Hello everyone. Hope you are all doing well. I am absolutly awesome. I got engaged :D Anyways lol, here is my updated chapter. Hope you enjoy it, we get to see some...different sides to the characters, with new revelations. I really hope you like it Please PLEASE R&R Everything you have to say is greatly appreciated and helps me to shape this story and future ones to come. Thank you to all who read whether you review or not, just the thought that you read it makes me want to keep going. I will update again soon.

"And just what should we cover today?" Ellaine asked, momentarily putting their differences aside, in the hopes it would be over soon. She didn't know why, but everytime she looked at him, she saw every little thing he had ever done to bother her, to tease her, annoy her and she wanted to fight back. When they were younger all she had tried to do was play with them, being one of very few girls in their settlement she had little choice. She had tried not to interfere but join them in their antics when they were all kids, and the only reason she was ever allowed was because of Dagonet. Dear Dagonet, he always looked out for her. Sighing lightly and pushing childish moments aside she concentrated on the task at hand. She was a knight, no longer that little girl, so best not dwell on childish troubles.

"Well, what do you prefer to fight with? Bow? Axe? Blade?" Lancelot asked, she noted the tone in his voice became slightly serious and less joking then it had before when he mocked her.

In the center of the stable she looked around herself, Lancelot in front of her, several weapons off to the side. She did have to agree with him, The training courtyard was usually packed with people, practicing or not. It was more quiet her, except the occasional neighing of the horses. Peaceful it seemed, and with enough space for a decent practice round.

"I prefer the blade if you don't mind." She replied, pointing to the two pairs on a stack of hay nearby.

"Very well." Lancelot sighed, grabbing the smaller set he handed them to her then went to retrieve the larger pair.

"You don't expect me to fight with both of these?" she questioned, holding the two swords up, their dull wooden blades pointing to the roof above.

"I handed them to you didn't I." Lancelot shot back crisscrossing the wooden blades he held in front of him over and over again. "You have a problem with it?" He asked, the sincerity that was in his voice moments before now gone, replaced by the mocking tone she always hated.

"Well excuse me if, unlike you, I wasn't trained to wield dual swords. My commander didn't feel it necessary or of useful time to teach a woman such things." She stated bitterly tossing one of the wooden swords aside. "Besides I think I do rather well with only one thank you."

Smiling at the reaction he received he nodded. "As you wish." He laughed. How he enjoyed riling her up like that. 'This will prove to be an interesting fight.' Lowering one blade he sought to throw it aside.

"What are you doing?" she cried out, her voice stopping his movement to discard the crude weapon.

"IF you must know I figured I would make things as fair as possible. Two swords to one is hardly fair enough." Lancelot answered seeing the fire in her eyes.

"That wont be necessary. I doubt the enemy would be so considerate, so you should be too. Ready when you are." She stated firmly taking her fighting stance she prepared herself.

"Very well." He sighed again, inside he laughed to himself at the reactions she showed. Swords in both hands he looked her in the blue of her eyes, then attacked.

His sword swung high to her head, quickly she brought her own up to deflect it. Smiling for a moment at her momentary victory she nearly missed the onslaught of his second blade coming at her side. Quickly she pushed away, feeling the air move about her waist as the blade sliced through the now empty space. On and on the went, attacking and defending, neither giving ground to the other. Moments passed, the rays of the now risen sun shown through the open doors and cast its orange yellow hues down upon the sparring pair.

Time was running out, she would have to leave soon but she wanted her victory over him. To win. Pushing away from the momentary entrapment she found herself in she steadied herself, found her footing and looked into the deep brown of he dark eyes.

Racing in she brought the sword high and hard down on him, but was stopped by the crossing of his two blades. Taking advantage of the locked blades she pushed him of balance and away. Just enough so she could dip down and swipe his legs out from under him with her own. Landing hard he rolled to his side, gasping for the air that was taken away. Smiling slightly she reveled in the fact that she would win against him once more, and with the same move. Watching her come closer he held the handle of his blades firmly thinking of his next move.

"Well this looks familiar." Lillian laughed to herself. "Looks like I win again."

Bring her sword high she brought it down, meaning only to hit the ground beside him, in what would have been a death blow had the been enemies, and this a real fight.

Growling low to himself Lancelot shot up, cursing to himself, not allowing him to be beaten like that again. His blades locked with hers again as he made his way to a knealing position at her feet. The look in her eyes showed the surprise she had at his actions. She had expected him to yield, not to counter act her move. Taking advantage of her momentary surprise, swords still interlocked, he rose and forced her back, following her as he went until her back hit against one of the pillars that held the stable up. The impact causing her to drop the sword she held, her hands went for his, trying to force him away but he did not budge.

The action had been so quick and unthought-of of that she didn't move in time to stop him and found herself pinned between him and the wooden column behind her. She was stuck, he was to close to move efficiently away his blades at her neck, had they been real she would be dead by now, that she new. The wooden blades crisscrossed at her neck, in one swift move, had she been the enemy, he could have killed her instantly. Silently, and unwillingly she admitted her defeat.

"You win." She spoke bitterly, not pleased that she had lost to him.

Lowering his blades he stepped back allowing her room to breath.

"Facing two blades by one opponent is more difficult then one blade held by two opponents. You should be more careful." Lancelot warned, more like a teacher, without a hint of mocking her in his voice. For a moment she heard his words filled with what seemed like actually caring the sound catching her off guard.

"You're giving me advice?" she shot back jokingly. Knowing that deep down, he was right, yet she did not want him to know she admitted it.

"Yes." Lancelot answered bluntly watching her movements as she took a seat on a nearby stack of hay.

Silence filled the space between them. She had not seen this side of him before. The serious, yet concerned part. It was different, strange, almost alien to her coming from him. All she had ever seen was the jokester, the bully, the side that she could not stand of find any thing in common with. Yet this new side, was almost, although she did not want to admit it, likeable and welcoming.

"I should go. I have errands to do for Arthur and Caius." She finally spoke breaking the eerie silence. Rising she looked to him before turning to leave. At the door she looked back and saw him picking the armament up. Outside the sun shone on the new day and for a brief moment she smiled.