Closed A Date For Training (Part 2)

[Kavala]

Timestamp: 26th of Spring 513 AV (After Lunch)
Continued From: A Date For Training (Part 1)

The pair had gone out to lunch, eaten lightly, and relaxed. Kavala had enjoyed a glass of wine and a light salad filled with fruit and a bit of chicken along with the greens. They’d talked of casual things and were greeted by both Kavala’s clients and Riaris’ fellow Kuvay’Nas and friends. They’d lingered, split a desert of iced cream, and had laughed a bit longer than was decent for lunch.

Then, resigned, they’d both made the walk back to the Sasaran and warmed up again. Kavala started with leg lifts and stretches, then did push ups, pull ups on the bar designed for such things, and squat thrusts. When she felt her body was particularly warmed up, she walked back to the weapons rack, picked up the dual bladed wooden sword she’d left there that morning, and took her place on the training mats opposite of Riaris. She watched him, trying to determine if he was still Riaris or was in fact now Recoomas, and waited slightly nervously.

Kavala had spent virtually no time with Riaris’ other half. She knew next to nothing about him and though he was Riaris’ brother, that did not mean a whole lot to the Konti who had been savaged by the last Akalak’s other half she’d met unexpectedly. Kavala took a deep breath, kept moving, and swung the sword to refind its balance point and where her reach and center of balance was. She paused, nervous, dropped it, and fell to one knee to adjust a boot strap. She picked the weapon back up, checked her other gear and resumed the wait, keeping an eye on Riaris the whole entire time.

"Okay. I'm ready for this. Are you sure you are?" Kavala asked, not sure which of the brothers she was asking.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Riaris was enjoying himself a lot. The day had started with a trip to Kavala's home to see if she wanted to train with him. He had hoped that she would, being an Akalak, training was an important part of his daily life and he wanted her to be a part of it. She agreed, and after a bit of loving, the two reentered the city and headed to the Sasaran. They had a great time dueling and Riaris got to see Kavala use his weapon, which made him smile. After they were done, they took a break and settled down for a meal and chat.

Food was a favorite of his and the Akalak loved to eat. Pleasant conversation was also a good thing, and he found that in Kavala. Her voice was like music to him, and her laugh always caused him to smile, even when he tried to hold it back. The Konti had found a special place with him, and Riaris couldn't explain how, and so quickly at that. But as they talked he had another conversation with Recooomas.

The darker brother wanted out and demanded his time with Kavala. He was a stubborn bull of an Akalak, and it didn't help Riaris claim when Kavala said herself that she wished to meet him more personally. Riaris was fighting a losing battle and it wasn't healthy for him to keep Recoomas inside all the time. Such actions worked against them both being as one and able to co-exist together. So it was decided that Recoomas would give the woman her second training season.

Like Kavala, Recoomas thought that Riaris was being far too easy on the woman. He wanted the chance to prove that he could do better. Once they were back in the Sasaran, Recoomas watched Kavala as she stretched and couldn't' help a smile growing into his features. She was a lively woman and seemed very flexible in her movements. While the Konti got herself together, Recoomas dropped to the floor and started to do push ups. The darker brother kept his eyes on the woman as he lifted himself up, then settled close to the ground, before going up again.

He had been waiting for his time with her, and he intended to do more than spar before they would switch places again. Recoomas returned to the rake, taking off the wooden twin bladed weapon and following Kavala back onto the mat. His pale eyes washed over her and he imagined how much of her lovely frame was going to be bruised up in a few ticks. Recoomas paced for a few ticks, taking his time to pop his joints and loosen his shoulders before he stood in front of her again.

"I'm ready.."

Suddenly he charged in, his blade held at his hip just before he swung it out in an arch towards her hips. He pushed harder against the weapon, looking to not only tap her, but to push her off balance at the same time. Recoomas pulled the blade back towards his body and turned it downward as he tried to sweep her off her feet.

