[Antonius training grounds ]For Drinks!! (Fallon)

by **Kreig Messer** on September 18th, 2013, 6:31 pm

'She's losing her nerve' Kreig thought, and quite honestly he found himself more guilty about it..... Honestly as much as he enjoyed the fight, if his opponent who also happened to be his friend lost the will than it simply saps the fun out of it 'What was the point in suggesting the bet then?' It was supposed to be a goal, a small one, but something to strive forward too for the moment. THey'd both knew what the ultimate goal was, to reach the necessary skill set.... but it was quite boring and tedious no matter how hard they strive for it 'I really thought this would help us both' He had enjoyed the fight, he really had, but he'd never intend it to sap Fallon of her will

In the brief moment, he knew she wouldn't enjoy it.... he just wanted her to spar with her all and he thought a simple bet over a drink would solve. With his own will to fight now gone, he began to loosen his own defences as he saw hers... a plan formulating in mind, internally he sighed because he was worried....would she notice his plan. On the outside he still let his face look like that savage grin, it was now more false than true but the glint in his eyes still held a certain purpose if not the blood thirsty. He was honestly worried she would notice, the lax in his defense could be easily explained as a novice letting down his gaurd... or simply his bloodlust clouding and making him forget his inexperience with the sword and shield 'I certainly hope its the latter'

He charged forward towards fallon, sword raised and ready to be swung down wildly and his shield spread.... if she wasn't too depressed, she'd use that oppening and claim victory, but if she was she would only half heartedly block the attack and Kreig would quickly have to push her away to try again 'but its possible she'd just stop and declare surrender' He hoped she wouldn't, he wanted to help her feel more confident now that he seemed to have sapped her of it, and quite frankly he has enough guilt already 'Whats a meazily drink or two compared to helping a friend' He hoped he was helping that is....

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by **Fallon** on September 20th, 2013, 5:15 pm

She did not take the bait, if it could even be called that. He gave a charge, opening himself for an attack whilst his own blade came racing towards her. But she did not attack, nor did she really defend. Wood struck against wood, the distinct sound of cracking sending her flat onto her back in a heap. There was a clatter, followed by a tumble as she picked up the dirt in her role. She was certain her shield had cracked against her jaw in the rebounding. She gave a wince, eyes looking back at Kreig for a tick.

Fallon had had enough. Getting beaten up was pointless, nothing but pain would be obtained by it. As far as she was concern she would be better off going elsewhere then receive further beatings. That and maybe she would also escape his stupid bet. She gave a frown and rubbed at her jaw. Petch it hurt.

Gently Fallon made herself clamber to her feet, brushing off the dust that had accumulated on her. She gave herself a shake, feeling the muscles complain in her legs and arms as finally she stood straight. She had finally had enough. Resting the sword across her shoulders she turned her attention to wriggling the shield off her arm and thus freeing it. Her back however remained facing Kreig, even as she continued to sort herself. Once down however, she gave him one last look with her intentions made clear.

“This is stupid,” she shook her head and turned away. She gave a sigh, “You can keep your stupid bet to yourself. I’m gonna go train alone.”

And with that, Fallon walked away.