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William stared incredulously at Eric. Why was he sleeping again?

They had just woken up!

Looking at the sky, he realised it was getting slightly darker already.

But...why didn't he feel tired? He had just been in a battle that had almost cost him his life!

It was strange, but Will didn't bother to worry about it, instead stationing himself as a look-out as the hours went by.

He didn't allow himself to think for too long, because the longer he sat, the further Snow was getting, and it was all his fault.

As soon as the sun began to rise, he saw the huntsman stir and get up.

The first thing Will did was make sure his bow was nearby, just in case Eric wanted to try and kill him again.

When Eric opened his eyes, Will occupied himself with tending to the fire.

He sensed Eric get up and stretch before walking over to his area.

"You've been up all night?"

Will nodded, stabbing at the wood to provoke the embers.

"The fairies must have filled you with energy as well as healed your wounds."

Will raised his eyebrows. "The...fairies?"

"Yes. They only appear at opportune moments with words of wisdom" Will heard the derogatory emphasis on the word, but decided not to probe into what they had said, the topic causing Eric obvious discomfort.

Rising, he picked up his bow and quiver. "I'm just going to catch a hare or something edible, for us to eat."

He was about to take off, when Eric said "It would be stupid for that to happen."

Gritting his teeth, he turned around "And why would it - woah!"

Only just twisting out of the way in time to dodge the speeding sword, he fell forward but managed to keep himself stable by flinging his hands out to balance himself.

"What was that for?! I thought you weren't going to kill me."

Eric walked forward, and Will kept a wide gap between them.

Picking up his sword, he shifted into a fighting stance. "I haven't ruled that out. We're not going to eat yet because I'm going to train you. And you can't fight well on a full stomach. I doubt you can fight at all, to be honest."

"That's not fair!"

"The way you ducked away from the sword suggested no warrior technique at all, only an amateur. You didn't even reach for any of your weapons. Hell, you could even have caught this sword and used it!"

"Well, I didn't know I was going to have a sword thrown at me, did I?"

Eric tilted his head from side to side, cracking the bones. "No. But you do now."

Twisting, ducking, backing away - that's all Will could literally do for the next hour.

Eric was too ferocious, too hardened as a warrior for Will to be able to pick out any mistakes in time to do anything about it.

It didn't help that Will was using a quiver against a sword.

"Hit me! Come on! Or are you too scared I'll beat you again?" Eric spread his arms wide, mocking him with a smile.

Will hesitated, then raced forward, raising his quiver.

Before he could think about what was happening, he was lying flat on the ground, winded, a dull pain developing in his chest.

Eric leant over him, failing to hide a grin "You left your chest open for attack. Bad boy. Up you get, we'll do that again."

Will groaned.

"Do you want to try and rescue Snow with your dismal knowledge of fighting?"

"No." Will grudgingly admitted, getting up and trying to ignore the pain.

"I didn't think so. Now hit me!"

Another hour went by, during which Will couldn't lay a single blow on Eric.

It was just impossible.

"Seriously, is there anyone worse than you I could have as my companion?" Eric complained.

Will glared at him, while resting his hands on his knees and taking huge breaths.

"Come one, slowpoke."

"Are you just going to constantly criticise me?"

"It's for your own good."

"How is calling me slowpoke for 'my own good'?!"

"You'll see." Eric was actually smiling - and not in an evil way!

Will rubbed his head. The fairy effect was wearing off.

"Can we eat now?"

"I can't believe you can think of food when Snow is probably in a cold, dark dungeon somewhere, living with vermin."

The sudden shift in Eric's tone caused Will to pause. "Umm, I - "

"I mean, don't you feel any guilt?"

"Of course I do..."

"That's not what it looks like to me. Who ever heard of a man who couldn't fight? Even a dwarf could fight better than you! You want to know what I think? I think you don't want to save Snow."

Will froze, staring at Eric's malice-filled eyes. How could he say something like that?

"You can't speak to me like that."

"I can, and I will. You have no right to Snow. You have no right to have this mission forced upon you. If I were Snow, I'd be scared."

"Stop it."

"I'd be resigned to my fate."

"I said stop!"

Eric slowly walked towards him and sneered.

"I'd sooner be taken by the Queen's brother than rescued by the wimpy so-called soon-to-be Duke."

"STOP!"

Driven by an irrational fury, Will lunged at Eric and struck his chest with his quiver, trying to see through his tear-filled eyes.

Momentarily surprised to have actually come in contact with Eric, Will hesitated.

In a second, he was back on the floor, staring at the sky.

Eric's face came into view, and he was smiling.

Will blinked. Smiling?!

"Looks like we've found your 'push'."

Will considered being too angry to respond, but curiosity won.

"My what?"

"You'r 'push'. Did you see how you couldn't even lay a finger on me, no matter what I called you, until I found the right 'push'? Your 'push' - which is your guilt and feelings for Snow White - can become useful in giving you the urge to fight. But be careful, being pushed too far can be disastrous."

Will rolled his eyes. "So you weren't pushing too far?"

"Nope, I was just getting started. Now, when did you say you were going to catch the hares? I'm starving."

Will's eyes widened in horror at the thought of moving his bruised muscles, until he saw the sparkle in the huntsman's eyes.

Starting to grin, he stood up and offered his bow to Eric.

"Let's see how good you are at shooting arrows, shall we?"

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