61st of Summer, 516 A.V.
Early Morning
Jeida's back struck the sands of the arena with enough ferocity to knock wind from her lungs and kick up a storm of dirt in her wake. A whistle sounded from a group of fighters standing by a nearby set of benches, one of them visibly cringing at the violent impact. An honorable sparring partner would've backed off after landing such a solid front kick to their opponent's chest, giving them a few ticks to recover and return to their feet before resuming the match. The warrior casting a shadow over the downed young woman was far from the moral standing of a knight. Yet Jeida was a warrior, too. Even as she wheezed for air, she could feel the blessing on her flesh seeking to resist the other Myrian marked by Myri storming toward her grounded figure.
"You'e going to let yourself be humiliated in front of deyhan? Get up, Skurak!" Kaie growled in their brutal native tongue. Hatred and frustration riddled Jeida's features and she scrambled breathlessly to her feet with grit teeth. She lifted her guard just in time to block the incoming punch directly for her face. Her older sister would not permit her to celebrate even that small evasion, for the next came in a sharp hook that rounded her defenses to clip part of her jaw. Jeida staggered back with a defiant hiss. Then she surged forth with the aid of Myri's mark upon her flesh, swinging madly in revenge only to be swiftly punished by a counter that swiveled her face-first to the earth with her hand wrenched painfully behind her back.
"Ruros' cock!" the younger of the two sister's snarled from her defeated position, finally submitting with a fist tapping the sand. Kaie released her and stepped back. Jeida rolled over and stared up toward the great expanse of blue above, one tan-smeared cheek attesting to its previous resting place on the earth. Kaie extended her hand downward, but her stubborn counterpart smacked it away so that she could stand on her own accord. The victorious Myrian rolled her eyes and slowly shook her head. "You have to start using your petching head! Did you learn nothing in the Training Yards?" Kaie scolded her. Jeida murmured a slew of obscenities and spat into the dust, rotating her abused shoulder.
Just before Kaie started for the fresh water trough near the benches, one of the shirtless men that had been spectating launched from his seat. "Oi, savage girl!" The Myrian arched a brow at him as he approached. This should be petching good, she thought as she observed some of his friends snickering from the sidelines. "Must be easy to look like hot shyke pulling each other's hair. How about a real match-up? I bet I can put you on your back instead." More snickering followed, and Jeida appeared at her side in an instant. Kaie stopped her advance with an extended forearm. "My sister could knock your dick in the dirt," She responded to the man in perfect Common flavored with her accent. The humor in the man's face quickly perished. "But I'll give you a shot at impressing your boys."
The challenger turned back toward his friends with a wink despite Kaie's verbal jabs. Jeida knew little Common, but understood enough to let a smirk cross her expression. She placed a reassuring hand on Kaie's shoulder before shoving her way past the protective arm to approach the bench. "Ten Gold your small cocked friend not last chime!" she challenged the lot of them, much to their surprise. Boisterous laughing erupted but they humored the foreigner nonetheless with Mizas thrown upon the ground. "Don't worry, love. I'll be gentle."
Kaie circled about him, gaze turning cold. She could feel the gnosis on the back of her neck beginning its slow, motivating burn upon her flesh as they both settled into their stances. "Myri, guide my fists true so I can knock this arrogant deyhan on his ass where he belongs...." Meanwhile, one of the men spectating shouted a final call for any in the audience willing to throw a bet down before the violence commenced.
Early Morning
Jeida's back struck the sands of the arena with enough ferocity to knock wind from her lungs and kick up a storm of dirt in her wake. A whistle sounded from a group of fighters standing by a nearby set of benches, one of them visibly cringing at the violent impact. An honorable sparring partner would've backed off after landing such a solid front kick to their opponent's chest, giving them a few ticks to recover and return to their feet before resuming the match. The warrior casting a shadow over the downed young woman was far from the moral standing of a knight. Yet Jeida was a warrior, too. Even as she wheezed for air, she could feel the blessing on her flesh seeking to resist the other Myrian marked by Myri storming toward her grounded figure.
"You'e going to let yourself be humiliated in front of deyhan? Get up, Skurak!" Kaie growled in their brutal native tongue. Hatred and frustration riddled Jeida's features and she scrambled breathlessly to her feet with grit teeth. She lifted her guard just in time to block the incoming punch directly for her face. Her older sister would not permit her to celebrate even that small evasion, for the next came in a sharp hook that rounded her defenses to clip part of her jaw. Jeida staggered back with a defiant hiss. Then she surged forth with the aid of Myri's mark upon her flesh, swinging madly in revenge only to be swiftly punished by a counter that swiveled her face-first to the earth with her hand wrenched painfully behind her back.
"Ruros' cock!" the younger of the two sister's snarled from her defeated position, finally submitting with a fist tapping the sand. Kaie released her and stepped back. Jeida rolled over and stared up toward the great expanse of blue above, one tan-smeared cheek attesting to its previous resting place on the earth. Kaie extended her hand downward, but her stubborn counterpart smacked it away so that she could stand on her own accord. The victorious Myrian rolled her eyes and slowly shook her head. "You have to start using your petching head! Did you learn nothing in the Training Yards?" Kaie scolded her. Jeida murmured a slew of obscenities and spat into the dust, rotating her abused shoulder.
Just before Kaie started for the fresh water trough near the benches, one of the shirtless men that had been spectating launched from his seat. "Oi, savage girl!" The Myrian arched a brow at him as he approached. This should be petching good, she thought as she observed some of his friends snickering from the sidelines. "Must be easy to look like hot shyke pulling each other's hair. How about a real match-up? I bet I can put you on your back instead." More snickering followed, and Jeida appeared at her side in an instant. Kaie stopped her advance with an extended forearm. "My sister could knock your dick in the dirt," She responded to the man in perfect Common flavored with her accent. The humor in the man's face quickly perished. "But I'll give you a shot at impressing your boys."
The challenger turned back toward his friends with a wink despite Kaie's verbal jabs. Jeida knew little Common, but understood enough to let a smirk cross her expression. She placed a reassuring hand on Kaie's shoulder before shoving her way past the protective arm to approach the bench. "Ten Gold your small cocked friend not last chime!" she challenged the lot of them, much to their surprise. Boisterous laughing erupted but they humored the foreigner nonetheless with Mizas thrown upon the ground. "Don't worry, love. I'll be gentle."
Kaie circled about him, gaze turning cold. She could feel the gnosis on the back of her neck beginning its slow, motivating burn upon her flesh as they both settled into their stances. "Myri, guide my fists true so I can knock this arrogant deyhan on his ass where he belongs...." Meanwhile, one of the men spectating shouted a final call for any in the audience willing to throw a bet down before the violence commenced.