"Right, left, parry!" The instructor called out the shots out from the side of the room, while Derrick and Luke were circled each other in the center. This was their last fight together. They had been training together since they were kids. They were both orfians sent to the school when they were toddlers to be trained as bodyguards. Luke smiled as they circled.

"I hope that you won't let be beat you as easily as yesterday." Derrick smiled back.

"What are you talking about? I beat you to a pulp yesterday!"

"Derrick! Luke!" Their instructor barked. "Consintriat on the fight!"

"Yes Sir!" They both yelled back. They continued to circle each other, their eyes locked, waiting for the other to make the first move. Derrick faked a lunge to the right. Luke moved to block it as Derrick swung by his left and clipped Luke's shoulder with the flat of his blade. Luke spun fast and hit Derricks back. The battle continued in a blur while the onlookers watched holding their breath. Finally the two boys stopped fighting and the dust settled. Luke was lieing on his back with Derricks blade at his throat. Derrick faked a thick German accent.

"Ack! You's be a dead'n now!" Both boys fell about laughing. Their instructor walked over.

"Good form Derrick, but did you have to get Luke armor that dirty?" He smiled fondly at the two boys. "Luke go change." Luke winked at Derrick and ran into the changing room. "Derrick, I have your job assignment. I'm very proud of you. I'm sure you'll do well." Derrick smiled nervously.

"Thank you Sir, but, um, Sir? May I ask what my assignment is?"

"Yes you may, You shall be the bodyguard of Princess Elizabeth." Derricks mouth fell open.

"The princess!? Your kidding me!"

"Derrick, I never kid." The old man smiled. "I know you'll do well."