Miraz landed another blow to Peter's chest with his shield and Peter pushed away from him. He steeled himself as Miraz went to attack him again and grabbed the shield. It was now down to a test of pure strength. The two men groaned at the toll it took on their already sore muscles. Thinking quickly, Peter twisted his body around, still holding the shield, so that Miraz's arm became bent painfully behind his back. He now had the advantage, but Miraz wasn't done yet. The older man lifted his arm and thrusted it backwards, his armored elbow colliding with Peter's nose. Peter had no choice but to release his hold as the pain shot up and down his face. Miraz dropped the shield and threw Peter into another pile of rock before rushing over to grab his sword that was on the ground. He ran at Peter and swung down desperately, but Peter was too quick and jumped out of the way.

Using his metal arm guards, he deflected the sword and punched Miraz in his bandaged leg. With him not having any weapons or shields, Peter had to become a bit more creative in order to end this duel. Miraz stumbled back in immense pain and begged for a respite. The roar of the Narnian army could be heard as they watched the enemy king fall to his knees in submission. The duel was basically over in everyone's eyes. Peter hovered over the man warily, unsure of what to do with him now.

"Now is not the time for chivalry Peter." Edmund called out to his brother. Peter glanced over at his brother and remained standing above the fallen man, deciding what the right course of action should be. A silence fell over both armies as they waited to see what was to happen. He could take advantage and kill the man, but then again what was the point of killing him. Peter wasn't one that took a life outside of the field of battle, it was unnecessary. Peter looked down at the beaten man and dropped his fist. With a shake of his head he turned his back and began to walk away. It was over and there was no point in taking another life.

However, Miraz wasn't one to play by the rules, and he definitely wasn't one that liked to lose. Once Peter was a couple steps away he grabbed his sword and stood up to chase after him.

"Look out!" Caspian shouted in warning just as Miraz raised his weapon. Peter whipped around and ducked out of the way of the blade that was aimed for his head. Miraz struck at him again and Peter grabbed the sword, twirled it out of his hands, and spun around to stab him in the side all in one graceful motion. Miraz gasped in pain as the blade penetrated the hole in his armor. Peter stood up straight and pulled the sword out of the man, letting Miraz fall to his knees. Peter once again stood in front of the beaten man, with his life in his hands.

"What's the matter boy? Too cowardly to take a life?" Miraz asked him tauntingly. Peters eyes widened in slight surprise at the man's daring tone.

"It's not mine to take." He answered pointedly and turned to face Caspian. The two locked eyes and Peter held out the end of the sword to him invitingly. If anyone had a right to kill Miraz it was him and Peter recognized that. Caspian fixed a glare on Miraz as he walked forward and took the sword from Peter's outstretched hand. With a nod he walked away, picked up his own sword that had fallen earlier, and stood next to his brother. They waited anxiously to see what Caspian would do, he had every right to take the life, but would it be the right thing to do in the whole scope of things? Caspian slowly raised the sword above Miraz and guided the edge to point at his heart.

"Perhaps I was wrong, maybe you do have the makings of a Telmarine king after all." Miraz commented bitterly, staring up at his nephew with a blank expression. He bowed his head in surrender and awaited the fatal blow. With a loud shout Caspian thrusted the sword in a downward motion. However, it became planted in the patch of grass at Miraz's feet. Miraz stared at the weapon before lifting his head to look up at Caspian questioningly.

"Not one like you." He spat at the man.

"Keep your life, but I am giving the Narnains back their kingdom." Caspian informed Miraz with a hard glare. The man said nothing but turned his gaze back to the ground. Caspian level a look with Sospean and General Glozelle who stood behind the king in shock, before turning back to walk over next to the royals. Glenstorm nodded in respect to the prince and raised his sword up to declare victory. This sent the Narnians into a victorious uproar.

Unfortunately, the battle wasn't over as they thought. The four of them whipped back around at the sound of a pained shout and thudding. Their eyes widened in alarm as they potted Miraz lying dead on the ground with a red finned arrow sticking out of his back. The advisor closest to him shouted frantically.

"Treachery! They shot him! they killed our king!" he claimed and grabbed the sword before dashing back to his troops. At the announcement General Glozelle had already mounted his horse and was readying the Telmarines for battle.

"Be ready!" Peter instructed and all the Narnians prepared themselves for the battle to come.

...

The two armies raced towards each other. One above ground, while the other remained below to implement their element of surprise. A horn blew below Peter and Edmund signaling the countdown.

"One….two…" Peter murmured under his breath.

"Three…four…." Caspian counted off from underneath.

"…five…six." Edmund continued as they watched the enemy draw nearer across the field.

"Take your aim!" Susan instructed as the countdown reached seven.

"Stay with them!" Trumpkin chimed in.

"….eight….nine…..Get ready!" Peter shouted in warning to his own troops behind him.

"Now!" Caspian ordered from the group underground. On his command, the soldiers with them swiftly knocked out the pillars around them, collapsing the ground above them. The brothers watched as the ground just in front of them collapsed, dragging down most of the Calvary with it.

"Now!" Susan commanded, and the archers let loose their arrows to fall into their targets who were stuck in the pit. As the arrows pelted the soldiers who were scrambling to climb up, Edmund leapt onto a horse who was running next to him and charged into battle.

"Charge!" Peter shouted as he raced after his brother to lead the army.