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Alan was watching for Samuel and Tamryn. They were both currently pacing around him but at different speeds. Tamryn was walking slightly fast but taking short steps while Samuel was moving slightly faster but at a more anxious speed. He launches at Samuel and the metal of their weapons clang. He knew that both Samuel and Tamryn had an advantage because he had only one sword, but they were also at a disadvantage because neither had a way to provide defense for themselves. He barely hears the footsteps of Tamryn coming behind him and he quickly rotates so that her swords get caught in the tangle of his sword and Samuel's saber and short sword. He quickly rotates back around and pushes forward with his shield. Loosing the tangle and knocking both of his friends off their feet.
Tamryn grunts and sits up slightly and sees Alan smirking slightly. She quickly gets into a crouching position. She notices Samuel getting up beside her and knows she has to be careful of what next move would be.
(I can't stay crouching forever. But, I have to find a way to get away from both of them.) She thinks.
Samuel was trying to figure out what Tamryn was up to mainly because he was debating on if it was a good idea to attack her or not. He finally decides to move towards her when she jumps up and catches Alan's leg tripping him and pointing one sword at each boy. Samuel smiles.
"That is a good plan, but still very sloppy. You wouldn't be able to use your swords against a third attacker."
"I guess so."
They take a short break to regain their breath before starting up again.
Trent and Cheyenne were hitting various targets on the practice fields. They aim at the already set up targets along with creating targets in the trees. Cheyenne looks around to pick a target as it was her turn.
"That apple."
Trent looks to see where Cheyenne was pointing and spots the two apples in the top the tree.
"Okay."
Cheyenne aims first and hits the apple.
"Nice shot."
"Thanks."
Trent aims his arrow and fires. It hits the second apple, slicing it in half.
"You are getting faster at aiming the arrow."
"Yeah. I suppose I will I have to be."
Cheyenne nods.
Tamryn, Samuel, and Alan had gone back to sparring each other. Samuel was currently dodging Alan's sword and trying not to get hit by his shield. He notices Tamryn coming at him and quickly maneuvers himself out of harm's way. He launches at Tamryn, who places her swords in front of her in the form of a X. It knocks him back a little as Alan goes slash at her. Instead of countering, she keeps the swords in front her, providing herself with a shield.
(Smart, but still not smart enough.) Samuel thinks.
He decides to come at her from the side and goes to strike her. In one quick movement, she lifts one sword stopping Alan's sword in mid-air and kicks him in the stomach before bring both swords down in front of Samuel, who had barely been forced to lean back in order to not be hit.
"How did you know, I was coming from this direction? You were busy blocking Alan's movements."
Tamryn smirks at him.
"That's for you to find out."
Alan and Samuel look at her before getting back into fighting stances. They begin to fight again. Tamryn was being careful of the glances she made at her swords. She had practiced this move on her own and with Birk. She was now to the point as it was now obvious by Samuel's confusion, that neither of the boys noticed the quick glances she made at the metal of swords. The metal that gave her perfect reflections of everything around her. The most advantage point for the swords to be in was the X and she had been able to see Samuel coming at her. They continue to spar for almost a full hour. They sit down in the grass exhausted. Trent and Cheyenne join them; they notice multiple Narnians looking at them.
"You three have managed to distract many Narnians from their work as they watch you duel," Trent says.
"Wonderful," Samuel says.
They regain their breath lying back in the grass. Tamryn sits back up suddenly hearing paw prints.
"Tamryn? What's wrong?'
"Nothing."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, just needed to sit up."
(Now I'm hearing Aslan's paw prints? Am I going crazy?) She thinks, as Aslan walks over to them.
"You have all done well with your training."
"Thank you, Aslan."
"You are all welcome. You have all done well with your weapons. Come, we have much to discuss."
They follow Aslan behind the tents. They sit down in the grass.
"Tomorrow, all of you will meet with your squadrons and discuss strategies. I have received word that Korin's army is moving at a rushed pace."
"What does that mean?" asks Cheyenne.
"Korin and his army are getting closer and closer as we speak. You all should be prepared to move out sooner than expected."
The kids nod, feeling slightly apprehensive. Aslan soon dismisses them and they go and sit in front of the boys' tent.
"What do we do?" asks Tamryn. "The army is moving so close and so quickly."
(I've never heard her so apprehensive about this war.) Trent thinks.
"We have to be as ready as possible," Alan says.
The others nod. Cheyenne and Tamryn take a walk around the camp. They go to a small stream near the camp and sit down on a couple rocks.
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