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[Millicent]

Speech | 2oth of Winter 513

“This ain't no place for flower picking girl!” She must have been an odd sight for the Fighter's Pit. Compared to the mountain of fat and muscle yelling at her, she was a wisp. Crackling echoed from the mountain as it grew a deep red. The crackles echoed with spit, but she could not tell if they where originally from amusement or anger. Rumbling steps carried him forward to tower over the girl. Muscles form a life time of heavy labor held firm under layers the rippling of fat.

The faint smell of alcohol and the heavy stench of sweat rolled of the mountain. Judging form how his face shifted into a angry snarl, the wrinkling of her nose did not go unnoticed. The crack of knuckles drew her eyes to his fists. Her mouth grew dry. “WHY You Prissy Bitch.” His voice thundered across the open pit drawing eyes to him. Choking down a breath, Millicent found herself raising from the ground. Her tip toes stretching down toward the floor.

The fabric in her shirt groaned and stretched. Falling back from the mountain, the girl leaned heavily against the brick wall. Her breathing panted in rhythm with the deep breaths of the man. Vaguely, she felt wood slipping down her arm. Her breath caught in her chest as her fingers slipped on the handle. Her whole body flinched as the basket hit the ground. Her breath escaped her lungs as it tipped to the side, then fell right side up.

“Well I guess this will serve as an apology....now head home before you get hurt.” The rumbling of the mountain drew her attention back to him. Five pin pricks of pain passed through the girl's hand. If her eyes where a sword, it would have severed the grubby sausages they reached for her basket. It would have then drawn a bloody line up from the mountain's hands to his still red face.

“No” Where the only words that managed to slip through Millicent's tightly drawn lips. The mountain rose rumbled again with spiteful crackles. The girl was betrayed by her trembling legs and shaking fists. Her eyes darted to the precious basket, and her foot slipped in front of it. While the mountain continued to crackle, she shifted, pushing the basket beyond the reach of the grasping sausages

With a crash like thunder, the mountain's other fist swung hit the wall beside Millicent's head like boulder. “Alright have it your way. We'll Fight Over It!” The challenge issued forth from dept of the mountain. His rumbling steps carried him away from the girl. Each step caused an earthquake to shake through the girls legs. Her eyes closed tight as she fought back against the shaking.

A crash of metal, and pain flared through her foot. A large sword pinned down her foot. Reaching down, she tilted it up. The massive blade rose up to about her stomach and hilt stood slightly above her head. Propping it against the wall, She noticed he was using a smaller blade. Her lips moved as if in a taunt, but stopped before any thing could be said. Air could barely escape her throat much less words. Her eyes drifted over the blade and back to the man. Metal hissed against metal, as he drew his sword.

The first step was the hardest. It felt as if the muscles in her legs where fighting against each movement. The second was easier, and the third flowed with steady determination. Her head rose slowly to look up at the mountain. “Yeah forgot your sword...did you come to apologize?” The mountain rumbled and howled with laughter. A laughter that was cut short as a knee found his most tender spot. With a earth-slide, the man fell backwards, his sausage fingers groping himself.

Millicent stared down at him. Her eyes went to her knee and then to him. Why didn't you dodge? she felt the words slipping from her tongue before she thought about it. She turned her head sideways. Her eyes searched for something she was missing. Turning, she walked slowly back to her basket. A force pushed her forward, causing her to slump against a wall. A searing pain ripped through her shoulder then back. Panting, she fought to catch her breath. The world grew dark for a second, before the pain faded slightly.

“Damn Whore!” The words echoed with malice through the courtyard. The girl pushed herself off the wall before turning to face the man. The mountain stood behind her, his sword twisting so the blade was parallel to the floor.. Anger showed in his eyes, but also reason. “Get the petch out of here, before I kill you.” His words crackled with threat.

[Kreig Messer]

“Oy shyke head…” Came the monotone voice as its owner stood behind the mountainous man, its owner’s fists clenched so tightly that any tighter and it would have bled. The mountain turned, wondering who the petch had the gall to insult him, only for a fist to strike him squarely in the face. The man stumbled back, shock overriding his body briefly as blood began to drip from his crushed nose and the corner of his mouth.


“ PETCH…PETCH YOU BASTARD” Said the man as his hand suddenly darted to cover his face and he looked at the man before him. Suddenly he froze, he felt his throat tighten up as he saw the individual before him. He didn’t know the man, the mountain wasn’t from Syliras but rather from somewhere else. He was a mercenary from Sunberth and he was merely here temporarily till the season had passed. He thought that most of the people here were children, asswipes that lived a life of comfort and thus would have been easy prey if it weren’t for these damned knights. The man before him, however, was far from pray… the look of anger on his face told the giant that. There was a predatory air around him as well as he thought he could smell faint traces of blood.

His grip tightened on his sword, he had already caused enough trouble for himself by bugging and hurting this lass, enough that if anyone here had the conscious or the girl was brave enough, could simply tell on him to the knights. Did he really want to mess around with this man? He didn't, but it seems it was too late now.... The man was furious, and it seemed it was because he hurt the brat "You messed with my student, didn't you? Don't lie to me now, if these eyes saw wrong.... I can always bring the eyes of others" Kreig said. The man didn't know what to do, he could deny it....but as the man pointed out, he could always ask the others here...and he doubted they wouldn't mind him getting the beating he deserved.

