tampered | Log: Complete

Log: Complete

When; Nov. 10 (late morning?)
Rating; PG (like the movies, maybe)
Characters; Caspian X

treadingdawn, Susan Pevensie

lionesssejant, Jadis the White Witch

queenoftraitors
Summary; Some journeys take us far from home. Some adventures lead us to our destiny.
Log;

Destrier tossed his head, ill at ease to be so close to the White Witch's home. Horses had that sixth sense you know. The edge of white glistening snow drew nearer and nearer. Caspian glanced aside to Susan and her steed, perhaps they should hitch the horses here, within running distance. Just for safety's sake.

And for safety's sake, he was carrying both Rhindon and his own sidesword at his hip.

[ooc: Caspian, Susan, Jadis for tagging order!]

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"I can only imagine what questions would require you to approach my home bearing arms," Jadis replied, with a small gesture of the hand gripping her wand.

It was nothing but emphasis, but she'd seen Caspian eying the wand, and it amused her to try and unnerve the pair.

"Our questions do not require we bear arms."

The implication was you require us to bear arms, but Caspian held his tongue, meanwhile his temper was aching to break free of its chains. He pointed to her, rude, but he was descended from those barbaric Telmarines after all, right?

"Peter and Edmund. If you have nothing to hide then perhaps you would put your wand down," he said with an attempt at sounding authoritative. He was king, he ought to sound like one.

There's no way to rein in a sour conversation. And this is most sour. Why must they speak to her? Why must both brothers be gone?

"And we will not lift ours." If there is no reason to. Oh how this witch is an awful person.

Susan takes a look to Caspian, he is doing rather well so far. Hopefully he'll not speak too hotly.

Jadis had no idea what happened to Peter and Edmund. But if it gave her even the slightest advantage, she was more than happy to let people think otherwise.

These people specifically.

"You come into my realm, bearing weapons, and you make veiled suggestions that I've harmed your dear brothers. I can hardly be expected to put aside my own means of defense."

"Did you," Caspian asked the question they came here for. He looked directly at her, steeling his will and remembering how she oh so pleasantly said Peter dear, I've missed you and how it was Edmund who had shattered her enchantment. She had every reason to harm them.

"Yes, we've come. And yes we have weapons. We have not used them. We don't intend to unless you give us a reason to. Please, we want to know," she spoke gently, as titled, with an edge of urgency.

She must answer. Would it be the truth? There should have been more planning. It was too late of notice. And it wouldn't do the City well to make enemies with this witch. Not at all. Susan willed herself to stand her ground like Caspian.

Jadis laughed. The only reason she'd been defeated the first time was because of Aslan's intervention. Without their protector, what could these children do to her here?

"Harm them? Not in the least. Have I made any threat at all against them? All I have ever done is offer my hospitality. And if young Peter and young Edmund wished to accept my offer, surely they would have left word with their dear sisters and dear friend."

But gentle never meant weak.

Unfortunately for the much more level-headed Susan, Caspian was far from amused by Jadis' answer. His temper was starting to rear its ugly head as evident by how he took another step forward. Stand your ground, don't fear your enemy, and never let them see you sweat. He closed his hand around Rhindon's hilt but made no motion to draw the broadsword. Not yet.

"Peter knew what was coming. Edmund left without a word."

She reached out to grab whatever she could of his clothing, hoping it was unseen. Caspian, wait! You must.

If he approached any closer, the very delicately placed civility they came bearing would not last.

It didn't matter that Caspian hadn't drawn the broadsword, and wasn't precisely moving to make a threat. When he stepped away from Susan and toward Jadis, she raised the wand and pointed it toward him.

"Then would your argument not be with Edmund? It would seem he's not grown so much yet that he's overcome that habit."

"Knowing your history with him?" Caspian retorted.

He was just as quick, drawing his Telmarine sword first, the blade retooled by the dwarfs. It wasn't as majestic as Rhindon nor did it have the noble history as Rhindon, but it was his most familiar arm, one he was ready to lash out at Jadis if she made an aggressive move. That wand pointing at him barely fell short of aggressive. Only Susan's grip on his clothes kept him at bay.

It was not at all like Susan to raise her voice, even in an argument. Now was definitely a different circumstance entirely. "Answer and we'll be gone. Do you or do you not have Edmund and Peter?" she said in a stern voice she never knew that she had.

That wand, why did it have to be here? It was one of her most powerful assets. And it was pointing right at Caspian. Slowly, with her free arm, she pulled her bow from her shoulder. A sword could not strike the witch if she chose to move, an arrow on the other hand...

Jadis wasn't at all keen on the fact that there were weapons being leveled at her now. Even if she had the two boys -- and didn't she wish that were true? -- she would hardly have agreed to release them simply on the threat of two belligerent children.

"You dare stand at the seat of my power and make threats against me? Your Peter and Edmund are beyond your reach now. Think carefully on your next words, if you would escape their fate."

If you would escape their fate? If you would escape their fate?

