"I don't have time for this," you mutter. You duck and bring your arm up in between his legs, hard. So much for being worried.
James falls to the ground.
"You forget, I've been getting into fights ever since I was five. For that same reason. So I've had a long time to practice. Now if you don't mind-" you pick up James and carry him over to your fence, there you drop him behind it "-I have chores to do." The boys help James up. You can't help but smile.
You can't help but call to them as they walk away, "Oh James, if you want to fight on YOUR terms don't start the fight at MY house!" James shoots you a glare the drips with venom, though it has no affect on you. You smile cheerfully at him and wave.
"You shouldn't start a fight with me in the woods either...or the village, or the market...or the squires training area," you mutter as you walk to the garden.
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