Author's Note: Here we go with the long awaited (for me at least..) scene where Peter fights Miraz. I'm going to go into as much detail as I can with it. Action scenes aren't my strong suit, so just bear with me if it's not very good. :/ Anyways, I hope you guys like it! :D It's only the first part though.. The second will come soon enough. :D

Song for this chapter: Savin' Me by Nickelback

Deep inside Aslan's How, Susan methodically checked the harness on the midnight black horse. She pulled the straps tighter where they needed to be, and loosened where it was necessary. After double-checking everything once more, she hoisted Lucy up into the saddle. She then pulled herself up in front of her sister, as she would be the one directing the horse.

"Destrier has always served me well." Caspian said, handing the reins to Susan. "You are in good hands."

"Or hooves." Snorted Lucy in a very unladylike manner. Caspian's face split into a grin at the bad joke. Susan chuckled. The Telmarine prince looked up at the queens, or more Susan than Lucy.

"Good luck." He said, staring into Susan's eyes. It took her a minute to respond, and only then when Lucy poked her sister in the shoulder.

"Thank you." She said, a bit flustered. Caspian pulled her ivory horn out of a bag on the ground.

"Maybe it is time you had this back." He grinned. Susan smiled and pushed it back at him.

"Why don't you hold onto it? You might need to call me again." Susan smiled, then dug her heels into the horse's side. The girls rode off into the tunnel as Caspian watched.

"'You might need to call me again?'" Lucy laughed, mimicking her sister.

"Oh, shut up!" Susan snapped in irritation and embarrassment.

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Peter, Edmund, and Ari walked out of Aslan's How. Peter and Edmund were both in full battle armor, with Edmund forgoing his helmet. Ari was dressed in the same armor that she had been wearing earlier that day when they had read the proposal to Miraz. They each simultaneously winced as the deafening roar of the Narnian's filled their ears as they cheered for Peter.

Across the field, Miraz was speaking to his general. "If it should appear to be going poorly..." He said, pointing to the crossbow in Glozelle's hands.

"Understood, my Lord." The general nodded.

Peter drew his sword and stepped forward into the sparring circle. Miraz copied him and they began circling.

"There is still time to surrender." Miraz sneered.

"Well, feel free." Peter taunted sarcastically. From underneath his helmet, Miraz seethed.

"How many more must die for the throne?" He said, irritation clear in his voice.

"Just one." Peter said, slamming down the front of his helmet to protect his face. She ran forward and vaulted himself off of a fallen slab of rock. He raised his sword and slashed down to meet Miraz' sword in the air. The sound of clashing steel filled the air and then was drowned out as both armies cheered for their champion, drowning out any further sounds of metal on metal. The fight was on.

In the forest, Susan and Lucy were riding for their lives. Somehow, they had been spotted before leaving the How and were now being pursued by Telmarine soldiers on horseback. They entered a clearing and Susan slowed Destrier to a walk, and then stopped him altogether. She dropped off of the horse and handed the reins to Lucy.

"What are you doing?" Lucy asked frantically.

"I'm sorry, Lu." Susan said, her voice strained. She gave her sister a pained expression. "It looks like you'll be going alone after all."

Lucy rode off to the top of the hill, and gave one last sorrowful look to her sister before she disappeared into the forest. Susan took a deep breath before she pulled an arrow out of her quiver. She notched it in her bow and aimed, waiting. A soldier came around a tree and aimed a crossbow at her, but before he had the chance to pull the trigger, he was shot in the neck with an arrow.

Susan quickly aimed and shot down another soldier. Then another, and still another. There were only two soldiers left. One rode off after Lucy, and while she was aiming to kill him, she was knocked to the ground by a kick to the chest. She gasped for breath and looked up just as a sword was about to come down and kill her.

Before the soldier had a chance to swing, a blur of horse and rider came into view and killed the soldier instantly. When Susan finally focused her eyes on her rescuer, she saw that it was Caspian. They grinned at each other and Caspian held a hand out to her.

"Are you sure that you don't need that horn?" He joked. She whacked him over the back of the head for his comment, but she laughed nonetheless. She climbed onto the horse, and they rode off for Aslan's How.

Back at the battlefield, Peter and Miraz were locked in combat. It was a blur of swords and shields. Each man had tricks up their sleeves. Peter hit Miraz in the back, but his sword bounced off of the thick metal armor, leaving nothing but a scratch. Miraz hit Peter in the head with his shield, knocking off his helmet, and then his chainmaille coif. Peter grunted as pain lighted his head, and then he swung low, cutting Miraz' leg. It wasn't deep, but it would still hurt a good bit.

Miraz looked back to Glozelle, who was still holding the crossbow. He then swung, and Peter dodged it, tripping over his own feet in the process. He quickly recovered, but as he was getting up, Miraz tripped him again. Miraz stepped on Peter's shield as hard as he could, and Peter screamed in pain as he felt his shoulder pop out of place. Ari and Edmund both visibly winced on the sidelines as they saw this.

Miraz swung, but Peter rolled out of the way. He gritted his teeth to keep from crying out at the white-hot pain that shot through his as he moved his injured arm. Peter kept rolling and blocking as Miraz landed blows on his shield. Peter then abruptly stopped, tripping Miraz. Both of them quickly got up, panting heavily with exertion. Peter looked over Miraz' shoulder and saw Susan and Caspian riding out of the forest.

"Does his highness need a respite?" Miraz sneered, though it didn't have the desired effect as he was out of breath.

"Five minutes?" Peter said, wincing.

"Three." Miraz said. Peter nodded and they both limped back to their sides.

Author's Note: I typed this whole chapter up at one time, so I feel very accomplished. While I'm in the mood to type, I'm gonna go work on the next chapter. :D You guys should be happy that I'm working so hard, otherwise I would update so quickly! XD

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