in a close combat fight." I stated with a straight face. He smiled. He was obviously confident that he could win. Let's see how confident you are after the fight. I commented to myself.

"Deal."

"No help from anyone else." I stated.

"No help." He repeated. The others seemed to accept that and took two steps back. I continued standing as I was, having no expression on my face. He came running for me. He swung his fist for my face. I blocked his arm with my right and punched him in the stomach. He bent down and dropped his arm from mine. As he bent down, I landed an upper cut at his already broken nose. As he lifted his bent torso from the force, I kicked his chest and he flew back onto the sandy ground. He let out a moan and coughed. I stayed where I was and waited for him to get up.

He got up and came running for me again. He swung his arm. I grabbed the fist, pulling him toward me and force his arm behind his back. He made another painful sound. I swept his feet from under him and forced his head forward as he fell. His face landed first in the ground as I kneeled into his back. I got off of him and stood a few steps a way from him. I got up and turned to with blood on his face. He didn't look happy. He came to tackle me but as soon as his shoulder was about to make contact with my ribs, I elbowed him in the back. He dropped to the floor and reached for my feet. I saw this coming and jumped back.

He got up and came for me again. Did this kid not learn? This time he stopped before he swung his arm. He aimed for my stomach. I caught his hand and blocked the other arm that had come up for my face. I kicked his shin and he came down onto his knees. I head butted his face. Blood rushed out off his nose and he eyes started watering. I brought my right hand up and punched him on the left side of his face. He felt to his right.

He sat up and spat out blood. He got up and ran to me in rage. I ran for him too just as he brought his left arm up to hit me. I ran and turned into him. My back was pressed again his chest and I held his left arm with mine. I elbowed him between his ribs and dug my heel into his foot before and brought my hand up and back handed him with my knuckles. I took hold of his arm and flipped his body over mine.

As he fell on his back, the wind was knocked out of him and he took a while to recover. He sat up and coughed out more blood. He got up and came for me again. This time he had a knife in his right hand. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it in a way that it cracked and he dropped the knife. I turned his body around in force then kick the back of his knee; sending him to kneel in front of me. My left hand took the back of his neck and pushed his head down while my right hand grabbed my knife and brought it to his throat.

"Before you bring a knife into the fight, know what you're doing first." I said. I took the knife off of his throat and let his go. I turned and put the blade back into its place. I heard him get up from where he knelt and come for me. I turned out and kicked my leg up. He gasped in pain as my leg forced its way between his legs. He dropped to the floor, followed by his lunch coming up onto the sand.

"I win."