The king had a moment of thought before telling them to go to the stables, again. Malcolm nodded and gestured for the canidate to follow him. Once they were a little bit away from the group he looked at the canidate. "You seem more nervous than the others," he says to the canidate, "are you always this nervous or is it just because of how difficult this challenge is?" He made sure to keep pace with the canidate, not going faster or slower than them, and had a friendly smile on his face as he talked.

[Camron kept focus on the challenge around him before looking to the prince.

"just knowing your next for something" he hesitated for a moment, "not to mention so far in this challenge two out of three candidates have lost, odds are not the best." Camron carried on next to the prince. He stayed focused of the area around him, especially bushes and trees where someone could easily hide.

Camron crossed his arms mildly nervous, he knew someone would jump out but he didn't know where and when. The idea of just knowing it for certain with no knowledge worried him slightly.]

He nodded, understanding what the canidate was saying. "May I ask what your name is," Mal says in his kind tone again, "if you don't mind me asking anyway." He studied the canidates details as they walked. The canidate had fluffy blond hair and blue eyes, which made him rather handsome. He shook his head slightly to stop himself from staring, his grey hair shaking some as he did this. -Stay focused- he told himself in his head, -you don't know if he will pass yet. You can't just assume that he will.-

[Camron's eyes dart around for a minute before he looked back at the prince looking him up and down for a moment.

"Camron Barlow" his tone kept calm as he looked around once more. "You?" He kept walking staying focused on the challenge but still tried not to ignore the prince. He watched as a bush rustled a bit. He tended watching it before a squirrel ran out. He lightly held his head down keeping his hearing and other senses alert for the attackers.]

"Prince Malcolm Norris," he replies, "pleasure to meet you Camron." He continues to keep pace with Camron and as they turn a corner the stables come into view. -Anytime now- he thinks, remembering that the attackers had shown up around this point the last time he had gone this way. Just as he finished thinking this the attackers jump out from the shrubbery nearby as well as a few other slightly hidden places. Malcolm takes a slight stand back to give Camron room to do his job as well as to see how well he did it.

[Camron quickly hit one of the attackers in the back of the knee before whipping around blocking an attack from another. He grabbed the wrist of the one who attacked him and hit them in the back head before grabbing their wrist, pulling them to the ground.

Camron backed up before hitting one of the attackers running at him in the ankle, causing them to fall quickly. He gasped a few times catching his breath as the attackers caught theirs.]

He watched as Camron fought against the attackers and was impressed. He didn't seem to have that much muscle on him, but he was still very quick and skilled. While he watched Camron fight he began to compare his skills to the other canidate's skills. -He might actually have a chance- he thought as he saw Camron catch his breath.

(Sorry that it's short)

[Camron quickly blocked as one of the attackers came at him. He hit the attacker in the side before kicking them back, to the ground. Camron blocked then hit another attacker. He was hit in the side before being able to kick another attacker away. Several of them lay on the floor as one still went at Camron. He hit them in the side of the rib cage. They stepped back, holding their side.

Camron stood, breathing fairly hard.]

Malcolm watched as the fighting continued and kept taking mental notes. Camron did seem to have more agility than the other canidate and more stamina. The lead attacker held up a hand after a while and the other attackers stopped once they saw it. Once the leader had caught his breath he chuckled some and nodded at Camron, "Congratulations, you have passed. And with flying colors I would say." The attackers looked at Malcolm and he gave them the que to leave. He smiled some at Camron now, "Shall we return to the group then? We have to decide who has won between you and the other canidate."

[Camron gave a light nod still catching his breath. His side was in a partial pain from being hit there. Camron crossed his arms again before putting his head down to try to catch his thoughts. The fight had taken a bit from him, but he still powered through.

Camron glanced at Malcom for a moment before continuing to hold his head down. He didn't know if he was meant to say something or just keep quiet. The silence surrounding them felt uneasy.]