[Training Grounds] Feeling A Little Violent (Open to All)

[Derailey]

Season of Spring, Day 60, 512 A.V. Derailey could see what the Djed storms had done to the Endrykas people. Everyone was having to flee to the safety of the Riverfall border. The Drykas were a strong people who should never have to run...from anything, this was something Derailey had been taught all her life, and seeing what was happening now, she could never have been prepared for it. What happened to the bravery? What happened to everything she knew her people to be? Were they really this weak? Were they nothing but common human pities now rolling in their own self worry, fear of danger they couldn't easily fight off? Seeing this...Derailey couldn't help but feel a little violent. She knew everyone was recovering, but where was the warrior spirit that lay within all of them? She couldn't feel it anymore. She couldn't see the air around them eminate their wild souls. Moving off of the tree she had been leaning on, she stepped forward, appraoching the men and women she had been watching scuttle around like little hopeless children. She grabbed a wooden stake off of the rack to her right, next to all of the weapons and armor used for training. This was all she needed though, and there were no second thoughts as she approached the center of the field. No one even noticed her. They were too concentrated on their worries. Derailey couldn't have that. There was a time for everything, worry, greeving, happiness, and then there was a time for battle. Which was now. The world that they had been forced to enter, brought upon them by a storm and a god. And if the god shall have it, Derailey will meet his challenge. She will not let her people's spirits fall under his control. That's what he wanted. He wanted them to fear and worry and feel weak. Derailey would never give Ivak that satisfaction. She was now at the center of the clearing, one or two eyes strayed to her, but only for short moments. She stood there, turning her head to gaze upon these people with a dissapointed, angry, and determined expression. Gripping her stake tighter, she took a breath. If they were not willing, maybe they needed a little encouragement. She swung her staff as hard as she could, hitting the metal shield next to her, creating a painfully loud bang. Silence overcame her surroundings, and all attention was on her. Good. Now, to make some progress. She met as many eyes as she could. "What's wrong with you people?" She said, loud enough for them to hear. "Why do you look so defeated!?" Her rigid body language portrayed her anger with them. "What's wrong with you people? Where is the will that I have seen for so many years? Why do you all look as if you are dead?" It was quiet and still, she could tell they were hearing her, but did they understand? Some started to go back to what they were doing, but she wasn't going to have that. "Look at me!" She marched forward, charging the people up, pulling at the shirts and pushing roughly at their soldiers. They all still gave her the same blank stares. She stepped back, disbelieving of their reactionless states. She shook her head, "I'm ashamed. We are not warriors," she turned her head glaring at the ground. Their had to be something she could do to fire them up. She couldn't stand another day of seeing their great city so dead. She looked back into their eyes, "You are all cowards. What happened to the men and women that demanded the respect of others? Where is the power, the will that you have to live? Look at yourselves..." she paused, seeing the people look to eachother, "You make me sick. Is there no one who will step up to my challenge? She gritted her teeth. Was she really about to have to become the bad guy, just to get a reaction. She vaguely heard a woman's worry filled voice in the background, pleading quietly for the gods to help her. Liquid anger, burning hot, fire...everything went white. "Help yourselves!" She leaned forward and struck a man with her fist as hard as she could, knocking him to the ground. She looked up at her, blood trickling down his skin. Adrenaline entered her bloodstream. "Yeah...how does that make you feel. You angry?" She stepped forward, shoving another man, and then a woman to her right, others began to step back. "Fight me," She met all eyes again, "I want to see someone step up now. If I don't I'll fight every last one of you. If this is the only way to knock some sense back into you people, so be it. If you will not come to me, I will bring it to you. I will show you, what it means to be a Drykas!" This is what it had come to.

[Leotis]

Zoonnith sat atop Galous watching the young girl yell at the other people, what is she doing he thought to himself, but after seeing her strike a man with a stick he had seen enough. With a small tug on his yvas Galous began to walk towards the girl. “Stop!” Zoonnith yelled as he climbed down from atop his strider, “You speak of being ashamed?” He looked around and realized everyone was watching, at this moment his stomach knotted and his heart raced. He never had this many people listening to him. Glanced back at the girl then realized she was rather attractive, this made his mouth dry and his brain go blank. Why was he doing this for a man he didn’t know? But he couldn’t stop now; walking away would be even more embarrassing, besides it was the right thing to do.

“I uh..” Zoonnith cleared his throught “I do not know what you wish for these actions to accomplish, but you should be ashamed” he bent down and helped the man to his feet “you should be ashamed in yourself, these people are not warriors. They are merchants and cooks, carpenters and farmers” he looked around at the crowd still staring at him and the young woman. “This man is a healer. Even I am not a warrior, I am a hunter. I see no point to any of this, even if there is you have went too far, and if someone needs to stand to you for this to stop... then so be it” he spread his arms out wide, showing his windmarks “strike me, but I will not fight you!”

