Noble Men

[Ethan Matumaini]

Ethan watched her tear her dress with an eyebrow raised, how far was she willing to go? If she would do that then what was she willing to do to him?

The Prince stepped away from the table and slowly raised the blade. "Ladies first." he said mockingly.

His sister didn't like Ethan engaging in activities such as this, where injuries were prone. But he didn't care, he had gained many injuries from his childhood, though it was hard not to when you come from a large rocky island such as the ones on Bestine.

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[Felicity Mason]

Ladies first. The young Princess hated hearing that. Hurt her pride. As if the implication was that because of her sex, she was inherently weaker. She was not going to accept that.

"Alright then, I'm waiting on you," she replied, giving the boy a smirk and a wink. Just a taste. She was not a Princess anymore when she had a blade in hand.

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[Ethan Matumaini]

Ethan smirked, she was feisty for sure, and she was interesting, very interesting. Only because they were of a similar status they were allowed to get away with saying such things to each other, and Ethan didn't care, he could just as easily retaliate. He circled around the Princess momentarily before lunging the blade towards her wrist and hand where she held the hilt.

"Don't get your hopes up." it seemed that the pair both had egos and whoever would lose would take a heavy defeat. He had only ever done this with his sister before and he could never be sure if she was going easy on him or not, but it was too late for that.

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[Felicity Mason]

She moved, the instant his blade thrust at her. Only her arm though. No need to waste energy moving her whole self. Not until she was ready.

"Come on, Princess," she teased with a wink, getting back into position, "You can do better."

She scooped up a bit of garden dirt with her fine silk shoe, kicking it up at him. She played dirty. She wanted him to know what that meant.

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[Ethan Matumaini]

Ethan laughed at her remark and lunged at her abdomen with the blade. Now that he'd thought about it, maybe it was a bad idea to challenge her after all. She must be good if she was being this cocky, Ethan couldn't say the same for himself.

"Maybe I changed my mind then, maybe you're a very ugly man." he smirked, two could play at that game, only Ethan could be very mean when he wanted to be.

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[Felicity Mason]

Now she made her move. The second he lunged at her, she blocked with her blade. The instant metal clashed against metal, she swept her foot out to catch his. She was close enough now. Unless he was standing very firm in place, she could get him on his back in no time.

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[Ethan Matumaini]

Ethan didn't see it coming and tripped clean over her foot and fell straight to the floor with a groan of discomfort before he'd even had a chance to give another attack. He'd had worse falls from climbing when he was younger but it was still a shock.

"A very ugly man indeed." he muttered.

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[Felicity Mason]

"Oh, I am the ugliest," she said, grinning as she lowered her sword to his chin. Her eyes scanned the ground for an instant, looking for his sword. There, he still had it. Her foot went to step on his hand to prevent him from striking while she was close. Daddy told her never to underestimate her opponent. She wasn't about to start now.

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[Ethan Matumaini]

Ethan tried to pull his hand from under her foot, not wanting to allow himself to be beaten, especially not so soon. But to no avail, he sought other options and used his free hand to reach for her hand or wrist and try and pull the blade from her grasp. "But not me, I'm a very pretty girl." he said sarcastically with a small smile.

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[Felicity Mason]

"Are you crazy?" she asked as he reached for her wrist, "If this was a real fight, I coulda cut your hand off for trying that!"

She held her blade tight, refusing to let go, refusing to lose. With her foot, she put more eight on his hand. Just enough to start hurting.

"Just... yeild, Princess!" she growled, bringing her other hand to try to wrench his fingers off of hers. Ooo, she hated his hands on hers. Even in a fight, this felt way too intimate. She was blushing, getting flustered. She almost felt like giggling.

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[Ethan Matumaini]

"Maybe I am crazy." he said, a smirk flashing across his face.

