So hard to choose a scene, but this is one of my favorites. It’s a little long, but oh well.
A few short minutes later they reached the town edge of town and could hear shouting and swords clashing in the distance.
“C’mon, I can help you. I’m not just a pretty face,” Yvette entreated.
“With all due respect, this is not a job for you to undertake, and you will have to forgive me when I say, for the hundredth time, you will not fight,” Jackson said a bit annoyed, “Also you can loosen your grip, you know.”
Yvette looked down at her hands. She quickly loosened her arms around him, feeling slightly embarrassed, hoping the subject wouldn’t be brought up again. They made it to the scene of the brawl and Jackson dismounted his horse quickly. Yvette, following him, also dismounting the horse.
“Tie him up,” Jackson said to Yvette as he withdrew his sword and observed the battle that was taking place.
“I can do much more than tie up a horse–”
Jackson interrupted, “I need you to tie him up!” he replied as he blocked a sword that was lunging towards him.
“Hmph!” Yvette said as she stomped off and tied his horse to a nearby tree.
More men from Wysteria came to join the fight, but they were still outnumbered. Swords clashed loudly in the muddled crowd of people who engaged in battle. Blood was shed, but the fight continued. Yvette tied the final knot of the coarse rope.
“Who are they fighting?” she asked one of the wounded soldiers who sat down on a bench near her.
“We believe they are from Crystal Bay,” he flinched as some women cleaned his wound. “There’s a border dispute, but we never thought it would get this out of hand.”
“Looks like you are quite outnumbered…and men are falling fast,” Yvette said.
“That would be an accurate observation,” the man said as his wound was wrapped with cloth.
A sword was flung to the ground in front of them as the soldier previously holding it collapsed.
“Hmm…I have an idea,” she gazed down at the sword. She picked it up and looked at is as if it were a diamond.
“No no no,” the man said quickly, “you can not fight. You’re a lady, and you shouldn’t even be here.”
“Can’t fight, because I’m a lady?” Yvette refuted in a forceful tone, “You just watch me.”
Yvette quickly picked up the sword and used it to tear a few inches off the bottom of her dress, so she wouldn’t trip. Then she ran towards the battle. She immediately had to parry a sword coming towards her head. She then dodged away from another attack and returned with an attack of her own, hitting them over the head with her sword.
“What are you doing!” Jackson said whilst parrying a hit with his sword then tripping the man attacking him.
“Fighting, and you can’t stop me. I don’t need a brave, strong man to protect me. Despite what you may think, I can manage just fine myself,” Yvette said solemnly.
“You better get this woman out of here,” One of the opposing soldiers said to Jackson, “We will do what we have to do, woman or not.”
“Oh, Excuse me!” Yvette exclaimed, hitting her sword into him and making the man stumble back. “See Jackson, I am quite capable of defending myself.”
Yvette was so enveloped in conversation that she didn’t see the man had stood back up and was swinging his sword at her. She barely managed to block his attack with her sword, but she lost her balance and began to fall backward at a rapid speed, her sword flying out of her hands in the process. Jackson turned his head and upon seeing Yvette, quickly dropped his sword. He swooped down and caught her inches before she hit the ground. Their eyes locked for a quick second before Jackson hastily brought her away from the battle. There was a loud scream as one of the attacking men was stabbed by a Wysteria soldier. Both Yvette and Jackson quickly turned their heads back towards the fighting.
“Stay here,” Jackson said in a serious voice.
Yvette watched him run back into battle. She briefly considered ignoring Jackson again, but then thought maybe she should listen this time, so instead of charging back into the battle, she walked over to where several women were tending to an injured Wysteria soldier.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked as she reached them.
“Oh my goodness are you okay?” one of the women asked Yvette.
“What?” Yvette asked confused as she looked down and saw that her arm had begun to bleed. “Oh, a sword must have grazed my arm. I didn’t even notice.”
Yvette sat down on a nearby bench and tore a strip of fabric from the bottom of her dress to wrap around her injured arm. Suddenly she heard someone walking up to her and she looked up and saw Jackson walking towards her. The battle now appeared to be over as the invading men were either dead, unconsciousness, or retreating.
“Yvette are you okay?” he asked concerned when he noticed her bleeding arm.
“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch,” Yvette said trying not to show the immense pain she was beginning to feel.
Jackson took the fabric from her hand. “You know you need to clean it first or it can become infected.”
“Oh…right,” she said with an unsure look on her face.
“Stay here I will get some clean water.”
Yvette remained seated on the bench as Jackson quickly ran off to get a spare water bucket from the infirmary. He came back, set the metal bucket down on the ground, then took a seat beside her.
“This may sting a little,” he said then pulled her arm away from her body and poured the bucket of water over it.
Yvette flinched and bit down on her lip. Jackson gave her a sympathetic look then began wrapping her injured arm tightly with the fabric piece to stop the bleeding. Yvette once again winced in pain as the coarse fabric was wrapped around the cut on her arm, but tried not to show it.
“There that should be okay for now,” Jackson said as he finished wrapping her arm, “We will need to clean it better later. Now you see why I didn’t want you coming,” he said in an annoyed voice.
“Like I have told you before I can take care of myself.”
“Quite capable I see,” Jackson said sarcastically.
“It’s not like I was in any more danger than you. I know how to use a sword just as well as you do.”
“I highly doubt you know how to use a sword that well and any way that doesn’t matter because–”
“Because I’m a woman?” Yvette asked loudly, causing several people around to turn and look at her. Yvette continued anyway, “I’m sick and tired of people telling me I can’t do something because I’m a woman.”
An indecipherable expression came across Jackson’s face as he looked at Yvette intently.
“That’s not what I was going to say,” he said as he stood up and offered her his hand to escort her to his horse.
Yvette ignored his offered hand and stood up on her own with an annoyed look on her face.
“Look can we continue this later when everyone isn’t staring at us,” he said quietly.
Yvette then noticed that many people were indeed watching them. Jackson felt embarrassed about the scene she was making.
“Come on we can take better care of your arm at my house,” he said whilst leading Yvette to his horse.