[Kavala]

Kavala stared at the man facing her. She didn’t even drop her eyes to his weapon, knowing what it looked like and what it felt like when it made contact. Instead she looked at his eyes and saw a predator staring back at her. The Konti almost shivered. He was wearing Riaris’ skin, but he was definitely not Riaris. The was a cold delight to his gaze, as if he was calculating just exactly how he was going to hurt her and how much he was going to enjoy it. She shifted, crouching down, as if to make herself smaller. Her weapon was raised defensively and the healer knew if she let her attention slide for a moment, she’d be at his mercy. If she were one of her imperial watchers, the hair on the back of her neck would be standing straight on end.

Taking a deep breath, she got ready to move… but it was pointless. The big Akalak was already on her, moving forward faster than Riaris ever had and raised his double bladed sword. He swung it sideways in a blur and drove it into her side, pushing her off balance. And as she staggered to recover, the dual bladed sword slapping her hip hard, he'd already brought the weapon back and was sweeping her feet out from under her. Kavala's feet suddenly changed places with her head and she flipped - unintentionally - because the man fighting her had a great deal of collected power in his attacks.


By the gods! Kavala would have landed hard, but training lessons with Mos’rila had schooled her into learning how to fall and take it to her advantage. The only hard part was dive rolling without her hands because the weapon in them prevented her from using them as a means to support her roll. Kavala used her feet in the air to her advantage, and when she started to come down, she tucked her body, bent her shoulder and protected her head against her chest as she modified a dive roll that gave her enough momentum to carry her on around and back to her feet. The blade had survived tucked up against her abdomen, but if it had been a real weapon rather than a wooden one, her stomach would have been shredded. The Konti would have to modify her gear to prevent that from happening in the future. If she needed to roll like that again with sword in hand, her abdominals and upper thighs needed to be protected from it.

Hip, shoulder – where she’d landed – and stomach/thighs were she’d rolled curled around the blade were all now bruised. But she didn’t give the big Akalak the satisfaction of watching her wince. He’d know readily enough she was hurting. Instead, when she rode the momentum around enough to be somewhat back on her feet, she danced back to assess the situation. Backwards and circling to the left, she kept him moving. Kavala’s advantage to the fight, she thought, was that she’d have more overall stamina. If she could get him to keep moving, that would tire him out faster than taking his blows time and time again.

It hadn’t even been two minutes, and Kavala’s translucent white hair was plastered against her head and she could already feel the dampness clinging to beneath her arms and the small of her back. She hated to admit it to herself, but Kavala was nervous, and a little frightened. She wondered if the Akalak could smell her quiet terror. Was asking Riaris to let her fight Recoomas biting off more than she could chew? Was she sure she even wanted to do this? In the long run it would make her a better fighter and would indeed help her better defend herself. But staring at the man across from her, she had no doubt he would hurt her and he would enjoy doing so. Only he wasn’t going to use sharpened knives on her flesh, he was going to use a wooden sword to bruise the crap out of her, and she knew it.

The only way to prevent it was to fight. And at that, she needed to fight better than him. Only Kavala wasn’t so sure she could. The Konti took a deep breath, met the strangers gaze for a moment, and then brought herself mentally back into the fight. Win or loose, they would both walk away with something. And Kavala knew in the long run if Recoomas hurt her bad enough in the spar, her Riaris would not feel the pain from his mistress that She expected him to pay if no one else hurt for her.

So busy circling, she calculated her attack. Had this been a street fight, Kavala would have went right for his family jewels… to show him she had no qualms about fighting dirty if he was going to brute strength her off her feet every time. But she happened to know Riaris LIKED his jewels and neither of them would benefit from any damage there. So Kavala wasn’t going to punish Riaris by slamming Recoomas in the boy business. No, instead, she’d go for the second most vulnerable spot on a man – his empty head. Gritting her teeth she lunged forward, her right leg leading and used her back leg to keep her fluid and on a jagged unpredictable course. She stared at his crotch a moment, trying to pass off a tell that was no tell at all but a fake, and then did her best effort to slam her blade forward, but at the last moment pull it up in an arch designed to smack the warrior in the vulnerable spot above his shoulders where his neck connected to his head to the rest of his body. She deliberately didn’t look at that area as she fought, instead focusing on where she was pretending to attack. He’d try to block, and he was probably going too because he was fast, but she wanted to see how much he looked for tells or if he was just a bull in a china shop fighter willing to charge forward with little thought to the opponent or terrain.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Recoomas bounced lightly from foot to foot, his head held back and chin high. His pale, almost white eyes stared down at her, but he kept himself from smiling. He enjoyed this, and he had been waiting to have his fun with Kavala. While Riaris liked the fact that Kavala could defend herself, he didn't truly see it necessary, but Recoomas was enamored with the fact. For him, a woman that couldn't defend herself, an possibly fight a war for her man, wasn't worth his time. He knew that Kavala was such a woman, and had seen the fire in her eyes, a fire that said she could do a lot better than simply handle herself.

