the seas are alive,
and they are raging with monsters, old sport.
| based on the voyage of the dawn treader |
| BOOK TWO OF THE KING IN DISTRESS DUOLOGY |
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2827 BGA, Dark Ages
THE HEAVY WEIGHT of Tiron the Dark Elf's longsword struck against Jamie's blade first, his force bearing upon her. She let out a grunt, sidestepping to release herself from the trap. Tiron did not give her leeway to breathe, striking again and again with his longsword, as the queen struggled to block his every attack. He was fast, seasoned, and strong, which meant that he was to be a challenging match for Jamie.
The Dark Elf's Cereph blade came flitting through the air, and Jamie met it with Narnian steel. Tiron landed a second blow, then a third, and another, then fell back a step. Another flurry of blows, but Jamie's smaller size made it easier for her to maneuver around into a whirl, facing every strike with the edge of her sword. Again and again, their steels clashed, the sound a peculiar screaming anguish of iron. They were both panting from the effort by now, breaths steaming like embers.
Until Tiron joined his other hand in gripping his sword, did it turn white with glittering frost, the edges jagged with spikes of ice.
He swung, and Jamie abruptly ducked. She closed her eyes, and breathed out slowly, and when she opened them, they were an iridescent shade of lavender. Her own sword blazed with a glorious fire, wisps of violet creeping through the flames. She struck, and when the blades touched, the air burned with a winter inferno.
Jamie switched to an offensive, landing a hit on Tiron's stomach, which sent him backwards from the force. Capitalizing on the distraction she caused, Jamie swung a punch across his face, sending his helmet to the ground. "Now it's equal." This only enraged the Dark Elf, as he bellowed before wielding his sword in a horizontal motion, an attempt to catch Jamie off-guard. But she saw this coming, lifting herself from the ground to somersault behind the elf, and slash her sword across his back.
She would've succeeded, if not for Tiron's swift reaction to side step and whirl around to meet her blade with his. "Surrender, child, and I may yet spare you." He sneered through gritted teeth, holding her sword away to avoid the flames that were slowly melting his ice.
"Never. And I'm no longer a child." With a forceful push, Jamie sent the elf gliding backwards a few paces away, the sheer force sending him to his knees at a disbalance. She twirled her sword in her hand, striding towards him with determination and fury in her gaze. She came upon him crying out, bringing her sword down on him, but Tiron managed to land a kick to her stomach, the pain tightening that it threw her off-guard. He took the opportunity to land a blow across her face, and swung his sword. Jamie rolled away, but his ice had already grazed her, and the wound burned.
