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.