If asked, he would be proud to make her into a real warrior, at least in his eyes. Fighting dirty wasn't something he would ever feel shame in, and he would encourage her to do so, even against him. Recoomas favored war, and his last claim to fame was the huge battle his brother's in arms fought along side the Drykas. It had been a wondrous time for him, and the battle not only pleased him, but Krysus as well.

Kavala looked amazing as she always did, and that look in her eyes did something for the bulky Akalak. If he had his choice, he would take her bare skinned, that way he could get a look at where his blade connected and how big the bruise was. Recoomas started to circle as she did, allowing her to take her time and decide on her next move. Fighters became more aggressive, or even less so when they were pushed harder and the adrenaline in their bodies kicked in. He wanted to set the Konti on fire and have her come at him with everything she had.

They circled more and Recoomas watched her foot movement along with that of her arms. He could tell that she was thinking, trying to come up with a plan to outsmart him and turn the fight in her favor. He wanted to see what this plan was and as she looked to his crotch, he smiled. He would be impressed if she went for a dirty move, but didn't think that she had it in her. His eyes widen when he thought she was going for it, but turned a fake on him and smacked him between his neck and shoulder.

Recoomas felt a twitch in his muscles and he knew that she had given him a bruise of his own. There was a tiny bit of pain in the joint there...and he liked it. He didn't step back, and instead made a looping swing with his weapon towards her body to try and force her to back away. Staring into her eyes, he held his weapon to one side and pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it onto the floor. He shuffled his feet to push them out of his boots next and slid them to the side. "I like the fight in you. Let's see if we can kick it up a notch."

Stepping forward, he turned his weapon from left to right and back, before he tried to strike. He first swung his blade towards her shoulder, followed by a shot to her hips, which floated into a vertically slash towards her chest. These were simple moves, but applied with a much faster pace as he wanted to see if she could keep up with him.

[Kavala]

Had she have known he would have been proud to make her into a real warrior; the Konti would have dropped to her knees and asked it of him immediately. One of Kavala’s fondest desires was to find a way to bond with Recoomas in any way he’d open up to her. If that meant being a mentor to her in the art of combat, the Konti would have been wholeheartedly in agreement. And unlike Riaris in the sparring circle, Recoomas was a fierce thing of power. His light blue eyes glowed with a passion that lit up his whole features. They did not give the feeling that they were eager to beat up on the Konti. Instead they gave the impression that the art of combat just lit a fire in his soul that could not be contained in the whole of his body. And while Riaris moved like a dancer after claiming he did not know how to dance, Recoomas unashamedly moved like a great cat, an apex predator that was just toying with his snacks before he ate them whole.

Kavala found it unnerving and exciting all at once.

And the worst part of it all was no matter how much she tried to lead him; he knew her in ways she did not know him. Striking at his crotch, while plausible, was something the big man didn’t believe. He was less surprised when she liked as she turned the fake into a whole different attack. Sure she landed a blow, but not the one she wanted too and certainly not with the strength behind it that he wanted to see. Worse yet, he liked the strike. She could tell, reading his face and watching his eyes.

When he pushed her away with the reach of his weapon, not dramatically, but just by clearing the space between them and widening it, Kavala took a moment to breath. And in that moment, Recoomas took off his shirt which was hellishly distracting. The width of his bare chest and the flex of his pectorals sent heat through her body immediately and she all but groaned. And she could all but visualize the thump he was going to give her upside her head in payment for her distraction. Eyes trailed up and down his arms, across the ink marked there, noting the skulls and swirls, and the zither swooping in for an attack that would eventually end the Zith’s life.

