Sam jogged into town with his cart on his way to meet Annabeth for training. He smiled. He was a swordsman, but he was still trying to train her to hs a bow. Turning a corner, he skidded to a halt, almost crashing into the princess the man next to her. "My apologies, Princess." he said and bowed. He went around and left the cart where his employer told him to. They yelled a thank you from a distance and he grabbed his bow and quiver from the cart. He ran for the woods, where Anna was waiting. He was thrilled to spar with her today and rushed to get there.
Kyle galloped up to the tree Lis was climbing. "Lis, what are you doing?" Kyle callled up though he was releived that she wasn't going through a tunnel. Gulpping Kyle swung down and tied Shaddow to a tree. He walked up to the base of the tree, looking up at Lis.
Lis looked down at Kyle, "What are you waiting for? Come on up!" Now halfway up the tree, Lis decided not to look down anymore. "The view will be marvelous!" She shouted grabbing a sturdy branch above her head.
Kyle hesitated then smiled and grabed the branch above his head. He pulled himself up and swung to the next one.
"I wonder who that boy was," Alex speculated out loud, "regardless, Princess I will accompany you to the castle, but after that there is some business I must attend to."
Annabeth smiled as she saw her knight in training friend, Sam, making his way torwards her. But she was disapointed when she made out that hand he had her worst nightmare the bow and arrows. Sighing she pushed off of the fence and went to meet him at the edge of the training yard. "You're late." She stated with a smile.
"Sorry," he answered weakly. "I was still working. Anyway, it's your choice today," he said, grinning. "Either bow training, or we can spar again." He drew his sword, swung it, and sheathed it back. "What'll it be?" he asked.
Annabeth laughed slightly. "Well any responciable person would say the bow because that is what I need the most work on. However whenever have I been known as responciable? So I choose the spar."
Sam chuckled. "Ok then, sparring it is." He set down the bow next to a tree and drew his sword. "I'll go easy on you," he joked, knowing Annabeth was better at using a sword than him. He smiled, thrilled to have another chance to practice fight her.
Annabeth let her face slip into an impassive mask that came anytime she was concentrating. Drawing her own sword she went into her first gaurd position. "Don't bother." She muttered and at that she attacked not very hard at first. However she was just warming up.
Lis finally reached the top and marveled at the sight. The wind blew her light hair and she could see the icy mountains of Zatire in the east and the volcanic ones of Airifet in the west. It was a beautiful sight to behold.
Sam lost his grin and flung himself at Anna, sword at his side. He swung it up powerfully, colliding with her blade. He jumped back, recovered, and rushed her again, ready to strike.
Annabeth side stepped his rush and turned around bringing her sword around in a creasent moon strike. "Watch your back." She cautioned. She started feeling awake and alive as her musles streched and worked themselves out. "So how is your week going?" She started making small talk to distract him from the fight.
Kyle reached the top and looked out with Lis. "Wow..." He said. It was beatutiful. He had seen Zatire's mountains countell times, but he had never seen the volcanic one. Kyle felt like he could see everything.
((Hey I'm going on a DC trip from tuesday to friday so I wont respond for the next four days, sorry!))
He fell close to the ground, blocked it, and rolled out of the way. "Oh you know, busy as always," he answered calmly. He squared up with her and parried a thrust from her sword. He raised his own longsword and brought it at her in a right upward slash. "And yours?" he inquired, wanting to smile.
Annabeth barely deflected his sword and jumped back. "Nice move. My weeks been pretty dull actually." Annabeth decided to play defencivly for a while dodging and blocking his thrusts to make it apear that he was winning.
Sam frowned. "Well that kinda suc.ks," he said. Anna countered a slash and Sam barely dodged it, her sword slicing his cheek. "So bow after, right?" he asked and let an opposing slice slide off of his sword.
Annabeth sighed. "I guess so." She grinned and started atacking at full speed. She felt beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead and she knew she had to end it soon.
Sam held his sword sideways and put his other hand on the flat of his blade. Anna came at him with a flurry of thrusts and he blocked them with his horizontal blade. Droplets started to form on his face and he had to think. Anna's stronger, but maybe I can outlast her, Sam thought. But just then, one of her thrusts slid past his blade. The sword headed straight for his stomach, and he swung his body to the left away from it, but it hit his chain mail, cut through, and pierced him in the side. He winced, fell back a little and held up a hand. "Ok, ok," he breathed and sheathed his sword. "Good job. You're still the best Annabeth." he thrust his hand into his side and started to stop the bleeding. He stumbled over to where his bow and pack were and took out a bit of bandage. He smiled at Anna. "Jeez, will I ever be able to beat you sparring?" he joked. He removed the chainmail and tunic over the wound and bandaged it. "Well, at least I might still be better at target practice. Might." he laughed and picked up the bow. "Here ya go, I'll go set up a target." he said and handed her the bow and quiver.
Bo found Alfie by the stables. She was a hired maid, and very sweet with a wave of long auburn hair and blue eyes and freckles. In Bo's opinion, she was adorable, only a few years younger then him and nearly as restless. He charmed her into the hay loft and a half hour later, he left her to adjust her clothes and sneak down the ladder. It may have been harmless, but his father would still make a raucous scene out of it, so he tended to keep his escapades under wraps. Bo went into his favorite horse's stable, a flaxen stallion purchased from Airifret. He preferred the sleeker race horses of the kingdom of fire as compared to their own heavy draft horses of Zatire. They were quicker, more enduring, and meaner. Much more interesting. Bo didn't even bother putting on a saddle, it wouldn't matter one way or the other. He put on the horse's bridle and set out at a steady lope.