Post by Seek on Jan 1, 2015 21:05:01 GMT 10
Title: Training Exercise
Rating: G
For: kati
Prompt: 2. Anything with Raoul, because... he's Raoul.
Summary: Raoul attempts to train his squire in tactics.
Notes: Hope you enjoy it! Happy Wishing Tree!
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“Well, Squire,” Raoul said, turning to Kel. “How would you take this fort?”
Kel studied the fort, and the grounds. “Well,” she said, hedging, “We’ve built it on a hill, so I’d say it’s a good defensive position.” She tugged her fleece-lined jacket tighter about her. It was cold, Kel thought, even if a good squire wasn’t supposed to complain about it. “We have sufficient ammunition…well, I’d try to lure out the defenders, for one.”
Raoul raised an eyebrow.
“We have seven squads,” Kel pointed out. “That’s a position of numerical superiority. Any attempt to take us head-on by the attackers would be suicidal.”
“Thank you for that illuminating display of common sense,” Raoul said, grinning like a rascal. “So, what would you do then, Squire mine?”
“As I said,” Kel said, “Lure out the defenders. Send a squad to make some noise, some show of attacking some other important strategic position, and then have one squad lead them on a merry chase and then attack the under-defended fort with the other two squads.”
Raoul made an act of studying the land around them. “Good answer,” he said, finally, “But there’s nothing we need to defend, except this fort. So there’s nothing that would draw us out, is there?”
“What about taking the Queen’s Riders hostage?” Kel grinned.
Raoul elbowed her. “No nefarious plans,” he said, loftily. “And Buri’d be very grouchy at your dragging her into what is strictly a King’s Own training exercise—”
“In the early morning, in deep snow,” groused Flyn.
“No breakfast, no hot meals,” added Lerant.
“And general misery,” said Sergeant Balim.
Raoul glared at his men. “Traitors, all of you. Join Masbolle’s attackers, why don’t you?”
“I like it here,” opined Sergeant Aiden. He grinned at the expressions on everyone else’s face. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to be in Dom’s, Osbern’s or Volorin’s squads right now. Trudging through the snow, trying to find a way to attack this? I like staying put where I am, nice and toasty.”
The above-mentioned squads were, in fact, trudging through the snow towards them, at this very moment. Dom was grinning. “My lord!” he cried out. “You are advised to surrender this snow fort immediately, or we will attack in earnest and without mercy!”
“Uncivilised lout,” Raoul shot back, “We have four more squads than you do! What do you plan to do about that?”
“There’s another way I would attack this fort,” Kel said, then, unexpectedly, and she shoved handfuls of snow down the astonished Lord Commander’s shirt. “Apologies, my lord.”
“Squire!” Raoul spluttered, just as Lerant shouted, “Treachery!”
“Your lord has fallen!” Dom cried out, gleefully, and his men sent waves of snowballs flying over the walls of the fort. “Surrender, or meet the same fate!”
Surrounded by the men of the King’s Own, all of them armed with snowballs, Kel grinned unrepentantly. “Treachery,” she said, addressing her groaning knight-master. “That’s how I would take down this fort.”
“Insolent squire,” Raoul muttered, “And all of you! Traitors!” just as Flyn and Balim both hauled him to his feet and stuffed more snow down his shirt, grinning.
Rating: G
For: kati
Prompt: 2. Anything with Raoul, because... he's Raoul.
Summary: Raoul attempts to train his squire in tactics.
Notes: Hope you enjoy it! Happy Wishing Tree!
-
“Well, Squire,” Raoul said, turning to Kel. “How would you take this fort?”
Kel studied the fort, and the grounds. “Well,” she said, hedging, “We’ve built it on a hill, so I’d say it’s a good defensive position.” She tugged her fleece-lined jacket tighter about her. It was cold, Kel thought, even if a good squire wasn’t supposed to complain about it. “We have sufficient ammunition…well, I’d try to lure out the defenders, for one.”
Raoul raised an eyebrow.
“We have seven squads,” Kel pointed out. “That’s a position of numerical superiority. Any attempt to take us head-on by the attackers would be suicidal.”
“Thank you for that illuminating display of common sense,” Raoul said, grinning like a rascal. “So, what would you do then, Squire mine?”
“As I said,” Kel said, “Lure out the defenders. Send a squad to make some noise, some show of attacking some other important strategic position, and then have one squad lead them on a merry chase and then attack the under-defended fort with the other two squads.”
Raoul made an act of studying the land around them. “Good answer,” he said, finally, “But there’s nothing we need to defend, except this fort. So there’s nothing that would draw us out, is there?”
“What about taking the Queen’s Riders hostage?” Kel grinned.
Raoul elbowed her. “No nefarious plans,” he said, loftily. “And Buri’d be very grouchy at your dragging her into what is strictly a King’s Own training exercise—”
“In the early morning, in deep snow,” groused Flyn.
“No breakfast, no hot meals,” added Lerant.
“And general misery,” said Sergeant Balim.
Raoul glared at his men. “Traitors, all of you. Join Masbolle’s attackers, why don’t you?”
“I like it here,” opined Sergeant Aiden. He grinned at the expressions on everyone else’s face. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to be in Dom’s, Osbern’s or Volorin’s squads right now. Trudging through the snow, trying to find a way to attack this? I like staying put where I am, nice and toasty.”
The above-mentioned squads were, in fact, trudging through the snow towards them, at this very moment. Dom was grinning. “My lord!” he cried out. “You are advised to surrender this snow fort immediately, or we will attack in earnest and without mercy!”
“Uncivilised lout,” Raoul shot back, “We have four more squads than you do! What do you plan to do about that?”
“There’s another way I would attack this fort,” Kel said, then, unexpectedly, and she shoved handfuls of snow down the astonished Lord Commander’s shirt. “Apologies, my lord.”
“Squire!” Raoul spluttered, just as Lerant shouted, “Treachery!”
“Your lord has fallen!” Dom cried out, gleefully, and his men sent waves of snowballs flying over the walls of the fort. “Surrender, or meet the same fate!”
Surrounded by the men of the King’s Own, all of them armed with snowballs, Kel grinned unrepentantly. “Treachery,” she said, addressing her groaning knight-master. “That’s how I would take down this fort.”
“Insolent squire,” Raoul muttered, “And all of you! Traitors!” just as Flyn and Balim both hauled him to his feet and stuffed more snow down his shirt, grinning.