[Derailey]

Derailey's eyes shot venomously toward the owner of the sudden voice, before giving him a long hard glare. He was questioning her actions, her motives. Good. That's what she wanted, though, unfortunately, she had to get her reactions this way. He came on horse back, but dismounted as soon as he came close enough. Still seething, she couldn't help but feel accomplished she had now found one person still willing to speak out. But there was still so much more she needed to see before she would be satisfied. Not wavering her stare, she watched him to see what he would do next. He had stepped out, but grew a hesitant look, as if seeming to realize everyone was watching him due to his sudden outburst. He seemed to meet the eyes of the people around him, unnerving him more, before his gaze met her own, which made him open and close his mouth a few times, unsure of himself. Derailey grit her teeth, 'come on,' she thought to herself, the anticipation killing her. He stammered with his words, but quickly overcame this and got out what he had been meaning to say. He was telling her things she was already all too aware of. In any other situation, she would be standing where he was, but she couldn't take it anymore. He didn't understand, but hopefully by the end of this, he would. They weren't warriors. Derailey knew that. That is why she wore no armor, and struck not with a weapon. Good, he doesn't like what she is doing, it means it was working. She watched him spread his arms wide, revealing his windmarks, and they were impressive, but that was the least of Derailey's concerns. He had stepped forward, and was supposed to be an example. She sighed, kicking the dirt at her feet, and looking off, not happy with the outcome. She pressed her tongue to the side of her mouth, before gritting her teeth again. "Listen to me, boy." She looked back to him, capturing his eyes with her own. "I know what my actions should make me feel...but thats not was matters now." She looked around at the people again, all looking at her as if she was crazy. "It's making them feel," she gestured towards the crowd with her head. She lowered her staff, using it to lean on as she continued her staredown, "Give me a name, and then we will begin." She looked him up and down, "You've thrown your words. Do not fear your fists. I will not strike you with my staff."

[Leotis]

Zoonnith watched as the young women spoke and seemed to relax a little; it was as if his reaction was exactly what she was hoping for. The crowd was still watching them but as he and the young woman sized each other up that all faded away, only him and her existed, no one else seemed to matter. ‘Boy?’ he thought to himself, this girl was no more than 18 or 19 years of age, perhaps younger, but he brushed it off.

“I could tell you were angry, but now you look disappointed... Am I not who you were expecting?” he staired into her eyes not even blinking. This young woman had lit a fire inside him he had never felt before. “You say you know of your actions, and you speak of warriors? I would guess you are from the diamond clan then?” truly it was no guess, her stance gave it away, even in this seemingly relaxed state she looked as if ready to strike.

“My name is Zoonnith Moonburn of the emerald clan; most people just call me Zoony and I do not fear my fists, I just will not fight without due cause.” He looked around at the crowd still watching, “perhaps we may take a walk and speak about what has caused this rage within you? All these eyes make me nervous... but first what is your name?”

[Derailey]

Derailey watched as several more emotions flitted across the man's face, from her words and his own, which was more than she could say for the people around them, but at least it was something. He seemed to scan her over for a moment, before continuing to speak himself. She smirked a bit at the question, lowering her head to hide a bit of the amusement, but she could not lie. "I wouldn't say I didn't expect you...I just hoped for a more...active approach." Regaining her earlier composure, she lifted her head, still leaning on the staff, and brushed her bangs behind her ear. This made her look slightly feminine, but she hoped he would not lower his guard for an appearance. His words changed tone then. She sensed a bit of skepticism laced within his words. You speak of warriors...he said this as if she knew nothing about them. She had to stop herself from twitching. He then announced to her her clan, once more sizing her up. A good warrior always studied the opponent closely before making the first move. She respected that from him. The emeraled clan? He was a hunter then. He could fight, or at least she hoped could. The emerald were well known for their skill in the attack and the demise of their prey. Nice clean kills. He does not fear his fists, but will not attack without due cause. Within her mind she considered taking her staff to his face and asking him 'how is this for due cause'...but did not act on it. She had some sense of civility within her. He wants to take a walk? He wants to speak? Where did the rage come from? If Derailey knew that then, they wouldn't be standing where they were. She had come here for a reason, he would not stop her. He was nervous? The only way to break a fear is to face it. So maybe it was time to attract a little more eyes. It was decided. And then came time for a name. She stepped closer to him, "Derailey," her foot swiftly went forward, locking behind his knee and pulled him forward, forcefully buckling his knees, and as he came down she used her palm to throw him face first toward the ground, before taking a few steps forward, before turning around to see the result. "I do hope we can be friends after this."

[Leotis]

His words either had little effect on the young women or she was very good at hiding her emotions. As they spoke it seemed evident that she was more interested in fighting then he originally thought, she wished for a more active approach? No matter though unless she was to strike him there would be no conflict today. As she brushed her bangs from her face Zoonnith readied himself, too many other people this would lower there guard but growing up in Endrykas around female hunters he knew this was not a good sign. Most female hunters did this to get the hair out of there face so they could focus on their targets better, and he assumed the warriors did the same.

As Zoonnith spoke the girl looked as if she was lost in contemplation, he assumed over whether to hit him or not, but after a moment she seemed to relax a little more once again seeming to be lost in contemplation. Zoonnith dropped his guard a little waiting to see her reaction to his words, she seemed a lot calmer then just moments ago. "Derailey," she announced and with one swift movement Zoonnith felt his knee buckle, next thing he knew he was face first on the ground. "I do hope we can be friends after this." She said from somewhere behind him.

Friends... she just attacked him and speaks of being friends... it takes courage to attack someone nearly twice your size and then instead of following up she offers friendship? “We will see about being friends after this is over...” Zoonnith said as he lifted himself onto his knees, putting one foot forward he pushed of the grounds and charged at Derailey grabbing her around the waist and tackling her to the ground. Quickly climbing to his feet he stepped away from where she was laying and got ready, “there now we are both one for one, get up so we may fight...”