A/N: This fic was inspired by 3 Times Peter Pevensie Protected His Siblings & 1 They Protected Him by 1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam
The bowstring cut into the crooks of Susan's fingers as she pulled her arm back, fitting the nock of her arrow just so, so it was pointed directly at the heart of the cyclops swinging a thick club at her head. The cyclops was too slow for the swift release of Susan's arrow, which penetrated its breast a split second before she ducked, feeling the swoosh of the club above her head. She scrambled back before the creature could fall on her and crush her. It hit the grass and lay still.
Susan would've celebrated if she didn't have to immediately unsheathe her dagger and block another creature's advances. She had decided that morning to go on a horse ride, but had not made it two miles before she was ambushed by a group of the White Witch's former allies and servants. She had managed to take out a good chunk of her enemies within the first few minutes, but was now beginning to feel fatigued, as there was only one of her and at least fifteen creatures.
Susan was reaching for another arrow when she heard a yell behind her, "Susan—!" She whirled around to find herself face to face with a minotaur's bulging fist. Before she could react, she felt crushing pain in the side of her face, and she stumbled back and fell hard to the ground. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth and spots overcame her vision. She raised her arm in an attempt to block the minotaur's next punch, which only resulted in it being driven into her face when she was struck again. Hot, thick blood poured down her lips.
Suddenly an agonized roar reached Susan's ears. She struggled to sit up, clutching her smashed nose, to see what was happening. Peter was there, taking on the minotaur, expertly swinging his sword to block its blows. The minotaur advanced angrily on Peter, but he fought valiantly and dodged every hit. Occasionally his sword would make contact with the minotaur's skin, sending sprays of blood against his face.
Finally, Peter managed to thrust his sword into the minotaur's side. With a groan and a thud, the minotaur hit the ground and breathed its last. "Susan," Peter breathed, abandoning his sword and running to his sister's side. He grabbed at her wrist to pull her hand away from her face. Susan glanced around, noticing that the remaining creatures now all lay dead, victims of the High King.
Peter gently grabbed Susan's chin and angled her face so he could better see her injury. She swatted his hand away. "I'm alright, I'm alright," she insisted, forcing herself into a standing position. Peter followed her up, softly grasping her elbow in protest. The sudden motion sent Susan's head swimming and her vision spotty. She swayed, and Peter caught her under her arms and gently lowered her to the ground.
"I've got you, Su," he reassured her as she let her head fall against his neck in exhaustion. Her blood dripped onto his shoulder, staining his tunic. She breathed in her brother's scent, and her racing heart finally began to slow.
A/N: I freaking lost my entire revised first draft of this chapter and completely rewrote it from memory, so y'all better appreciate this. I might've cried a little.