[LOGS]
[you and me were never meant to be part of the future]
1. Peter → [scars]
2. Peter → [starlight]
[all we have is now]
1. Peter/Caspian/Susan/Lucy → [christmas come early]
2. Caspian → [idle conversation]
3. Peter → [messenger]
4. Peter/Caspian → [the ambush]
5. Caspian → [a christmas present without wrappings]
6. Peter → [like vines, we ( Read more... )
1. Peter → [scars]
2. Peter → [starlight]
[all we have is now]
1. Peter/Caspian/Susan/Lucy → [christmas come early]
2. Caspian → [idle conversation]
3. Peter → [messenger]
4. Peter/Caspian → [the ambush]
5. Caspian → [a christmas present without wrappings]
6. Peter → [like vines, we ( Read more... )
"You're not going to trick me again, are you," he asks.
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He continues their trek to the forest, the same area where they had ambushed the Telmarine the other day, sword at his hips.
"Alright. Peter really is gone, I promise."
And his word should be enough for anyone, really. Edmund may be impudent but he is honest.
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"I will hold it against both of you if he isn't," declares the Telmarine, jokingly as he draws his sword. He uses no shield, never was one for them.
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He grips the hilt and glances back at Caspian, wondering if they should bow or something ridiculous like that.
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Ed doesn't speak and there's no sound except for the clang of steel on steel, drawing the odd spark here and there as he goes in for a lunge of his own. They're both self-controlled enough to fight with real blades and to know when to stop just before actually hurting the other.
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So much for being out of practice.
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Nice move, Caspian. Edmund appreciates that, definitely, and appreciates the fact that he has to twist his sword quickly in order to keep from being slashed. Not that he would, even if he had failed to counter that blow. He trusts Caspian enough for that.
His arms are starting to feel tense and it's a familiar feeling, but they're not tired just yet. Edmund circles the Telmarine, his feet padding soundlessly on the snow- watching Caspian's chest for his next move. Even the best of swordsmen would give their intentions away with a movement, however slight.
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There. That small movement in his shoulders. It's all right, Caspian. It's not quite fair either, since Ed does have fifteen or so odd years of experience.
That said, his body right now is smaller, slighter, less strong.
With a short grunt he sweeps his sword upwards to parry it, both of their blades locking as the two of them pushed, struggling for purchase.
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The parry doesn't catch him off guard but their blades locking at the hilt followed by the push are an unexpected succession. He has to relent because for his size Edmund definitely packs a powerful blow. Fifteen years were lived and taken off his face, but those years are never really gone. Caspian slides back, stumbling at first but recovering as quick as he can to side step. His sword thrusts at the back of the other man's knees, hoping to threaten his balance and gain time for himself to properly recover.
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He sees Caspian stumble and is determined to let up a bit- it's only fair, after all. That is, until he is forced to quickly step out of the way as Caspian's sword slashes at his knees, and Ed himself stumbles as well. He takes a few wobbly steps forward before managing to right himself, just as Caspian is doing so himself.
They're both on equal grounds now and circling again, and the corners of Edmund's mouth twitch upwards just the slightest. He's definitely enjoying this.
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With distance widened between them Caspian shakes his sword, smoothly loosening up his joints again. Edmund's strikes have a tendency to make one lock up due to withstanding the weight of attack. He figures now the best method is to evade and redirect force. It is the same with for him with Peter, but the Just has also displayed a good amount of agility and speed. One doesn't pick up a two-sword form without mastering shieldless defense. He wets his lips, trying to anticipate Edmund's next move under a similar smirk. His breath is faded white in the cold air, slowly winded but definitely not down for the count.
That sword thrusts forward, quick like a snake bite. It's only a test strike, almost a beckoning gesture; come and get me.
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Oh. That was cheeky. And Edmund likes it. His smile increases just the slightest bit as he fends that blow off.
If that's what Caspian wishes, then that's what he'll get.
Suddenly, Edmund's on the offensive and it's fierce indeed- swift, controlled strokes with the intent to slowly push the Telmarine back.
His hair's damp with the perspiration now and a dull ache has started in his arms but he's learned throughout the years to block it out.
Still, Edmund knows that this can't go on for too long. He's already tired and Caspian's putting up a fight.
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And yes, it was cheeky, but what's a little cheek between friends? Caspian's lips thin again in anticipation, he has to concentrate on this because underestimating Edmund would be a great blow to his own personal safety and his pride. He notes the shift in weight and grounds his heels but still the offensive strike is heavy, almost breaking through his own defensive hold. Caspian parries each one, some of his own movements steadier and less steadier than others. He was not prepared for this barrage, as evident by his feet moving back, step by step, losing ground.
Speaking of the ground.
Perhaps it's time to try another tactic. His knees bend, signifying that he's about to drop his blade completely and try to kick Edmund's legs out from under him, if the Just doesn't see it coming first.
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Edmund doesn't see it coming until it's too late. He's too concentrated on his own blows right now, concentrated on Caspian's torso because that's where he believes his next move will show.
That's until he notices the slight change in Caspian's height and quickly glances down at his legs. It takes about two seconds for Edmund to realize what he's about to attempt, and it forces him to duck and roll away from the Telmarine, still managing to keep his sword in hand for some reason.
Clumsy.
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