Caspian's temper flared. Were those words true? Even if they weren't, he was more than sure that Jadis the White Witch would not be missed. He tightened his grip on the sword and spun forward into a lunge, drawing the cut and thrust blade down in an attempt to slice from shoulder to hip. Nevermind that Susan had been holding on to the newly made king. He tore away from her like a newly made fool. But Caspian was more than aware of that wand, and he was ready to draw Rhindon, Peter's sword, the sword of the High King, as his shield.

"Caspian!" He charged ahead so swiftly that there was no way for her to grab at him once again. Bad to worse in mere seconds. Her bow and arrow were ready to fly fast and true to be the Telmarine's only back up.

Jadis raised her own sword to the ready as soon as she Caspian move, blocking his blow and bringing her wand around toward his head. She was less concerned with Susan than with the young king, which may have been a mistake on her part.

Duck and roll! He dropped just barely under the wand while turning the sword in his hand hilt first to try and jab her in the stomach. They were too close for comfort.

Oh the witch should be concerned with Susan. The first arrow that touched her fingertips aligned with her target in the upper shoulder of the arm that held the wand. No thought at all was required for this move only to spare Caspian's life at all cost.

No one dear to me would be lost this day, Susan promised herself releasing the arrow.

The jab was knocked away, though just barely. There was too little room for a proper defense. But Caspian's attempt accomplished one important thing -- it kept Jadis's attention away from Susan and her bow.

The arrow buried itself in her shoulder, and Jadis screamed from anger, dropping the wand into the snow. She reached up and snapped the shaft in half, then caught Susan's gaze before raising her sword and swinging furiously down toward Caspian.

She was a lot stronger than she looked, and just as Caspian tried to hook his toe under the wand to kick it farther away, her sword came bearing down on his lighter one. The impact knocked the blade from his grasp and even caused him to stumble. How did Peter do this? Nevertheless, the Telmarine wasted no time in drawing Rhindon as his other hand quickly searched for the other sword in the snow.

Her stare awoke fear in Susan. She wasn't going to stop! She'll fire again, Caspian must get out of the way. Even without her wand it looks as though she will continue on like this.

"Hurry!" The bowstring leaving her fingers nearly burned with Susan's haste. Her aim this time lacked the same degree of focus as the first.

Jadis wasting none of her advantage as Caspian hunted for his lost sword, bearing down on him without regard for the wand. She didn't need it to cut his head from his body, and that was her thought as the heavy sword came round once again.

The arrow from Susan's bow cut through the fabric of Jadis's sleeve, leaving a gash in her flesh, but the witch only focused the brief pain and surge of renewed anger into her attack on the boy before her.

I'm trying, he shouted to himself. This was no time for Caspian to waste his breath on anything other than fighting.

He used Rhindon to parry, this time his grip more solid and sure as he was unable to reach the other sword he'd dropped. One on one, it evened out the odds perhaps, but Caspian didn't want to fight Jadis fairly, presuming that she wouldn't give him the same courtesy. When their blades clashed he slid Rhindon's edge along her own weapon, dropping into a crouch where one knee kissed the snow to strike at her own, anything to keep Jadis from coming after them once more. It left him open to attack from above without a second sword or shield.

Susan had a sword of her own, but it would be foolish to rush at them both. Another arrow, this time she chose to wait while Caspian made his strike. The sooner that they can disable her together, the better if such a thing is possible.

The blow from Caspian's blade hit at a glancing angle, but it knocked Jadis off balance enough that her own sword, aimed to take advantage of that opening from above, went a little wild, toward his shoulder but at a poor angle. She snarled in frustration at being unable to get a reasonable attack.

It left Susan an opening, however, as the witch was forced to turn and expose her side and back.

The tip of her sword pierced his skin where the brigandine couldn't protect him. Had her angle gone to his right the blow might have been fatal. Fortunately the stumble sank her weapon to his left, wedging where arm met shoulder. It hurt a lot. Caspian growled and kicked at her while simultaneously trying to scurry back. His blood was spreading at his collar, soon to fleck on the snow, blood from a Son of Adam.

"Susan, go!" He shouted to her, waving his good arm which unfortunately was not the arm holding Rhindon. But Caspian's grip on that sword was firm. He could stand to lose the Telmarine sword, he could not stand to lose Rhindon. Rather than strike at the Witch's opening, he swallowed his temper and pride and made to retreat.

A retreat it was then. With a heavy sigh outward, the last arrow made a strike at the White Witch of Narnia. She didn't stay long enough to see where it buried itself, better that it did to buy them one more second. Better that they run together, she tried to spot check to see where Caspian was while stepping over the white blanket of snow on the forest floor that hid roots and uneven ground.

Jadis wanted to press forward, follow the strike to Caspian's shoulder with another, truer blow. But she was forced to hesitate when his foot connected with her leg, and then hesitate again as Susan's arrow struck the witch's side.

"Run then, child queen! Call retreat, little king! When your shadows darken the snow here a second time, it will be your deaths!"

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