EXT. CENTER
OF AMELIA’S CAMP – DAY
Two
swords clash together as sparks fly upon first impact. Zoom out as two armored
figures sidestep each other and trade another series of blows at each other.
The first fighter is slightly thinner than the other but the fighter’s overall
physical appearance is otherwise obscured by chainmail armor and a helm. The
other figure has more bulk and is taller by a scant couple inches. This figure
wears heavier armor and no helm but is clearly a young man as evidenced by the
short brown hair and burly build.
The
two trade more blows. The thinner, helmed opponent throws its sword down onto
the male figure in a flurry of blows. The male fighter remains steady and
deflects each blow without losing his footing.
The
larger male opponent is now on the offensive. He pushes forward, thrusting and
swinging his sword forward repeatedly with less speed but more power and
focused force than his thinner opponent. The opponent parries the blows
repeatedly and the two end up grappling with their swords pressing against each
other.
The
male fighter grits his teeth with exertion while attempting to break the
grapple. He smiles through his teeth at his opponent.
JASUN
Must you always wear the helm while
training, Amelia?
The
other fighter shoves him back with a grunt. The fighter removes the helm and
tosses it to the side. Underneath is a stern-faced, muscular, yet fairly
attractive young woman in her early twenties, about equal age to the male
opponent. Her blond hair is somewhat short save for the pony tail that her hair
is tied back into. Her face is moderately dirty and sweaty from the recent
training bouts. Her striking blue eyes glare back at the male opponent.
She
makes a motion to her pony tail with the tip of her sword.
AMELIA
I don’t want you having something
to grab onto during the fight, Jasun.
She falls
back into a battle stance, readying her sword before her.
AMELIA
But I’ll give you the chance just
this once. Gods know you won’t be able to win without it.
Jasun
chuckles and falls into the same side-faced ready stance that she has.
JASUN
I’ll not dishonor myself by pulling
your hair. But I do plan on beating you.
Amelia
attacks, thrusting her sword forward and swinging it around in an arc. Jasun
ducks to avoid the swing and arises to his feet to slash at her. Amelia
deflects and unleashes another series of quick jabs and slashes, which Jasun
deflects before he attacks back. Amelia’s attacks are faster and more chaotic
while Jasun’s are steadier and more powerful.
The
attacks end briefly when Jasun gets a lock onto Amelia’s sword arm and spins
her around, pulling her in toward him with the sword pressed slightly up
against her neck. He smirks and she gives a mock scowl.
JASUN
Yield, Your Majesty?
She
relaxes against his chest. Bringing a finger up, she slowly runs it from his
arm up to the surface of his blade in a sensual, delicate manner.
AMELIA
Only when I’m dead.
She
kicks her head back, knocking him back and breaking his hold on her. She then
kicks him in the groin, causing him to grunt and stagger backwards, before she
makes advances on him again, slashing at him with her sword. She drives forward
again and takes his feet out from under him, causing Jasun to fall onto his
back.
Jasun
smirks up at her while panting, out of breath. She looks down at him with
raised eyebrows, pointing her sword down at his chest.
AMELIA
As your Queen, I could order you to
yield. But I doubt you’d listen to me anyway.
Jasun
shakes his head. He bats away at her sword playfully.
JASUN
No I would not. And besides, you
haven’t beaten me.
AMELIA
Oh no? Your ass on the ground says
otherwise.
JASUN
We agreed that victory goes to the
fighter who makes the first cut.
Amelia
kneels down over him. She brings the tip of her sword down to his face as he
shirks slightly away from it. With a quick slash, she severs a curly brown lock
of hair from above his forehead but his face is otherwise left unharmed.
AMELIA
There. One cut. You’re beaten now.
She grins,
sheathing her sword. She reaches a hand down to help him up.
JASUN
And so I am.
He
accepts her hand and boosts himself up onto his feet. Both of them glare around
the small training field. Other armed soldiers lean on their weapons or shields
and watch their exchange with interest. Amelia turns back to Jasun.
AMELIA
We’ll be planning the next raid at
dusk.
Jasun
nods, beginning to loosen his armor and take off the components piece by piece.
JASUN
You know I’ll be there.
Amelia
nods and begins to leave the training field to go off further into camp. In the
distance, the sounds of blacksmith’s hammers clanging, battle preparation and
men’s laughter resonate through the camp.
Jasun
glances around the field so see one or two soldiers laughing at his expense at
Amelia having beaten him.
Amelia
looks over her shoulder.
AMELIA
And Jasun?
He
looks back at her as he was in the process of removing his armored greaves.
AMELIA
If you ever
let me win again, I’ll take an entire head of hair next time.
Amelia
exits. Jasun rolls his eyes and shakes his head while continuing to unstrap his
armor.
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