"Others." - "Common." - "Tukant."
1st of Summer, 517
14th Bell, 37th Chime
14th Bell, 37th Chime
Kuvan status, huh?
Martini hadn't thought about it much. Often she would hear people mentioning their tattoo, but Martini had never tried to get it. The rumor was that you had to a be decent in weaponry over some sort of combat to apply. Martini wasn't amused when she found the rumor to be true. She had applied and failed, but she was back to put her skills to the test.
What she didn't expect was the strange look the men of Riverfall were giving her. She didn't have muscles, and she was dressed in a basic Rivarian outfit. The sheathed strapped to her hip held her dagger.
She had stopped by loads of leather for gloves, unwilling to wield her dagger without them. She liked to keep her hands smooth and unharmed, else her drawing would become difficult.
Still, they looked at her as if she had three heads. Mostly she thought it because of her gender since most Akalak treasured their women. They tried to keep them from harm.
As a girl in Syliras Martini had asked her father for fighting lessons, he handed her gloves and a dagger and told her to try it out. She had tried her best, but she wasn't very good at it. However like everything else she tried she gave it all her effort. Eventually she moved from h k terrible o decent.
Then she discovered art and hadn't picked up the dagger since. She didn't know how to find her instructor, but she was sure she stuck out like a sore thumb so the Akalak would most likely find her.
"Martini yes?" A voice spoke behind her. She turned to find Akalak with short hair and a beard. She nodded slowly and was surprised when he charged her with a shout of 'begin'. He immediately took out a dagger and drove it toward her, frightening the young woman.
She didn't have enough time to pull out the dagger and even if she had she was paralysed by shock - and mild fear. She took a step back and fell on her back before trying to shield herself with her arms. A guest of air rolled past her and when she felt nothing she slowly opened her yes to look.
"You fight? Or is not ready?" The Akalak had stopped before her and offered a hand to help her up. She took it hesitantly, her heart beating in her ears. After he pulled her up she spoke.
"I- I wasn't prepared for, um, that." She took a few deep breathes to calm herself before taking out her gloves. Once done she sheathed her dagger while the Akalak scrutinised her. He seemed mildly disappointed, as if he wasn't expecting much, but he had excepted a bit better.
"That no good. Always be prepared. Anything happen anywhere." The Akalak spoke to her in broken common, but Martini could tell what he was saying. She nodded and he charged her again. She wasn't really experienced with fighting a moving target, but she supposed she could handle herself.
He swung his dagger down on her, an arc of deadly precision. Martini had moments - no ticks - to block it, and he slowed when she flinched before putting the dagger up to defend herself. He had made it easier on her by holding back a bit. She felt the blades clash all the way up her arm. Could she really handle this?
He didn't give her time to think about it though, as the Akalak had soon braced for another strike. Martini needed to find an opening. If she didn't right back, she knew she would fail the test, and wouldn't have the courage to take it again.
She took a step back as he swung down, a battle cry ripped from her lips as she struck out with the dagger, her eyes closed as she neared his body. She couldn't look to find out if she had hit him, but could open her eyes when she felt herself bounce back.
Had he just deflected her dagger? How much strength did it take to both deflect and distance an opponent?
The brunette didn't know how she was supposed to win, but she supposed she could try attacking on her own. So she charged the blue skinned man, dagger raised for a slash.
Martini hadn't thought about it much. Often she would hear people mentioning their tattoo, but Martini had never tried to get it. The rumor was that you had to a be decent in weaponry over some sort of combat to apply. Martini wasn't amused when she found the rumor to be true. She had applied and failed, but she was back to put her skills to the test.
What she didn't expect was the strange look the men of Riverfall were giving her. She didn't have muscles, and she was dressed in a basic Rivarian outfit. The sheathed strapped to her hip held her dagger.
She had stopped by loads of leather for gloves, unwilling to wield her dagger without them. She liked to keep her hands smooth and unharmed, else her drawing would become difficult.
Still, they looked at her as if she had three heads. Mostly she thought it because of her gender since most Akalak treasured their women. They tried to keep them from harm.
As a girl in Syliras Martini had asked her father for fighting lessons, he handed her gloves and a dagger and told her to try it out. She had tried her best, but she wasn't very good at it. However like everything else she tried she gave it all her effort. Eventually she moved from h k terrible o decent.
Then she discovered art and hadn't picked up the dagger since. She didn't know how to find her instructor, but she was sure she stuck out like a sore thumb so the Akalak would most likely find her.
"Martini yes?" A voice spoke behind her. She turned to find Akalak with short hair and a beard. She nodded slowly and was surprised when he charged her with a shout of 'begin'. He immediately took out a dagger and drove it toward her, frightening the young woman.
She didn't have enough time to pull out the dagger and even if she had she was paralysed by shock - and mild fear. She took a step back and fell on her back before trying to shield herself with her arms. A guest of air rolled past her and when she felt nothing she slowly opened her yes to look.
"You fight? Or is not ready?" The Akalak had stopped before her and offered a hand to help her up. She took it hesitantly, her heart beating in her ears. After he pulled her up she spoke.
"I- I wasn't prepared for, um, that." She took a few deep breathes to calm herself before taking out her gloves. Once done she sheathed her dagger while the Akalak scrutinised her. He seemed mildly disappointed, as if he wasn't expecting much, but he had excepted a bit better.
"That no good. Always be prepared. Anything happen anywhere." The Akalak spoke to her in broken common, but Martini could tell what he was saying. She nodded and he charged her again. She wasn't really experienced with fighting a moving target, but she supposed she could handle herself.
He swung his dagger down on her, an arc of deadly precision. Martini had moments - no ticks - to block it, and he slowed when she flinched before putting the dagger up to defend herself. He had made it easier on her by holding back a bit. She felt the blades clash all the way up her arm. Could she really handle this?
He didn't give her time to think about it though, as the Akalak had soon braced for another strike. Martini needed to find an opening. If she didn't right back, she knew she would fail the test, and wouldn't have the courage to take it again.
She took a step back as he swung down, a battle cry ripped from her lips as she struck out with the dagger, her eyes closed as she neared his body. She couldn't look to find out if she had hit him, but could open her eyes when she felt herself bounce back.
Had he just deflected her dagger? How much strength did it take to both deflect and distance an opponent?
The brunette didn't know how she was supposed to win, but she supposed she could try attacking on her own. So she charged the blue skinned man, dagger raised for a slash.
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