Turning the Tides North

Chapter Eight

"Kronos! Wait up!" Steve shouted as he caught up with the still fuming Dragonborn. He placed a hand on her armoured shoulder, her reflexes kicked in and she flipped him over her shoulder and pressed him against the wall, she let go as soon as she realised who it was. She mentally cursed herself for the skills the assassins of the Dark Brotherhood had taught her. 

"Sorry.." She mumbled before sighing heavily, leaning against the wall next to him, running a hand through her unkept and knotted hair. Making a note to braid it sometimes soon, or at least keep a helmet on all of the time.

"What's wrong?" He asked, watching her.

"I have to short a temper... it’s even stupidly infuriating which makes things even worse." She looked to him, studying his features. His blonde hair, strong jaw and bright blue eyes. He raised an eyebrow.

"You remind me of someone that's all." She said, feeling a blush creep onto her face slowly but strongly, but he shrugged to it and it was forgotten.

"You know what, I think I'll take up on your offer of sparring." He said with a smile which was contagious and spread to her making her smile back.

He really did remind her of Tsun. The way he was so kind. The way he radiated the warm feeling of home. How he was quick to think of the ideas that suited everyone.

So they sparred. They sparred till they were both sweaty and tired. Obviously she didn't train in her Daedric armour or she would of hurt him badly, not matter how strong he was, which was quite. But compared to her whilst she wore plain gray sweat pants and a teal T-shirt she borrowed from one of the female agents, she was still strong as she was in her enchanted armour.

"Who taught you to fight?" Steve asked as they took break, both absolutely tired and breathing heavily as they leant on opposite sides of the room.

"My greatest friend, he was called Tsun." She replied, closing her eyes at the memory of her best friend.

"Was?" He then asked, she was glad he had the mind to listen to her words than assume she and Tsun were lovers, which they never were, more of a friendship where they treated one another as kin.

"He was killed in battle, at the hands of a necromancer called The Caller.." He watched as her hands turned to fists and let out her anger on a punch bag nearby, breaking it in a instant, sending sand everywhere.

"What did you do?"

"I killed the cowardous bitch, killing her with the blade of Ysgramor, Wruthraad." She delved into her pouch, pulling out the double headed screaming faced axe, and putting it down on the table, letting her fingers glide and trace the patterns and runes.

"Anyway, first one down loses?" Kronos asked, snapping her attention away from the blade and onto training again, he stepped back into the 'ring', as did she.

"Sure, 3, 2-" He was suddenly rugby tackled to the floor, his arms pinned above his head and legs pressed together as she knelt sort of on his stomach and the floor. All she could do was laugh, her face actually lit up with joy, but her grip slackened on his arms, and Steve used it to his advantage, and flipped them the opposite way, so he was on top as she was beneath. She laughed again, and struggled until she was certain she couldn't get out of his grip.

"You're good." Kronos complimented.

"So are you." Steve replied, she struggled again but his grip tightened

"Draw?" She asked, he raised an eyebrow.

"Fine.. You win.." She said with a sigh, and he slowly let go, and got off of her. But she didn't get up, just stared deeply into his eyes.

"Kronos?" He asked, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

"Hm?" She managed to make as her eyes scanned his eyes and face, the look if confusion on his face was brilliant. She finally sat up and just held her legs to her chest, thinking.

About how the voice was being so quiet.

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OOOHHH… So its gonna be like that then huh? Steve and Kronos… What do you lot think? Yay or nay. I personally think nay but. Meh.

Fran.