Classy, Controlled Chaos - The STEAM Team Adventures

⚔️ Swords Dance [7/12] ⚔️

Sir Blanco's POV:

His Majesty and lil' missy went out to train in the middle of one of Northwynd's hardest-hitting snowstorms yet.

They're out in the courtyard, messing with swords while they're up to their waists in powdery snow.

From where I stood by the doorway to the royal guard barracks, they seemed utterly ridiculous.

However, I didn't mind spectating a training session.

Tia's at her peak anyways, especially with how intimidating she tends to be at times.

I swear, if looks could... Take people's lives, she'd be the new Medusa.

A very pretty Medusa at that, but you didn't hear that from me.

"Jab at me," King Arthur instructed, wielding his frost-tipped weapon. "C'mon, Pipsqueak. I know you can be faster than that."

The captain struggled under the weight of her arming sword, leaning to the side as she made a weak attempt to swing. "It's hard, okay? I'm not used to swinging an oversized baguette for a blade!"

"Don't let Sir Blanco hear that," Her mentor chuckled, slowly lowering his blade to his side. "He'll tell the audience all about it on your wedding day."

"If you keep that up, I'll make sure you're not gonna be able to attend." Tia grumbled, the tips of her ears tinted a light shade of rose from embarrassment.

The king smirked, staring down at her. "Look at you, all fired up. There's the energy we need in a fight."

She stumbled in the snow for a couple seconds, adjusting the weight of her sword and getting ready to swing. "Have I not been fired up enough?"

I couldn't take it anymore; Surely they wouldn't mind if I joined the conversation.

After quickly strapping on my hefty plates of armor, I slowly pulled the door open just enough so I could see them through the tiny crack.

"Come out, Big B." King Arthur addressed me without turning his head in my direction. "Yes, you may spectate. No, you may not give her a kiss mid-fight."

At this point, his tiny apprentice was struggling to keep herself from blushing, hiding her face in the shadowy veil of her jet-black hair.

I still had her captain's coat, but it was nice seeing her without it covering her like a cloak.

Her top was a set of bandages that tightly wound around her upper abdomen and curved to fit her lower chest, just enough to keep everything together.

She wore a pair of simple shorts, which were unusually short and tight on her thighs.

I realized that her coat was practically the only bit of "armor" that she wore in battle.

For all I know, she wouldn't be wearing anything  under it and she'd still exchange blows like there was no tomorrow.

I'm not trying to imagine that, but you get my point.

"Yer' Majesty," I began, trudging through the thick layer of cold snow. "May I have a lookie at lil' missy's sword, please?"

He nodded, turning to face his sparring partner. "Yes, you may. Tia, give him your weapon."

She reluctantly glanced at her oversized blade before hauling it over her shoulder, visibly struggling to carry it to me.

It was surprising to see her begin to falter; Normally something like this would be light work.

As she trudged through the thick layer of snow, I reached out, grabbing the rounded pommel of her sword and pulling it out of her grasp.