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Trent heads to the field that had been designated for archery; he notices Samuel follows him out to the field.

"What do you want, Samuel?" He asks while aiming his bow and arrow.

"How much do you care for her?"

"Who?"

"Don't play dumb. We all know that you two have feelings for each other."

"That's not true. I got worried when she fell off Straze, she could have broken her neck."

"I know, but I wager you got more panicked a lot quicker."

"So, what if I did? That doesn't mean anything."

"Yes, it does. Did anything else happen?"

"We talked for a while. She said she cared for me and wanted me to know that I could talk to any of us if I had a problem."

"Problems such as?"

"Virk didn't come back with the pack."

"Oh. Do you think something happened?"

"In my gut, I feel like something happened, but I'm not sure."

"Maybe he just fell behind. He's probably fine. And on his way back now."

Trent simply nods, "I hope so. That's what Tamryn told me. Are you going to watch me practice or going to practice yourself?"

"Actually, I am observing my ground squadrons fighting skills. So, I will leave to your practice and thoughts of Tamryn."

"You're lucky he doesn't hit you with that arrow," Trian says coming over to the boys.

They both look at him.

"Trent wouldn't hit me anyways. On earth we show friendship by teasing one another."

"That is odd."

"Don't listen to him, Trian. Some show friendships by teasing while others show maturity."

Samuel glares at him, "At least I am on time for my dates."

"It wasn't a date."

"You went into a fit about it."

"Can't you two argue this after the battle? Korin's troops are moving in case you've forgotten."

"We haven't forgotten, Trian. We should both be focusing."

Samuel starts to walk away to find his ground troops, "Don't worry so much, Trent. I'm sure he'll show up soon."

Trent nods at him.

"I do not understand you humans."

"What do you mean, Trian?"

"One moment you are bickering and the next you seem to have an understanding of one another."

"That's just how our friendship is. We can bicker, but help each other when the time comes."

"But since you bicker does that make you not 'showing maturity' as you put it?"

Trent stops his movement of shooting the arrow.

(Of course, he's a fox. Of course he'd say something to outsmart me.) He thinks.

"Sure, I guess."

"Exactly my point, all you humans are not understandable."

"Can you just get my arrows please?"

Tamryn walks over to where she was to be practicing with Alan, her mind on her discussion with Trent earlier.

(I can't believe I almost blushed. Do I have feelings for him?) She thinks.

Her face reddens slightly at the thought. She spots Alan coming her way and tries to relax herself so her face doesn't appear too red.

"Hey, Alan."

"Hey, Tamryn. Ready to practice?"

"Yeah. I'm ready."

Alan nods and the two prepare to duel. Tamryn sees Alan start to move around her and she quickly does the same taking notice of how he carried himself. She finally launches at him and hears the steel of the swords clang.

Korin's Army

Korin sat in his tent looking at the maps of the layout of Beruna knowing that it would be unwise to allow Aslan and his rebels to fight in the valley.

(I have to drag them out past the valley and get them at a disadvantage.) He thinks.

"My Lord, the spies have returned."

Korin looks at the hag "Let them in."

Two crows land on the table and bow.

"What have you found out?"

"They haven't started moving yet. The humans have appeared to be gaining strength with their weapons, but they should not be much trouble to defeat. Though the older girl might be an easy target. She is not skilled with the horse she chose at all and has yet to practice fighting with her swords on the stallion."

Korin nods, "And what of the other humans?"

"The oldest boy appears to be concerned for the younger girl. The girl is leading a griffin squadron so by sending attacks her way may distract him from what is in front of him. The child with the bow and arrow is hesitant to attack at times so by lying a threat toward the youngest boy or oldest girl in close combat may make him hesitate over attacking in fear of hitting the boy or girl."

"The youngest boy doesn't have many weaknesses; he seems to be able to attack well, but his methods are not well planned out. He hasn't perfected his movement with his weapons thoroughly. The youngest girl may be one of the easiest or hardest depending on how you decide to attack her, my Lord. Her griffin squadron will be the last squadron in the rebels' forces. In an attempt to provide safety for her most likely; she has a dagger but also a cloak that makes her disappear, which is why she will be the most difficult target. Though we do not know if the griffin will disappear also so we may have an advantage over that way. What makes her an easy target is her weapon. She has will have to fight closely to us or throw her dagger either way she will be open for attack when she retrieves the dagger."

Korin nods taking in all the information.

"You two have done well and will be rewarded for your information."

The crows bow and leave the tent.

Aslan's Camp

Trent and Trian were walking back from the fields.

"Are you going to be fighting also, Trian?"

"If Aslan requires me to fight then I shall."

Trent nods.

"I believe you all are to be fit for armor soon. Plus, they have to make sure all of you can still move as well with the armor on. Hence why, you may have the same styles but you may not all be wearing the same amount of one another."

"Okay."

The two arrive back at the camp and head for the armory tent. Trent walks in and sees Samuel standing in the tent. He had waist-length chain mail on along with black gloves and the fauns were starting to put on the metal parts of the armor.

(Why am I always stuck with him?) He thinks.

"Hey, Samuel."

"Hi, Trent."

"How were the skills of your squadron?"

"I feel like they are doing either better or at the same skill level as I am."

"Then that is good right?"

"Yes. It was hard to see how many were actually better than me."

"Well, they've had more experience with sword fighting; you'll get better with time."

Samuel nods as the fauns finish putting on all his armor. He moves slightly trying to get used to all the weight. A faun follows him to a practice field to watch how he moves in the armor. It takes Samuel a few tries before he is actually able to pick up his saber and short sword while trying to control his balance. After almost an hour, the faun makes the decision to make the metallic armor lighter but should provide the same protection.

Tamryn laid on the ground feeling like her arms would not move.

(At least I have a little while before I have to try my new armor on.) She thinks.

She sighs lightly; she hadn't even been able to lift her swords under weight that the boys would normally have to wear. She closes her eyes just as a shadow blocks out the sun. She opens them immediately and sees Rinion sitting and looking down at her.

"Hi, Rinion."

"Hello, Child. How are you feeling?"

"Like my arms will never move again."

"Your armor?"

"Yes. The fauns are going to make it of different material but should provide the same protection."

"Good. That is what matters. You are more skilled with your swords."

The wolf notices the questioning look Tamryn gives him.

"I had just finished speaking with Aslan and was looking through the camp. I saw you practicing with the Son of Adam."

"Thank you, Rinion."

"You are welcome."

"Can you spar with me once I get armor that I can move in?"

"Of course."

A faun soon comes to tell Tamryn that her new armor is finished. Rinion waits outside the tent for her to come back. Tamryn soon comes out in a mid-thigh length chain mail with dark brown leather armor and brown gloves.

"Is that leather strong enough?"

"Rinion, the fauns know what they are doing. I am able to lift my swords easier with this on as I discovered inside the tent. It should protect me just fine. There is some metal inside the leather."

"Alright then lets test it."

Tamryn follows Rinion to the practice fields. As they are going she notices Alan and Cheyenne walking to the armory tent with Trent.

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