We all stood there. Watching. Waiting, for the king-Raminas- to choose the three captains of the Dalmascan army. Two were already chosen, a Captain Azelas of Dalmasca-otherwise known as Vossler-and a Basch von Rosenburg of Landis. We all held our breath as he chose the last.
Raminas-you.
He was pointing at…
Me-me?
Raminas-yes, come up here child.
I shrugged my shoulders and walked up the steps to the front of the palace.
Vossler-a child!?
Basch- how old are you?
Me- I am not yet three, Sir.
Vossler laughed.
Basch-your name?
Me-name? *Puts hands behind head* don’t have one.
Raminas-then what shall we call you child?
Me- Kid, you may call me Kid. None of this child lark though your majesty, its Kid or nothing.
Raminas- very well.
Vossler-your majesty, I mean not to disrespect your choice but this is a child, she cannot wield a sword
Me-actually Sir, yes, yes I can. *Pulls out a sword* I even have a sword. And I can fight, and if I must I shall prove it. I changelle, you Vossler to a duel.
Vossler- I shall not fight a child.
Me-* tilt of the head* chocobo
Vossler- why I outta
He pulled out his sword and raised it above me as he was about to attack Basch intercepted him, raising a hand.
Basch- I shall fight you, if his majesty will allow it.
Raminas-* nods* it would be my pleasure.
Basch rose his sword and walks into the crowd as he does so the crowd disperses forming a ring. I follow him into that ring.
Me- good sir dare not go easy on me.
Basch- you may be a child, a young one at that, but I still have my pride to uphold.
Me – indeed
I rush up at slashing my sword. He parried. Our swords then bash together. Once, twice, three times. I then relise that he held his sword loose.
Me- sir you hold your sword loose, you must hold a sword as you would shake a hand, sir, firm sir. For if held loose I can do this.
I attack him again and again, getting basch into a right chocobo. Then I swung his sword into the air. I smile then jump catching basch’s sword in the process. I then land
Me- down to the ground. *Kicks at basch’s ankle*.
Basch fell to the floor.
Me-* looking down on him *do I pass?* I then offer him my hand*
Basch- indeed.