Ethan didn't give up either, he ignored the pain in his fingers for as long as he could, though still trying to free them, and kept struggling for a hold of the blade. Once the Princess had pulled his fingers from hers, he sought more options and tried to roll over to reach the blade that was by his pinned hand. He was certain that by now, if Erik was watching, he would probably be ashamed, he wasn't usually this bad.

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[Felicity Mason]

He rolled. Felicity almost fell over, catching her foot on the back of her long dress. A loud rip was heard as the hem of the pink skirt tore almost all the way across. Maraea made to rush to the girls side, but Percy grabbed her wrist, stopping her from getting between them.
The young Princess growled in frustration as he rolled away form her. He was on the ground still. At her mercy. She aimed a swift kick to his side, hoping that would stun him long enough for her to-
To what? This was just a play fight. Why was she always so determined to win?

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[Ethan Matumaini]

Ethan tried to keep his eyes on Felicity as much as he would, trying to determine what her next move would be. But she was unpredictable and he would just have to go on instincts rather than tactics. He yelped in pain as he was kicked in the side but quickly gathered himself and dove towards her waist, hoping to pull her down. If he was going down, she was going down with him.

The Prince was just as determined to win as Felicity and it didn't seem like it would be an easy fight. It had turned from a spar into a fight, though not a real one, he was still behaving like a child.

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[Felicity Mason]

She was caught off guard. Foolish. Fathers words echoed in her head. Never under estimate. Her back hit the ground, She looked up at him in shock. Did she just... lose? No. Not yet. She had one trick up her sleeve. Just one.
Panting from the struggle, her face softened. She smiled, blinking her thick dark lashes at him. This always worked on distracting Owain. If she had to, she would take it a step further.

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[Ethan Matumaini]

Ethan hesitated from pinning her to the floor and instead stared down at her from his hands and knees. What was she doing? He wondered, giving her a questionable look. He had already dropped his sword somewhere behind him that was far from his reach and soon found himself smiling back at Felicity, wondering what he was doing.

He shook his head and moved both hands to her shoulders, putting some of his weight on it in attempt to keep her down on the floor under him.

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[Felicity Mason]

As for Felicitys sword, it was well within her reach, if she only wanted to reach out and grab it. But she was trying to distract him from that face. She kept smiling. He smiled back. He put his hands on her shoulders, pinning her beneath him. There was hush all around the gardens as the two teenage royals stared into each others eyes. How sweet.

She leaned in, as much as she could, lips parted slightly for a kiss. He had no idea what he was in for.

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[Ethan Matumaini]

Ethan stared, his eyes full of thought. He didn't move towards her, but he didn't move away either, quite unsure of what to make of what was happening. He was generally not awkward around people, but now this girl was moving in for a kiss and he didn't know how to respond. Completely frozen, his arms were wavering from holding himself up for a prolonged amount of time.

[member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

Weakness. She saw it in an instant. That was all she needed. His arms were shaking. She had him. Breaking free from his grasp, she banged her head straight into his. Served him right for letting her get close. She was dizzy now, but she'd had much worse than this. During the invasion, she'd lost half an ear, broke her ankle, nearly lost a finger and got a nasty cut on her wrist on top of everything else. This was nothing. She worked through her daze, struggling free of his grasp, reaching for her sword.

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[Ethan Matumaini]

Ethan groaned as he hit his head on hers and his arms instantly gave way. Just before he collapsed onto her, he rolled onto his side to spare her from being crushed under his full weight. Probably not a pleasant experience for either of them. He brought both hands to his head where he had been hit and moaned, the last thing he thought about was getting his sword. It was safe to say he couldn't win this now, now he had lost concentration and gained a wicked headache.

[member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

The young Princess snatched up her sword, scrambling to her feet. She was dizzy, out of breath. Maraea looked like she may faint. Didn't matter. Felicity knew she had won. She had won in every way. She swayed where she stood, sword pointing down at the boy.

"Surrender," she practically slurred, but she had a smile on her face a mile wide. Daddy would be so proud. She was going to have a nasty bruise on her forehead tomorrow.

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