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Prince Caspian

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Played by Cara

"Cara has managed to...create a character that is both mythical and life-like. Impulsive, moody, and yet kind and good-hearted, Caspian is just beginning to show the makings of a true leader."
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[Trumpkin]

Trumpkin looked incredulously at the proferred sword before taking it, looking more than a little wary.  He was unnerved by the glance that passed between the two boys, and couldn't help but wonder what it meant.  What exactly would they have him do?  He had asked why he should trust them, and this certainly wasn't helping matters.  He wasn't exactly afraid of the boy - well, not that he would let on, anyway - but he didn't think it was a fair fight.  Of course he didn't want to hurt him.  ...but Trumpkin had sustained some disadvantages.  His height, for one thing.  And the fact that he wasn't exactly used to fighting with this sort of weapon.  He was a decent archer.  But this... even if he was truly comfortable with a sword, as he was only moderately so, this was a much larger one than he was accustomed to.

Still, the boy was just a boy, much younger and less experienced than the Dwarf... Unless he really was a king of old, in which case he was one of the most experienced fighters Narnia had ever seen, though looking much younger than he should have.  Trumpkin supposed that was the point.  He only hoped he could stay alive long enough to find out.  A truly great warrior wouldn't think him worth killing, according to a sense of honor and all that, but Trumpkin didn't find that exactly comforting, since he didn't believe that this boy could possibly be the great warrior he said he was.  Well, he supposed he was going to have to find out eventually.  He lunged forward, rather awkwardly with the large sword.  But his opponent was light on his feet.  With a grunt, Trumpkin swung again, clumsily.  Once again, to no avail.  But he continued - at this point it was knock or be knocked out.

((ooc: wasn't sure if I was supposed to post here or not, with all the moving going on.  Ed can be up next if it's okay with you, Misha))