Morons and Monarchs

Chapter Fifteen: Ea😜

𝕴 𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖘.

And this time it is not my fault she is acting like a moron, not like when I moved the chair before she could sit down in front of Eirene, that was different.

She can't even grasp the four governors!!! Timing, distance, perception, and technique.

Viviendel lifts her dulled sword from the ground, settling back into the fighting stance I just re-taught her. She thought that she knew how to do one, but even her footing was wrong.

I raise my own dulled-blade in response. Taking the offense position, I strike first and collide hard with her own sword. She stumbles back, her sword dropping and if I moved my blade one more inch her head would be skewered.

Not that I would ever harm the heir, but still.

"Your footwork is horrendous," I say, narrowing my eyes at her.

She mocks my words before replying, in the same tone, "Your teaching is horrendous."

"Footwork is supposed to help you maintain a balanced center so you can lunge, advance, and actually attack. Yet you stumble."

"Do you expect me not to?" She snaps.

"No, because you have to practice. But I thought you said earlier that you could protect yourself," I recall from after her very melodramatic fall with Freedom. "That you did not need to learn anything." I raise an eyebrow in question, but I know she can not deny her own words.

"I said..." Viviendel starts. "That I can swing a sword all day long, not that I could do it well."

I can't argue with that.

"Well, now you can learn how to do it well." I answer, raising my sword again. Viviendel pulls her sword from the ground she just dropped it on.

Ever since I took off my shirt she has been absent.

Distracted.

And honestly, it has filled me with no small amount of pure male satisfaction.

My smile turns sardonic.

She strikes first this time, obviously riled up by my grin.

I block, and I have to give it to her, my arms buckle as she strikes. Stronger than I thought.

Her eyes track down to my arms and her sword hand slips, my smile broadens as I hit her sword from her hand and slam it into the ground. The dull blade sinking into Mother nature's flesh.

"And you're dead." I say bitterly. "And you died because you were distracted, right?" I ask her. She nods sheepishly. Ducking her head.

"Can you at least put a shirt on?" She asks me finally. Keeping her head down and eyes on the ground.

'Why? Is it bothering you?" I ask slyly.

"Yes," She responds. "Very much so."

"Oh," I draw out the word. "Thats too bad." I raise my sword again, and she quickly grabs her own.

"Next episode on: How many times will Viviendel die?"

She growls.

Viviendel takes offense, and I quickly block her attack.

I made sure that her sword had a basket hilt, in order to make sure that her blade was lighter than the hilt, that way the sword is not only less heavy but also easier to maneuver.

Viviendel uses an action I taught her earlier... a push. Where you bring your blade up to your opponents to put their aim off balance while you still have your own aim steady. Only, since I know the trick and anticipate her next attack I quickly pivot out of the way, balancing back on the balls of my feet.

Viviendel almost falls, but quickly catches herself.

So Viviendel then tries another attack, one of the harder ones. A disengage. She hits my blade forcefully and crashes the clash to my right side, exposing my left shoulder. At the same time that she lets her blade slide along my own (To make sure my sword does not swing back at her) she tries to hit my left shoulder, but I quickly duck. Her sword whizzes past my neck and I blow out a breath of relief.

Close call.

She takes my duck as a sign that I am slowing down and swings her hilt into my arched back. Sending me sprawling on the ground.

Dead. I just died.

"Next episode on: How many times will Ea die?" Viviendel mocks before turning around and snagging a drink from the nearest pond. I growl again, regaining my footing.

I just died.

Died. Because of an... heir that never learned how to even hold a sword correctly.

There is no amount of shame that insurmounts the one I feel now. That is for sure.