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[wandbreaker]

I want it, and I don't know why I can't-

Just because you're older doesn't mean that-

I want to talk to you, Peter.

We need to talk about who your crown should belong to. I want both that, and Rhindon. And I think that just because you're the oldest, it doesn't make you the logical choice.

Don't bring the girls or Caspian, into this. This is between you and me.

I already have my sword. But I want another.

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[wandbreaker]

Good.

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Peter makes no attempt to disguise his approach. Edmund knows he is on his way and there is only so much time that it takes to make it from one room of any of the houses to the lawn below. Confining his brother to a room or set of rooms may seem over simplified but he prefers this tactic to letting Edmund run amuck through the City's entirety.

"You're quite sure about this?" he inquires, already knowing the answer, familiar with the mechanics of a curse and how it blindsides the affected to their usual sensibilities.

[wandbreaker]

Edmund is waiting, and he has no reason to hide. He knew that no matter what, Peter would show up to either defend himself or his belongings. Edmund would have done the same.

Granted, he doesn't realize he's cursed, either.

"Of course I'm sure," Edmund replies breezily, his own sword ready for a fight. He'll keep his, naturally. He won't give up either his own sword or his own crown. This isn't a tradeoff. Edmund wants everything, he has never wanted everything quite so badly before.

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It is nowhere in Peter's intentions to make the first strike, but he feels rather certain that Edmund will based on his disposition thus far. Rhindon is an old friend, his oldest remaining one in fact apart from his siblings and the great lion himself. The loyalty of a hilt that seems to complement the natural curl of calloused fingers is not lost on him for a second; the advantage it gives him is invaluable.

"You said you would take what you want."

So go ahead.

Despite his instructions to Rosella to the tune of not provoking his brother, Peter veils nothing about his tone. The point of his suggestion to Rosella was largely preventative.

[wandbreaker]

And he does take the first strike. The advantages of fighting with Peter are the same as the problems - they know each other so well, they recognize each other, they've sparred so often, that there isn't often movements that they cannot predict.

But today Peter has the advantage because Edmund is cursed, so deeply cursed that his eyes stay focused on Rhindon, and not on his brother's chest, his brother's arms, to see where the next blow is coming from.

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The cliche of being able to fight a person blindfolded or with one arm behind his back may in fact actually apply in this instance, though it's not something Peter is eager to test against an Edmund with no evident code of honor in employment. As it is, watching the initial advance he gets the feeling that curse itself has muddled the other king of old so thoroughly that the aforementioned cliche wouldn't do here after all. His focus is all wrong, and that's a red flag if ever there was one with the Just.

He crosses the blades only to slide Rhindon down with angled force, locking against the other sword in an effort to draw them closer together, bringing his foot behind Edmund in the same breath. It's a basic matter of making him lose his footing and then keeping him down...and then getting him up to the house.

Very nearly Peter utters a sound of exasperation right then and there but refrains. One thing at a time.

[wandbreaker]

Edmund is a better fighter than this. It's not easy to get him to do something so basic as pushing against Peter, because Peter is bigger than he is and weighs more, and so in close combat he's a much tougher opponent than if Edmund had kept his distance.

But it's Rhindon.

It's not only that Edmund wants Peter's sword - he wants to be close to it, he wants to be as close as possible. He doesn't fight the lock, then, only pushes closer and closer, his eyes drawn irresistibly to the lion's head on Rhindon's hilt. Edmund can see taking Lucy's dagger, too, and making the two weapons a matched set. They ought to be, anyway.

He doesn't even notice Peter's foot. He doesn't even notice Peter's gaze.

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The point here is to disable the Just long enough to get him without quarrel or less quarrel into his quarters and lock him there. Peter doesn't go long on care here; a few bruises, some discomfort are inevitable when bringing someone else to the ground, especially when anticipating that other person fighting back, which he does.

Edmund isn't in his right mind, but there's nothing they can do to change that. All they can to is attempt to control the consequences of it, and confining his brother is the only thing that occurs to him, even as he tries now to think of anything else they could do.