" I was teaching her manners, that's all.... no way a prissy brat like her should be here, she even brought a bloody food basket, brat didn't even want me eating it when I grabbed a pie- Before he finished that sentence, a fist came flying and the Fat Mountain actually had the bright idea to move to the side. He was about to swing his heavy blade at Kreig, but was cut promptly short as a knee struck his abdomen rather hard.

Kreig stepped back from the man, that furious snarl on his face "Alright you bastard, you just volunteered yourself to be my teaching aide. Millicent? Take a good and hard look at what's about to happen, this will be your lesson for the day" Kreig told her, unsure if she could shrug off her own pain to hear his words. But he was sure she will be watching...that's what he needed of her.


The Fat Mountain, seeing no way and quite frankly furious himself, took up the challenge as he raised his longsword. The weapon was lighter than that of the much heavier blade he forced the lass to use, it was blunt so it would not cut...but it could definitely kill if need be and with enough strength behind his blows. Kreig on the other hand; carried no weapon and no armor, simply his fists. The Mountain thought Kreig was stupid for that, the Mountain was bigger, stronger and had a weapon. Sure the man hit hard, but he wouldn't dare try and get close if the Mountain had a weapon, would he?

As if to illustrate his point, the Mountain moved forward and brought his sword in a two-handed downward swing. Kreig, knowing it was coming as he had the mountain's body both memorized and in his view, simply rotated his body to left and jumped back to avoid another swing directed at his abdomen. If the Mountain's movements were anything to go by, there was indeed experience backing him up. If Kreig were to have battled him purely with blades, he would have had trouble. But he wasn't fighting him with blades, he was fighting against him with his ultimate weapons, weapons that grew up with him and grew stronger as he did.

The Mountain then moved forward, he was about to throw another strike but before that and unexpectedly he had stepped on Kreig's foot to prevent from moving back. Kreig didn't mind this at all as he still could rotate himself to avoid the incoming blade, the Mountain knew it would happen, the whole reason he had stepped on the foot was to keep him from moving back as he would then follow up with another attack. But alas for the Mountain, Kreig would not allow as the brawler made use of a hook punch, one of the punches had had learned from boxing, and struck the Mountain hard in the ribs.

The Mountain Gritted his teeth as he felt a rib or two break as he stumbled to the side. Kreig, his foot released, moved a short distance back and taunted the Mountain to come at him. The Mountain was certainly enraged now, and instead of making use of such rage to focus himself, he had let it blind him. That was a terrible mistake on his part, rage was an energy source... a source that needed to be focused much like one would use Paranoia to enhance their hearing and sight. Such emotions were great and volatile tools, those who mastered them could very well tip a battle to their scale.


Kreig could see that anger, it only made him chuckle with further fueled the Mountain's anger. He charged with reckless abandon, each sword swing he threw Kreig would simply dodge by repeating the motion of rotating his body and jump back. It soon became evident to all who watched that the Mountain was outmatched, the Brawler simply saw the attacks coming and as he saw them he could react to them. Soon the Mountain was panting, his blade stabbed into the ground as he rested against it on his knees.

Kreig had humiliated him, Kreig didn't think of this man as a fighter so he had done so without regret as he approached the man. With a glare and a snarl on his face, the Mountain knew he was at Kreig's mercy...he Knew he could do anything to him and the Mountain couldn't retaliate " P-please" He panted " H-have.... Mercy"

Kreig scowled at the man, as if insulted "You think me so cruel as to down an opponent who couldn't fight back? Truly you are no warrior" The brawler knelt next infront of him, grabbed the man by those dirty strands he called hair and dragged him close so he could see Kreig's eyes up close "I've your face mate, I know what you look like. I'll be passing that off to knights as 'someone of suspicion', you do anything and you'll find yourself either in forced labor or simply banished...either way I suggest you try your best to keep out of trouble, Savvy?" The man nodded, Kreig let him go and smiled at his Apprentice as he approached her, his eyes showed clear concern however and only verified it as he asked "You alright Shepherd?"

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[Millicent]

Speech

Trembling hand traced a scarlet trail across pale skin. Delicate fingers dyed crimson in valley of carved flesh. It's just a scratch, just a scratch, a scratch, a scratch The incarnation was chanted to seal away a fire. Pain, vanguard of flames, burned through such a feeble defense. In the vanguard's wake, an inferno grew. The trembling hand clenched into a shaking fist. Eyes that where opened wide, narrowed to arrow slits.

The mountain was intimidating to a little girl, but feral beast, nothing but a hill to be conquered. The mountain knew this. It shone in his eyes. Through the narrow arrow slits he caught the glimpse of a beast. Buried deep inside a maze of stone walls and bound tightly in chains, he saw it rumbled.
It was not ready to climb a mountain, but with time it could be. Even now it would certainly claw up a mountain trying.

