The duel between Peter and Miraz began again. It immediately descended into violent desperation. Both of them falling out of sword moved into dirty and underhanded blows. Otto bit his lip as he watched, hands twisting the bottom of his tunic anxiously. A weight on his shoulder made him look up and behind him to where Caspian stood. The prince had laid a hand on Otto's shoulder comfortingly. Otto smiled at him slightly. He reached up and laid his hand on top of Caspian's, squeezing it for a second before withdrawing. Caspian lowered his hand to his side, both boys concentrating on the fight. Their small moment of comfort going unnoticed.

Miraz was concentrating the majority of his blows on Peter's injured arm. He was heavier and stronger than Peter but Peter was quicker mad lighter on his feet. Miraz was also limping, a bloody bandage tied around his thigh from where Peter had wounded him. Otto gasped and winced as Miraz shoved Peter harshly into a block of stone. Peter lost his footing, shield sent skittering away. He defended blow after blow, using the blade of his sword to stop them from landing. It must be hell against his injured shoulder. After a few strikes, Peter twisted his legs and knocked Miraz to the floor. The old king stumbled and staggered to his feet, Peter rising too.

As soon as both men were up, Peter was taking the fight closer. He knocked back Miraz's sword and stepped in close. Miraz's sword was wrestled out of his grip and it fell to the floor with a clang. Peter's sword clanged against the shield as he attacked. Miraz only able to defend himself. Peter lunged and his opponent caught the blade under his arm and yanked it out of his grip. Peter stumbled and Miraz back handed him across the face, heavy metal gauntlet against the skin of his cheek. Otto caught the red of blood. Peter stepped back with a cry as Miraz smacked him in the face with his shield. He meant to do it again but Peter caught it and twisted it round and out of the king's grip. Both weaponless, the men dissolved into fisticuffs. They punched and wrestled at one another. Panting heavily and their hair damp with sweat.

Peter kicked Miraz in his injured leg and the man went down to his knees. Peter swooped after him, fists raised. "Respite!" Miraz panted, holding up a hand. "Respite".

"Now is not the time to be chivalrous Peter!" Edmund called from the side. In the background, both armies were shouting. Caspian watching with wide fearful dark eyes, gaze darting between his uncle and Peter.

Peter halted, visibly exhausted. He heaved a few breaths, looking down at Miraz bitterly. "Fine", he grunted, stepping away. He began walking back towards Edmund. Miraz took the opportunity to seize up his sword and rush to his feet.

"Look out!" Otto called as Miraz lifted the blade to strike Peter from behind. Peter turned and caught his wrists. He twisted the blade out of Miraz's hands and drove it in deep. Miraz gasped as the steel met flesh, eyes widening. He fell to his knees as Peter stood up.

"What's the matter boy?" Miraz snarled, hands grasping at the wound as he looked up at Peter. Peter raised the sword up, ready to bring it down on Miraz's neck. He hesitated. "Too cowardly to take a life?"

"It's not mine to take", Peter said through gritted teeth. He lowered the sword and turned, hilt held out in offering. Otto turned his eyes to Caspian. The prince's gaze was as dark as storm clouds. Expression sharp with anger. Otto watched as he stepped forwards slowly and took the sword from Peter's grasp. Peter picked up his own sword and retreated to Edmund's side. Everyone watching Caspian and his uncle with bated breath. Around them, the two armies had gone quiet.

Caspian raised the sword, point directed down at Miraz's heart. "Perhaps I was mistaken", Miraz commented, voice calm with defeat as he watched Caspian's face. "Perhaps you do have the makings of a Telmarine king after all".

Otto flinched as Caspian let out a loud cry of anger. The sword point came thrusting downwards. Miraz lowered his head for death but the blow didn't come. The sword stuck a patch of grass at Miraz's knees and stood there wobbling. "Not a king like you", Caspian replied. Miraz looked up at his nephew in surprise. "Keep your life", Caspian said coldly. "But I am giving back the narnian's their kingdom". He rose and looked out over the army facing them. Then he turned and walked away, back to where Otto was waiting. Glenstorm raised his sword in silent salute as all the narnian's cheered. In that moment Otto could see Caspian as no longer a prince, but a king.

Caspian smiled at Otto as he passed. Otto patted him on the back as the prince began heading towards the entrance to the temple. Peter and Edmund both giving him pleases waves and claps on the shoulder. Caspian grinned at them all, seemingly lighter now that his anger at his uncle had been vanquished. Otto was glad for him.

Back on the field the councillor with greying curly hair, the one who Otto remembered ordering for him to be gagged, walked over and helped Miraz to his feet. The king was leaning on him heavily, hissing something just beyond earshot. The councillor whispered something back then Miraz cried out. He stumbled away from his arms and collapsed to the ground. From his back stuck out a arrow with red feathers. One of Susan's.

Otto looked at Miraz the turned to look up at where Susan was stationed on top of the temple. She hadn't fired an arrow at all. It was a set up. "Treachery!" The councillor yelled. "They've murdered our king! They've killed our king!" There were shouts from the telmarine army as they began preparing for battle. The councillor running to rejoin his men.

"Be ready!" Peter called. He lifted his sword up high as high above, Susan and the archers notched arrows. Otto gripped his spear with both hands. Nerves pulling in his gut.

"Long way from fighting in the tube stations", he commented. Edmund let out a dry chuckled next to him as he drew his sword.

"Just don't die", he grinned.

"Wasn't planning on it", Otto smirked as he watched the Telmarines gear up. The catapults burst into motion. Huge spheres of rock hurtling towards them through the sky. They landed around them with ground shaking thuds, earth bursting around them. Otto gritted his teeth as Peter gave the signal. Behind him, Caspian jumped back onto his horse. Glenstorm came galloping up at his side and together they rode into the temple.

"Cavalry charge!" The cry echoes over the field. The telmarines burst into motion, black and steel soldiers on horse back charging towards them. Down below them, echoing from the temple, came Caspian's answering cry.

Otto squeezed the wooden shaft of his spear and yelled.

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