#kickass!

Ever since Bjorn came back to live with his father he’s teased me nonstop. I was once a slave like Athelstan but like him I became one of them and I learned to fight.

I casually told Bjorn of this and he kept saying that I wasn’t a good fighter or that I wasn’t a fighter at all. I always ignored him, if I said anything it would only encourage him.

I was talking a stroll late at night when I happened to encounter a few drunken men.

“Would you look at that,” one of them said.

“She’s the little Christian girl,” another said.

I tried walking past them but they only blocked my way. “Let me through,” I said clenching my jaw. The third one grabbed me by the arm and yanked me forward, “why would we do that girl?”

“Because if you don’t I’ll make sure you death is a full of pain,” I say glaring at him.

They all laugh at me, I reach my blade with my free hand and I stab him in the stomach, he let’s go of my arm. It take the other two a split second before they lunge at me, I dodge them and get behind them. I stab one in the heart through their back, the other comes at me I cut his arm, then leg and finally his throat.

I look at the one who held my hand, I kneel beside him and very slowly cut his throat. I stare him in the eyes as his life leaves his body. I hear footsteps approaching and I turn around taking my stance.

“Woah. Calm down,” I hear Bjorn’s voice. I lower my arm and he comes closer. “Seems I was wrong about you little Christian.”

“You’re always wrong Bjorn,” I smirk at him, walking away.

“Wait! Won’t you join the other’s tonight?” He gestures to the main hall.

“I uh, I’d rather not,” I say turning and walking towards the river. I sit under one of the trees and look up at the sky, I’ve always loved looking at the stars. After a while I get up and take out the bow and arrow I had hidden it the tree.

I walk further into the trees and I quietly walk around, listening for anything worth shooting. I don’t hear anything so I walk over to the bank and look into the water trying to see anything move. I knock in my arrow and draw, I shoot at the fish and I manage to get one. I pull it out of the water before readying my bow again, I hear something behind me. I turn and shoot.

“You nearly shot me!” Bjorn exclaims.

“Well I didn’t so why don’t you shut up about it?” I say turning back to the water. I shoot the arrow hitting another fish.

“Why are you out here instead of with the others?” He asks, leaning against a tree.

“I’ve never like being around too many people. I prefer being on my own or with a few people,” I admit.

“Is it alright if I keep you company?” I turn to look at him.

“As long as you promise to stop teasing me,” I say.

“If I did that I wouldn’t see you with that little pout you always have,” He smirks.

I turn red, making weird noises, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I turn around.

“See your doing it right now,” I feel him behind me. He grabs my waist turning me around so that I look at him, up at him rather. “I think you do that to tempt me.”

“Tempt you?” I ask.

He nods, “Tempting me to make you mine,” he leans closer to me, our lips brush and I close my eyes, closing the gap. The kiss started out chaste, but turned into something more. I drop my bow and place my hands around his neck.

We break apart for air, “This was your plan all along wasn’t it,” amusement in his voice. “Let’s take this elsewhere shall we?” I nod, letting him lead me to where ever he desires.