Kavala deliberately licked her lips, dropped her double bladed sword, and reached for her own shirt. She peeled it off her body slowly, freeing her flesh from the confining leather. It did not completely bare her torso to his view for beneath she wore the smallest of halter tanks, one designed to support her breasts and hug them tightly to her torso to eliminate bounce. The white fabric blended into her skin, holding a shimmer of its own that seemed to match the one on her scales. He could see then the bruises he’d already left starting to darken her skin, causing the fine etchings of scars that painted her flesh to stand out in stark relief. And without the leather shirt and its mass covering her frame, she was so much smaller than she at first appeared.

Kavala bent, took something from a pocket on her leather work-out pants, and gathered up her mass of white hair. She tied it off with a leather thong at the crown of her head so it cascade in a ponytail behind her. Then she turned, did a few quick stretches, and picked up the sword again. When she faced him once more, it was almost laughable their differences in size. He had a good foot and a half on her in height, and he was twice her bulk, even closer to three times her weight to be fair.

But she didn’t look afraid. Instead she looked strangely invigorated. Though small, her form was corded with muscles. Across her shoulders and arms, it was obvious that she was highly trained in unarmed combat and had upper body strength to spare. There were no soft lines of flesh down her stomach and across her hips. And for a woman who’d already had children, her abs were clearly defined in a soft pleasing way that told him she rode a great deal and ran even more than she rode.

Riaris had not picked himself out a soft plump human as a mate or as some Akalaks’s called them “a womb”. Instead he’d picked out someone beautiful and strong, with obviously excellent blood even as a Konti. She didn’t have the height and weight of an Akalak, but even Recoomas could tell she’d throw superior sons and daughters for the pair. And she bruised deliciously, as was evident by the marks on her ribs already darkening where he’d swept her feet out from under her.

And when he stepped forward, she was ready, bringing up her blade to block, parry, and then slide off his as she matched him move for move for a few minutes. He wasn’t being slow, but he was giving tells that Kavala had long learned to read from Riaris. A slight tilt of his hip, an unusual lead with a left foot, a shoulder dropping slightly. The Konti didn’t get in any blows, but then again she didn’t let him land any. They danced a circle, weapon blows echoing through the Sasaran, as they circled and sweated. She even jumped a leg sweep towards the door and came back with her own attack, not getting fooled a second time by the move that had worked so well on his lead out of the spar. There were, however, bruised knuckles, for the Konti was having a hard time just learning where to grip the blades and how to keep them out of the line of fire when she was blocking the other blade’s swing. More often than naught she got too close, and would smack Recoomas’ grip with her own, and frown or curse. It was a bad habit and one she was trying to break as she learned the new weapon.

And slowly but surely they were drawing a crowd. Other Kuvay’Nas gathered around to witness the spar and slowly money changed hands. Most betted on their comrade in arms, though a few laid down coin hoping the Konti would get in a lucky shot or two.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Recoomas stood tall, and lightly bounced from foot to foot after he his attempt to make himself lighter. He enjoyed this greatly, and the harder she fought, the harder he wanted to take her in the throws of passions. Recoomas could see Kavala as the type to ride along side him in battle and face a full nest of Zith head on. It was a warrior's pride, and taking the Konti as his second was a pleasure all on it's own.

He watched her as she undressed, and it was now him licking his lips. Recoomas took great pleasure in waking her body and making the skin redden from his touch. He stared at her body long and hard, making no attempt to hide the fact that it was distracting. But it wasn't enough skin as far as he was concerned, and the dark Akalak had an idea. If it was safe, and he wielded enough experience with the weapon to try it, he would slice off all her clothing bit by bit until the woman was left naked in front of him.

He could see everything then, all the bruises and scales, and shimmering flesh as it redden from his attacks. Kavala was a beautiful woman and showing off her body was always in his taste. They started up again, and neither stoke. The need for words was gone now and only actions were made. His strikes were normal, nothing she hadn't seen before, just applied with more force and at a faster pace.

