The Dragon Prince: A Dumb Lump and Salty Dragon

Sword Fight

Four against one was hardly a fair fight. Eight against one may have stood a chance, but the prize was worth it: A whole week off if they could beat him.

The four challengers watched their opponent closely, then charged all at once.

Soren smirked, turning to one and knocking them back in turn. Over the next few minutes, each guard found themselves disarmed and falling to the ground. Their captain smiled as the bout ended. "Good try everyone," he said as they got back up. "But not good enough."

"That was hardly fair Soren."

He turned to the voice and smiled. "Pyrrah, what you doing here?"

"Been a while since I sparred with someone." She shrugged casually, dressed in her scaled armour with a blade in hand. "Figured you would be a...decent enough opponent."

Smiling at her compliment, Soren turned to his troops. "Well, what do you say? Want to watch me beat my wife in a duel?"

The troops smirked, then one held his hand to his mouth and shouted. "Take him down Pyrrah!"

The others, including Soren laughed as he turned to her, the red-bladed sword she had given him years ago in hand. "Well Pyrrah, let's see what you've got."

Twirling the human blade she'd picked up, the dragoness stepped into the ring of soldiers as they whispered and placed their bets.

Ignoring the gambling, Soren prepared himself for the fight, knowing it would be harder than his last. When she struck, it was fast, and he only just avoided her as he crashed their blades together. Returning the attack, he was pleased to see a light shock in his wife's eyes. She hadn't expected that.

In all their time together, they had never sparred against each other. Pyrrah had watched him fight, and fought with him, but never against him. He was a lot stronger than she had once thought.

As they dueled back and forth, Pyrrah realised he was challenging her...a real challenge.

She smirked, then charged at him again, holding his arm as they clashed. "Why don't we make this interesting?" she whispered before backing away.

Soren frowned, then went for her again. "How so?"

"A little wager," she chuckled, blocking his attacks. "If I win, you have to polish all my armour," she said as she pushed him away with a kick.

Sliding back from her blow, Soren frowned. "And if I win?"

She smirked, then charged forward, leaning over to his ear. "I let you top~"

Blushing a bright red, the guard nodded, then jumped to avoid her tail as it tried to sweep his leg from under him. "You're on."

Wager set, the pair continued, but after a few more strikes, Soren saw his moment and thrust his hand under her arm. He twisted it to the side and forced her to drop her own blade while he held his own to her neck.

The audience whooped as the match came to an end and clapped as the pair parted. Pyrrah huffed as she retrieved her blade from the ground. "Not bad. Maybe you're not such a weakling after all."

"Pyrrah, I fought twenty-six dragons to win your hand," he reminded her, slicking his hair back. "Did you really think I wasn't a good fighter?"

"I had my doubts," she teased.

As the guards swapped money from their bets, Soren smirked, reaching over and cupping her cheek. "So, when can I claim my prize?"

She only smirked back. "Whenever you want."

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I would say you lost on purpose."

"Good job, you know me better." The dragoness softly kissed his palm. "Because I would never lose," she purred before walking away. Then, she pulled her tail from behind him, listening as her mate fell to the ground with a thud.

Smiling, she glanced back and blew him a kiss before leaving the training grounds.