“Fine, I give up.”
“You what?” The Legion Commander stared down at the man lying on the ground in front of her. She didn’t trust her ears.
“I need to rest, and I guess that these are the only words that will make you stop. I’ll repeat it: I give up.”
It was probably true, but Tresdin would’ve never expected a warrior like Davion the Dragon Knight to say them. “But, the sun hasn’t even set!”
Laughing, Davion pushed himself up on one elbow. He didn’t touch his sword, though, which was lying next to him. “You wanted to fight all day long? From sunrise to sunset? Are you crazy?”
“I…” Tresdin started, then she registered what question she had been asked. “No! I’m not crazy! I just… I thought you’d want to use the day to find out who’s the better warrior.”
“I never said that.” Slowly, the knight got up, still not touching his weapon. It could make the Commander charge him again if she thought he didn’t mean what he’d said. Not touching was the safest option here. “I said I wanted to spar.”
“In my defence,” finally Tresdin lowered her weapon, the blade now no longer pointing at Davion. “I’m used to creatures using this sentence as cover for kicking my ass and showing how much better than me they are. I couldn’t know that you actually only wanted to spar.”
They stared at each other. “Well, great. I don’t care who’s better. I just wanted to have some fun.” The Dragon Knight didn’t move. He was still unsure about taking his weapon. “It was fun, but I’d like to rest for a while. Maybe take a drink.” He hesitated when he wanted to grab his sword, pointed at it but didn’t lift it off the ground. “You won’t attack me when I take it, will you?”
Clearly taken aback by this question, Tresdin removed her helmet with one hand and pinned it underneath her arm. “Fuck no, why would I do that after you said you give up and want to rest?” She couldn’t see his face, but when he didn’t answer immediately, she frowned. “I am not crazy!” With a snort, she turned away and left the fighting area. After flinging her helmet onto a bench and her weapon onto a table nearby, she dunked her head into a barrel of water. Water dripping onto her armour, she shouted: “I’ll get us some drinks, when you don’t think I’ll attack you while we are sitting there drinking together, you are welcome to join me and we can rest together for a while.”
Okay, she was crazy, Davion thought. But he’d never express that in front of her again. And especially not when he was exhausted from sparring with her and wanted to sit down, drink a beer and put his feet up to relax.