The Island Princess

Chapter 11. Beaten to the point of brecking

{Location: Chen's throne room}(Skylor's POV)

"Why you look like that?" Father pokes my belly like I'm fat or something, "Have you kept up your training?"

"Yes," I fold my arms, knocking his fingers away, "6 A.M. every day, both weightlifting and a run." Well, when I wasn't in the theater practicing for the next play. But hey, it's good to let the body rest after a workout.

"Hmm," Father flings his cape in my face. Yup, as just as dramatic as I remember. Father pets his goatee, "What about your sparing?" He grabs my hands, which thankfully is still covered by my gloves, "These hands don't look strong enough to break bricks."

"My hands are fine." I bite my thought to keep thoughts like, 'I can spar still. Wanna go, old man?' But I don't say a word. I just want to leave.

Father stops circling me, "I heard that you've become quite the theater geek."

"Thespian," I whisper under my breath.

"Thesa-what?"

"Don't matter." I kick the ground.

"Aww, Skylor," Father holds me in a hug. What is this? Affection? From him? I hold as still as a statue, his breath smelling strongly of noodles and fortune cookies, "Don't say that. I care."

"You do?" Mabey I just misunderstood my father. Mabey he has island fever.

"Yes," he spins me around, where several minions of his stands with clubs and knife, "I care about your elemental power, your fighting skills, and your newly acquired acting skills," He chuckles as he dances back to this throne, "I have a feeling it will be useful having a spy in my arsenal."

"What?" I can't stop my mouth as it comes out very rude and disrespectful. I straighten up, not showing weakness, "I'm sorry. I meant-"

"You know what," Father sits on his throne with his feet dangling over the armrest, "I was going to let you have a weapon on your, 'welcome home tournament fight.' But I haven't been that insulted since my student Garmadon left me." He snaps his fingers, kabooki rushing in, rubbing his feet and feeding him grapes, "So no weapon for you."

I stretch out my hands, this is gonna be fun.

Zack licks his lips as he spins his club, "Hm, nice and slow or-"

Clunk!

I shut him up by punching him in the face. I knock his weapon out of his hands, picking it up then lunching it like a spear at Liem, a dude with a relatively small knife.

I smirk, they all have the same mistake, showing me their weapons. I knock his knife away then scan my area. It's 5 to 1. Time to knock some heads.

Zack manages to stand up, "You've been waiting to-"

I punch him again before he can get a quip out. "Just shut up and fight."

The next guy, I think his name is Steve, holds his knife high and twitches it. Mabey he's trying to blind me with the reflection? Mabey he's trying to scare me despite that I just took down two other guys? I dunno. He gets the same fate, a smack to face and a knee to the groin.

I disarm him the shove him away as the next guy, I can't remember his name, let's just call him dummy number 4. And any other idiot that tries to attack me for that matter. Dummy #4 charges me with his club held high.

I aim carefully, throwing the knife and making him duck. Once he's low, I tackle him, taking his weapons as dummy #5 steps in with an ice pick hold. I catch his arm, palm him in the lower region, swing up, wrapping my arm over his neck as my hand holds his arm, disarm him, kick his knee and chock him.