Under the morning sun, simply talking to Yaela everything felt nice to Eragon. With no worries other than that of training his remaining students. It had not been long since everyone else arrived at the training area.

Having them all there Eragon started his class. As you all know, today is the last day of Yaela's studies under my tutelage. So, what we are going to do today is a rather nice game. Everyone looked at him, remembering that his games were usually very hard but fun to do. What we are going to do is rather challenging so be ready.

"The game consists of two teams we will divide Me and Marcus and Yaela and Olive" he explained. "We will have to defend each of our flags" he said as he pointed out to some flags he had placed before all his students arrive. The team that has all eight flags will be the winner. And yes our dragons will be helping, he answered before Marcus could ask.

Once both teams were ready he signaled the game started. His team was formed with Saphira guarding all their flags as she was the biggest and strongest dragon, and Eragon, Marcus and Dovang attacking to win the flags. Dovang was a big brown dragon, strong and heavily build, ferocious in every fight he had.

As the team spread out, they figured out both had the same tactics with the biggest dragon warding each team's flag. Eragon went straight for Yaela knowing she would be the hardest to beat leaving Marcus to fight Olive and her dragon, Orrio. Orrio who was the youngest dragon was also a male, but he was thinner and a fast flyer, although still barely capable to hold himself next to Saphira do to her bigger form.

"Do you really think you can beat me so easily, Master?" she asked mischievously. I am more than sure that I can stop you for a nice while, even if you find some treacherous way to win.

Ha, I had never seen such an arrogance in you, Master. With that both ran forward and locked each other in combat. As Eragon slashed, everything Yaela could do dodge each of his attacks, knowing that she would tire to fast by simply parring each of his attacks. Time went by and Yaela still bid her time, waiting for the perfect time to attack at Eragon, occasionally striking here and there getting blocked easily by Eragon.

Meanwhile as Marcus and Olive fought, the seemed less ferocious than the one Eragon and Yaela were having. Marcus seemed more unsure of his attacks knowing full well that Olive was faster than him, giving Olive an advantage. The shared no talk, but simply circled each other, waiting for the other to strike.

"I am not so sure about this, Dovang" said Marcus mentally. Don't be scared Marcus, it is just another fight, win, just don't accidently hurt kill her, he finished jokingly.

Marcus had no time to answer since Olive suddenly stabbed at him, making him turn out of the way in order to avoid getting killed so early game. Having turned so fast to the side he moved his sword arm upwards missing Olives's leg by inches. Having noticed such a slash Olive moved back, eyeing Marcus before she tried to hit him again.

With everyone else fighting or defending each base it only left Dovang and Orio to fight against each other. As the clashed against the other rather harshly. Looking for a way to strike the other without causing any serious damage. As Dovang's head came close during the clash he rapidly bitt Orio on the neck, making Orio roar in pain and anger by getting hurt so fast, stabbing his claws at Dovang's belly in order for him to let him go and spewing fire at him.

As each independent battle raged, Eragon and Yaela still fought fiercely, fiercer even than Dovang's and Orrio's fight. With Eragons strength and Yaela's speed everything moved too fast to see, every time their swords met they would throw sparks everywhere.

Growing tired of not being able to hit Eragon once and having been hit several time by Eragon she became more careful, and started using magic in little bits, hoping Eragon would not notice. Until finally, she screamed "letta" making Eragon suddenly stop with sword midway about to hit where she had just been standing. Using magic was her downfall, as Eragon was frozen, he attacked mentally, hard and focused towards here, so hard she could not move due to the sheer force of Eragon's mind.

As she lifted all her defenses and fought giving all she had, she became scared, she, in all her years, had never felt such force, and she became even more frightened when one she realized it was only Eragon's mind without any help of Saphira or any other Eldunari.

Having been frozen everything he could was fight with his mind while he freed himself of Yaela's binding spell. Muttering the spell that would lessen the force on his body, but all the time also attacking Yaela with only a part of his mind, not wanting to cause to much pain. As he surrounded her mind with his he started pushing her mind, making her stop dead on her tracks, rendering her unable to move. As he pressed into her mind he felt her defenses weakening and crumbling.

He continued like that pushing into her mind until she could no longer hold him out of her mind and simply let her mind walls crumble under Eragon's mind. As he entered her mind he could feel several emotions from her, pain, fear and respect towards him, finishing their combat he simply whispered to her. Dead. Leaving her there, he moved onwards, seeing that Marcus and Olive where fighting and surprisingly Marcus having a slight advantage over Olive. Realizing their fight was about to finish he moved onwards towards their base. Since Yaela was "dead" so was her dragon, Saloknir. Who was simply laying down on the side. He strode forward, walking calmly until he arrived at their base he took their flags and running towards their base. As he ran past by Marcus and Olive he noticed that Marcus had landed the last hit on Olive claiming her dead. As he arrived at their base he simply placed them and claimed victory.

As everyone moved closer towards him, he grinned. That was pretty fun.

"It surely was, Master" they all responded. But I am sure we all want a second match, responded Yaela eyeing everyone with a small smile. Ahh, you will have some other day, not right now, just look how long has it been; noticing that the sun was about to start its descend and mark the end of the day. Everyone go and get ready, I will be waiting for you. And don't be late, he said looking seriously at Marcus.

Once everyone had started moving towards their respective rooms, he gently strode towards Saphira and touched her side. "Hello my dear, how was it? I hope you didn't get bored" he sais caringly. Knowing she was rather eager to any kind of match. No, Eragon, I had fun just watching you fight Yaela, seeing you try not to hack her head down too fast. A shame she used magic, I had seen something in her eye that might had ended your spar differently.

Who knows what might had happened, but I must say I certainly not ready for her spell, merely reacted. Anyhow let's leave, my dear. I wish to wash the grime of my body and to get ready for our supper tonight. Having said that he mounted her back, and flied towards their quarter

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