Princess Evelyn comes at a halt, Ben just behind her, both stunned at the war zone going on before, the captain just for the sheer fact, hollowmen never attack during midday, the princess, never having seeing so many of them in such a small place, she'd often read about these creatures in her fathers books, but like everyone else, they were just stories…
Ben watches her, taking out his rifle, as she pulls out her green tinted Thunderblade sword, making her way to the one solider alone, Harry, fighting them off with the lute he was playing earlier.
She slashes through them, without no problem what so ever, turning them into dust as she does so.
The stunned solider, Bens mouth drops open, watching her flawlessly flourish, beautifully slice and dice the creatures' bones.
Seconds later, after she's helped the young Soldier, Harry. She looks around the fort, her eyes darting to Ben as he continues to perfectly hit every target he fired at. Forever showing off, Ben has always been such an amazing shooter, the best in the Royal army to be correct, and all thanks to his mother, Maggie for buying him his ever first rifle, and William, his brother for teaching him how the ropes go, though they did practice with peas, Ben had always managed to get the hand of it, since day 1.
He looks over at the princess, noticing a Hollowman with a jiggered meat cleaver swinging it just behind her.
One single shot comes out of the Captains shiny, slightly worn rifle, flying past his men, hitting two hollowmen, straight in between their foreheads, and then, it reaches the bastard behind the princess.
She spins around to catch him smirking, nodding as a 'you're welcome'.
Feeling rather impressed, and smug with himself, Ben takes his eyes off of her for one minute, only to lose her in sight.
"Thank you." Evelyn murmurs from behind him, impressively switching to her black pistol, downing as many as she can.
"Welcome, Princess" Ben grins, standing back to back with her.
"About what you said…" she sighs, ducking under Bens arms to get in front of him.
He twirls her around, so they're facing each other, but she manages to pull another of her pistols from the holster, handing one to the Captain, they both begin firing, him leading her around, like a dance.
"What did I say" he asks, firing the close hollowmen behind her.
"Teaching me" she breathes, looking up at him for a moment, her innocent but tainted emerald green eyes meet his own blue, 'I've seen it all' eyes. For a brief second, Bens stomach suddenly flutters with butterflies, something he's not felt in a long time…
"Teach me?" She asks again, smiling at his strange reaction.
"Y-yeah, no problem-" He staggers.
"WE DID IT! NO, REALLY! WE DID!" Swift cries in joy.
Both Ben, and Evelyn turn around. Truthfully, if it wasn't for the pair downing the hollowmen so fast, they'd have been going all night, losing even more men than before.
"Princess," Walter pants, walking over to the two. "Well done," He smiles, proudly.
"Wait…" The princess stops Swift and Walter from saying another word. "Did you hear that?"
"What?" Ben asks, looking around, matching her eyes as they scan the grounds.
Finally, all of them see it, one single wisp floats above the graves, until crashing into the newly dug ground, where Lieutenant Simmons rests, but no, not peacefully. The earth rumbles beneath their feet.
And no longer rested Simmons claws himself out of the ground, turning into the most, largest, and post powerful Hollowmen they've all ever seen.
"Lieutenant Simmons!" Major Swift barks, calling out in a slight annoyed tone, "I specifically instructed you to remain buried!"
"Oh" Ben grumbles, slightly amused. "Doesn't anyone follow orders anymore?!"
And with those last words, the beast hollowman lets out a mighty grown, slamming his hooked blades into the ground.
All of the men, including Ben, Major Swift and the old Knight get thrown to the floor, unconscious.
"Great! Just great!" Evelyn yells in frustration.
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"Captain?" A familiar voice echoes through Ben, ringing in his sore, aching head
Familiar… Pull yourself together Finn!
"Captain? Ben… Hello?" the voice whispers again.
Yes… Familiar…COME ON!
Slowly, Ben manages to fight the fog, dragging him under, and open his eyes, "Captain, talk to me!"
He squints his eyes, at the view of the now sunny sky, and the trees blowing calmly in the wind.
He groans, propping himself up by his elbows.
"Thank avo's, did you enjoy your nap?" Princess Evelyn giggles, holding onto his upper arm to keep him up out of the mud behind him.
The blond headed soldier frowns, trying to figure out what happens. Looking around at a still passed out Walter, Swift and his men. It hits him
"Lieutenant Simmons… Are you alright?!"
She looks down at her dirty blouse, and the muck on her stomach, "I'm just a little dirty, a few scratches here and there. But all in one piece. Which is more than I can say for you…" She raises her hand and trailers her fingers along the cut on his head, Ben freezes, not wanting to disturb the contact of her hand on his face.
"Don't you have any health potion here?" She asks, biting her bottom lip and removing her hand.
Ben tries to get to his feet, "No, no, stay down" she whispers, holding his arm down. "You've had a bad fall, Captain, and I need to wake the others."
Her hand suddenly runs through the back of his hair, feeling for any cuts, lumps or bruises.
Ben groans in a slight stinging pain, but doesn't move, loving her fingers through his styled sandy blond hair.
Why was she so… Intriguing to him? Of course, this woman was a Hero, and a princess. But just a woman nonetheless, Ben had slight a larger attraction for her, and already felt the need to protect her, being several years younger, maybe?
"You're fine" She murmurs, sighing in relief, removing her hand. "Its just a small bump, but my pack is by Major's tent, I have things that may help."
Ben gets to his feet, moaning at the pain yet again.
"Come on, wuss!" She jokes, suddenly holding his hand and beginning to walk towards the tents.
Ben smirks at her bold move of 'hand-holding', there was no way he'd fight her off.
"Here it is" she says, mainly to herself, letting go of the captains hand and picking up her pack to rummage through it, "Here, it's my last one" She smiles, handing Ben a small red bottle, with blue engravings on the covers, "Drink, it'll make you feel much better."
Being her last one, he hesitates.
"Captain Finn." She says, in a more ordering tone, "Please, do as you are told for just this once?"
"Calm down love" Ben chuckles, popping the cork out of the bottle and downing the sour liquid.
"Now," He coughs, hiding the disgust of the thing he just drank, "Let's go wake them up, shall we? You deserve a good old pint of ale after what you've just been through."
Short? Too long? I'm not sure. This was such a while back, but scanned though it updating and such.
WARNING: From now on, the next pages get a little... Heated between Ben Finn and The Princess. Something to look forward to, anyways.