Training, his ass. More like hazing. Alistair shows no signs of letting up as he charges after him, and Anders finds himself halfway to regretting baiting him until Ferelden's newly appointed king steps right into his counter-attack and staggers, flailing.

Before he knows it, he's laughing. "I'll remember this day as long as I live!" Alistair looks ridiculous.

Calling up his magic, he coats the ground between the in a light glossing of slick ice. One wrong step on Alistair's part and Anders will have officially felled a king. Does that come with some kind of prize, or just a life-sentence for attempted assassination?