Even as the man watched, the beast watched him through the arrow slits. Watched as the mountain's hands stopped shaking in rage, but began to trembled in fear. The girls face twist to bare teeth, as the beast struggled in its bindings. Its vanguard had awakened it, but it was still contained. Chains of compassion and politeness still choked it. Stone walls of decorum sealed it away. Metal screeched against stone and the thunder of a heavy weight echoed through the hall. Talons flexed in a loosened chain, carelessly gouging stone floors.

Oy shyke head…

The beast heard the cry of one of its own, could almost smell it's scent. The glaring arrow slits turned toward the other beast. A pale skinned and yellow haired beast dared to steal it's prey. Silently fists clenched and teeth ground in protest, but the beast backed down. From the open, but not stance, and from previous experience, it recognized the other as it's superior. With a small hiss, the beast buried its head in chains and returned to slumber.

The inferno receded. Flames that had danced through her veins began to fade, leaving on the searing sting of the vanguard behind. Legs that had stood up under danger, now shook as if the whole earth had decided to move. Slowly, they crumbled like a cliff worn away by ceaseless waves, leaving Millicent to tumble to the ground.

The words “Prissy Bitch” stung her ears. The fire threatened to spread again, but the swift knee to the mountain's gut was enough to clam it. Her teachers words reached her ears, soothing the sting. Her head nodded slightly as her teacher easily avoided both blows the mountain threw at him. How though? Her thoughts turned to how he could dodge the blows like he knew where they where coming from. It made the gears in her mind turn other fights with Kreig.

Again the mountain rained down blows till he has exhausted himself. Even she could tell that such sluggish blows could not hope to hit. But how? She wondered as Kreig talked to the man. Millicent did not get it. Somehow there was a way to judge blows without relaying on someone's eyes.

"You alright Shepherd?"

“I am fin...” She felt her body giving the automatic answer. A burning line drew her attention back to her shoulder. It reminded her of the anger and rage she had felt earlier. Biting her lips, she looked up at her teacher. “I feel strange.” Her voiced echoed hollowly as her heard turned away. It felt as though held weights had been strapped to her legs and arms. Her tongue moved but ti was hard to force words past it. It took her a tick to figure out what she meant. Her mind's eye turned to the beast she was beginning to see.

“I hated him...I wanted to kill him.” Millicent. The skin around her eyes grew red and puffy as she thought about. Butterflies hatched in her stomach and a heavy weight settled on top of her head. Her hands dug into the dirt. “I felt like I had lost control, like something inside me was trying to take over.” The words sounded like nonsense to her ears.

[Kreig Messer]

“Strange how, lass?” Kreig asked as he looked at her with concern, it felt like there lesson would have to be postponed, he needed her at full strength so she can receive a full training session but the bastard of a mountain had put an end to that….they still had food though! But that had to wait for now as he listened to his student’s words and sighed as he sat down cross legged with his palms touching his knee’s “Looks like your angry self wanted to jump out and just wanted to rip him to shreds” Kreig said with a voice of sympathy “I can understand that, lass. Especially with a bastard like that”

“ So tell me about this ‘beast’ of yours” Kreig had coined it, for there was no better name for such a dark side tempted by violence “ In similar situations, or in situations where there was fighting involved…did such feelings ever want to come out? Ever want to take over?” Kreig knew the answer to that, but it would make things easier for him if she were the one to answer, otherwise they were going to be here for quite some time. He himself knew of such emotions, having been raised with him as constant companions. He wanted to kill when there was no reason or when the situation didn’t warrant it, Kreig didn’t want to kill at most times…simply indulge his violent aspects…it was why he loved to fight, it gave him a pleasurable release from such dark thoughts and situations where he did kill were selfe defense or helping out another from danger….his mother had helped him with that, reminding him to keep such emotions under control else like a rabbid dog he’d be put down.


He wondered if he could help her with similar advice…. Especially since Syliras has stricter laws. He knew he should help her in any way possible, to find ways for her to indulge these dark aspects and tame it. If he helped her tame it then she would have a strong companion in life, a wild one perhaps, but an effective one.
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[Millicent]

Speech

"I wanted to kill him" She said again, hardly believing the words that she said. This brought tears to her eyes far faster than any pain. Her hands shook as they reached for the basket, and her stomach began to do backflips. Kreig's words made her nod in defeat. The tone of sympathy made her look away. Wood creaked slightly under her grip. Anger slithered through her mind like snake till it bit its own tail. I am such an idiot anger at the man had turned into anger at herself.

Millicent thought about his question. Her head tilted sideways, and the corner of her bottom lip overlapped with the top. After a chime of thought she answered. "Never in the same way." A sigh escaped her mouth as she thought about the beast. "It usually just pushes me to fight harder, or not to run away. Her mind turned to thoughts about the beast and she frowned. 'I have had weird dreams lately where I turn into some kind of monster, with talons and wings." How that was relevant she was not sure but she felt it was related to the beast.

Millicent pushed the basket containing pan fried fish, cheese and bread toward Kreig. Glittering gold pieces laid scattered over the top of the food. "I should have just gave him the food, then no one would have had to get hurt." She was not taming the beast, she was trying to kill it. Food did not sound good to her, so she did not touch one of the two loafs of bread she had bought for herself.