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Alan and Trent had their arms up, in order for the fauns to make the proper fitting for their armors, while Cheyenne watches. The boys could feel their arms getting heavy, but they try to keep their complaints to themselves.
"We are almost done with your armors," says one of the fauns.
"Alright," Alan replies.
After a few more minutes, the fauns finish their armor. Both of them had chain mail surrounding their torsos,heads, arms, and thighs. Alan had tan leather on his shoulders, while Trent had dark brown leather on his. They both had silver helmets, silver knee and elbow pads, and silver boots.
"These should keep you well-protected in battle," says the second faun.
The boys nod.
"Thank you," says Alan.
"You are welcome."
In the fields close to the girls' tent, Tamryn and Rinion were training. He focuses on Tamryn's sword, as she tries to figure out a way to attack him. She takes a step forward. Rinion charges at her, but she steps back and trusts her sword forward, which Rinion dodges.
"That is clever."
"Thank you."
"You are welcome. Now, let us continue."
Tamryn nods, and they resume their battle stances.
Cheyenne is having her armor fitted. The fauns are discussing ideas for her armor, since she will not be fighting as much as the older children while getting the required protection of oncoming arrows or other attacks.
"We must consider every aspect, Child," says one faun.
"Indeed. While you may not be in the battle as much, you do need to be prepared for what may happen," another agrees.
"Right. What will happen to the warriors on our side who die?"
"We will honor them for their bravery."
"Um, can I ask you a personal question?"
"Of course."
"Alan, Tamryn, Trent, Samuel, and I are supposed to be responsible to saving Narnia, so we are supposed to be protected. Well, there was an incident with tigers on the way to the camp. Botain was in trouble, so I stabbed the tiger attacking him. Do you think it was right for me to save Botain?"
"No disrespect to you, Child, but I believe that it was reckless to attack the tiger yourself," says one faun.
"However, I must admit that it was noble of you to save an ally," says another, "especially since we are outnumbered by Korin's army."
"So, It goes both ways?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes."
"Oh."
"Of course, the battle ahead will be challenging."
"I know, but I'm ready to face it."
They finish her armor. She had on brown leather shoulder pads, brown leather gloves, brown leather on her thighs, and chain mail around her torso and along her arms.
"You should be protected enough during the battle."
Cheyenne nods.
"Thank you."
"You are welcome."
She grabs her cloak, leaves the tent, and goes to find the griffins. They bow when she approaches them.
"How may we assist you?" the griffin leader asks.
"I need to practice using my cloak, while riding on one of you, as well as using my dagger."
"Of course."
The griffin allows Cheyenne to climb onto his back.
"May I ask what your name is?"
"It is Noliez."
"Pleased to meet you, Noliez."
Noliez takes off.
"Whoa!"
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm okay."
"Alright. Are you ready?"
"Yes, I'm ready."
Noliez flies toward the targets and has Cheyenne alternate between throwing them and stabbing them. They keep at it for an hour.
"How did I do, Noliez?"
"That was a good job, for your first time. We will need to keep practicing, so you can attack and retrieve your weapon more quickly.
Cheyenne nods.
"However, I will allow you to rest."
"Alright, Noliez."
Cheyenne climbs off of him and looks for Tamryn and the boys.
Korin's Army
Korin sits with his captain, observing the army train for the upcoming battle.
"They are all doing well, Captain. We will destroy those meddling humans, as well as the resistance."
"We are willing to fight for you, My Liege."
"Excellent."
Cinian is training with another wolf, while thinking about Rinion.
(Please, be careful, Brother.)
Aslan's Camp
Tamryn, Trent, Samuel, and Alan were sitting at the dining table, getting ready to eat when Cheyenne joins them.
"Hey, Guys."
"Hi, Cheyenne," says Alan.
"What's going on?" Trent asks.
"I was practicing with my cloak and my dagger, while riding a griffin. I need to when we start battling."
"How did it go?" Samuel asks.
"It went well, but I need to work on my speed."
They nod.
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