Disclaimer: you already know this..I'm not saying it anymore!
Author's Notes: Well, here it is..prolly my longest chapter so far and hopefully the best. Randy, hope you're happy..I'm in the fanfic mood and this was one of my 3 most favorite parts in this whole thing!!
The Match well Made
The girl, far weaker in build and disabled in ways, hung off of his back, digging long nails into the soft skin of his shoulders. That is, until he figured out what was going on and ran back, straight back into the wall behind him and causing her to lose her near-death grip in his arms. She cried out and fell back, sliding the 4 or 5 feet from her meeting point to the ground, eyes closed tightly. The queen watched from the distance, eyes growing wide again at the brave girl's attempts, weather they failed or not.
The man who seemed so tall now to the slouched over younger turned and smirked, looking down upon her. "You really shouldn't have done that child," he muttered, spitting on the ground by her feet in an attempt at a rude gesture. It worked well enough, for the girl pushed against the wall for support and stood up, slowly, until she was at her full height again.
Being the mage and swordswoman she was, she knew how to fight and defend herself when needed. Having the connections with the royal family the way she did, through her father, helped a great deal as well, gaining inside looks into the special training. At 16, she knew far more magic and some of the darker sides to it than most adults of double her age. She never thought much of it, but standing where she was weakened by a mere wall, made her realize it may be the key to saving herself.
A fair match, one well made, between the easily 2 years older K9 Maxwell, and the just-turned 16 Crymson Cleric, daughter of Blank and neice to Marcus. A mage in a girl's body to the mysterious man who dared to threaten the royal family.
Crymson smirked, trying to hide the pain in her back and head, and drew her sword. She focused her strength and held her head high, smirk obvious to the male, holding the blade dangerously close to his throat. One false move and he would die, and that's how she liked it.
A/N: I like how this chapter ended..and I'm in such a fan-fic writing mood..so I'm gonna write chapter 5 now, while waiting to post this for a bit. I'll post 'em both up on the same day, that way hopefully I can get some really good reviews! Love you guys, 'specially you Refugee of Souls, you AND your fics!
Roane