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Lena had thought a lot about being a knight. She'd written about three novels in her head about stepping up sidesaddle on a unicorn steed, and throwing magical, glowing spoon-javelins at armies and armies of jellyfish monsters.

Had she actually powered up again? No, not at first. Dreaming all those daydreams took up a lot of time!

She'd do it for her cousin, though. She'd do it for Lisse, even if she had to spend her whole trip over to the park saying his magic name to herself over and over so she didn't mess it up once she was there.

Only, then he was talking about fighting instead of even saying hello.

She curled her hands loosely into balls, thumbs tucked inside her fingers, and she frowned. "This doesn't feel very knightly," she said. "I know knights are heroes and stand up against evil, but they don't brawl."

She loked over at him. "What happened to your eye?"

"Jason is weird," she countered, and visibly balked at the idea of a training schedule. Anyone who thought she did anything at all on any kind of schedule was wrong.

Lisse might have had a point about having to start somewhere, before getting to the more dignified, heroic, and glowing weapons. That was how it was in DnD, although you didn't usually start with your bare hands unless you were a monk.

She wasn't a monk.

She got the feeling she was going to keep getting nagged until she did something, though, so she shrugged and weakly threw a bad punch.

The blood fiend. She remembered that.

It had been terrorizing a local village, and when they'd tracked it down to a cave, it had almost killed their healer! He'd been on his last death saving throw. The mini had been beautiful, but Lena hated that thing!

She'd had no problems frying it with magic.

She didn't have magic now, though. Maybe she had some, but it wasn't a spell she could swing. Just-

A spoon. She looked down at it. It was silver, and shiny. It shone like a blade, she decided, gleaming on the eve of battle.

She wasn't a monk, but maybe she could pull off paladin.

"Leave us, fiend!" she said in a British accent, and although she only had her tiny spoon-sword, her hit with it had a little more oomph.

"I'm not going to use it as knuckles," said Almere, looking a little bit dejected that he'd even suggest that. "It's a sword."

Knights had swords. She wasn't sure how long it was going to take him to realize this. He'd said he liked the technique, though, so maybe he was getting there.

"Are you going to try to hit me or something, or can we eat those snacks now?"

Obviously, she'd already proven that she could fight.

Maybe she could accept the backup plans if he could accept that the sword was the best plan.

"It's nice seeing you like this, too," she told him, letting her form drop when he did and wasting no time in going for the chocolate milk. "Not just because it makes you look like a prince, although the costumes are probably the best part."

Hers was already better than any clothes that she could have possibly imagined. She didn't know how it could get any better when she got stronger.

"But I already seeing it making you more heroic." He was going after Chaos people. He was saving her from monsters, and then trying to make sure that she would be okay if she ran into any other ones.

"You'll be a good hero, Luke."