Flawed *EDITING* (Chronicles of Narnia & Harry Potter Crossover) (PeterxOC)

73- Battle of Aslan's How Part 1

Chapter Inspiration:

- The Battle ~ Harry Gregson-Williams

- Duel of Aslan's How ~ Harry Gregson-Williams

As Peter's feet met the ground, I watched as he dashed across from Miraz before closing in on him. Miraz met him at the same time and blocked Peter's thrust with his shield. The next thing I know, Miraz is slamming his shield into Peter's face.

I heard him groan at the impact and my heart sped up in worry. His shield looked at least five to ten pounds. Like getting a couple bricks thrown at your head. Peter recovered quickly and a series of parrying and blocking began.

Peter and Miraz took turns throwing their swords and blocking at a rapid speed. Ed and I grinned when Peter started to win; he had the stamina that came with his young age to keep up the pace. Miraz, on the other hand, was old compared to our High King.  

Rhindon grazed the front of Miraz's armor, earning a growl from him. Peter ducked out of the way swiftly and continued his heavy blows. Miraz darted forward and Peter danced out of the way again, getting another swipe at his back from Peter.

Miraz held a stance, ready to charge at Peter. Just as they were to collide, Peter ducked underneath Miraz's sword and held his own out at his middle. The two men swerved past each other. Ed shot me and Glenstorm a smile. Peter was doing well.

Just as I silently praised Peter, Miraz threw his sword out at him. He ducked quickly and moved around Miraz. Unfortunately, Peter was not fast enough to dodge the shield flying at his face. He yelled out in pain as his helmet flew off his face. Oh shit.

The Telmarine King sliced his sword in the direction of Peter's neck. He bent backwards, missing the swing. Thank you, Aslan. I bit my lip in worry as I watched Peter duck down, blocking a swing with his shield, and cutting Miraz's thigh with swift precision.

A smile bloomed on my face as Miraz cried out in pain. Too bad the fight wasn't to first blood; Peter would've won. Miraz kept looking over Peter's shoulder at his men, who gave him fake confused looks. The High King kept his stance, scowling at Miraz.

It hit me that he must've been boiling, his sandy hair was wet with sweat against his forehead. They charged at each other, Peter aiming for Miraz high. Suddenly, Miraz bent down, missing Peter's swing, and tripped Peter with his sword. My king did a flip and rolled onto his hands and knees. Ouch.

He quickly got up and met Miraz's level. When they collided, the men parried and blocked several times before Miraz kicked Peter's feet out from under him. A cry rang from his lips, making my stomach plummet to my feet.

Peter tried to get up, but Miraz stepped onto Peter's shield hard. I watched, sick and horrified, as Peter cried out. His arm, locked into his shield, bent painfully. It took all my self-control to not go out there and help him. My muscles tightened with restraint. With a pained expression, Peter pushed Miraz back with a swing, getting his foot off his arm.

Peter rolled the other way, blocking three swings, before rolling the other way. I chuckled quietly as Miraz fell to the ground. That was clever. The Narnians cheered loudly as Peter got up quickly. As Miraz got up, slower, a horse whinnied loudly.

My eyes, along with Peter and others, looked to the source of the sound. Caspian cantered towards us with Susan behind him. I chose to ignore the fact that she had his arm around his waist, a matter more important popping into my head. What happened to Lucy? Susan had gone with her and the young girl was nowhere to be seen. 

Peter watched them, too, a pained expression on his face. "Does His Highness need a respite?" Miraz hissed. Peter gulped and asked, "Five minutes?" The Telmarine King thought for a moment. "Three!" As Peter made his way over to us, his face twisted with pain.