Kavala blocked and issued her own attacks, and the two continued their spar. She was getting the hang of it, and getting faster as well. She learned his moves, when to strike and when to dodge a powerful swing. They danced around, blades clashing in an almost musical rhythm. Recoomas smiled as Kavala finally caught on and dodged a move that she hadn't been able to counter until just then. The darker Akalak knew then that it was time to take it up again.

Recoomas rushed in towards her, his blade held parallel across his shoulders as he jerked it forward with a fake, and then used it to push her back again. This time instead of attacking, the Akalak rolled off her shoulder, using his hips to buck backwards into her to hopefully knock her off balance. Quickly turning his hips, Recoomas swung out and back with his weapon to bring the flat of his blade singing downward into her rear.

If the move connected, there would be a loud smacking sound that probably made it seem like it hurt worse than it did, or the other way around.

[Kavala]

A light sheen of sweat covered her body. Kavala was glad they’d stripped off part of their clothing, giving each other more movement and flexibility. She was breathing deeply now, not exactly hard, but in the controlled forceful way that said if she stopped concentrating on her breath and her actions, she wouldn’t get enough air. Unlike fighting with Riaris, Kavala didn’t trust Recoomas. She couldn’t take her eyes off him for a moment, to say pause or shake out a particularly stinging blow he landed. She’d do that with Rairis and know he wouldn’t clock her for it, but Recoomas was a whole different creature. He pressed and pressed and she could tell he was letting her match him like a bigger dog toying with a smaller dog. She felt like the smaller dog trying to snatch a huge bone out of a big dogs mouth and just hanging from the end of the bone the bigger dog still held in his mouth.

Kavala watched him, trying to learn his techniques, but it was difficult to pick up much defending so often. He didn’t give her a lot of time to think, to analyze, before he struck and tested her boundaries, having her scramble and sometimes trip to keep from either going down in a tangle of her own feet or falling on her own sword. In a bold move he rushed her, faked – which she bought and went to block – and then got pushed back. Staggering, Kavala barely recovered before he rolled off her torso and knocked her off balance with a hip. She staggered forward almost loosing her footing, half bent double when she felt the blade slap painfully across her buttocks. Thankfully the leather they were encased in gave her some measure of protection physically. But there was no protecting her pride.

Tripping two more steps forward, Kavala whirled – furious – and instead of going for the safe or the sane move, drove length of her blade between his legs, diving low to do so. Instead of bringing the blades upwards perhaps to clobber him between the vulnerable legs, she twisted her blade, bringing one blade one way and the other blade the other way, trying to tangle him in his own big mass. The blade did catch in his legs and brought her face eye level with his crotch. She dropped her blade, letting it do its work on its own now that it was between his legs and one side pressuring one leg and the other pressuring the other. And with a furious yell drove her fist right into his manbits in a controlled punch meant to disable him.

The crowd watching gasped even before Recoomas had time to react. Kavala didn’t know her fist was going to connect, but she was bound and determined to die trying to equal out the ego blows between them.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Recoomas enjoyed playing with Kavala, she had spirit and he knew she wouldn't back down or give up. Pushing her and having her not push back in return wouldn't have been fun, nor would it be warrior like. However, what happened next would surprise even him. Recoomas was in the middle of a mental celebration after adding a bruise to the woman's backside, and hadn't expected her next attack.

In truth, Kavala caught him completely off guard, and it was the most unorthodox move he had ever seen. The Akalak held on to his blade, but his legs bent, wobbled, and his arms reached out to try and balance himself. Recoomas had been so confused with the move that he didn't see what she was planning til the last tick, but by then it was too late.

The Akalak let out a low, deep grunt as she struck a deadly blow, and his pale eyes almost crossed. He felt his body go hot and with his legs already unbalanced, Recoomas tumbled to the ground at her feet. He coughed a bit, trying to force a laugh in between as he turned to look up at her. If only Kavala knew, if only she understood that he enjoyed pain, and with the new fire he had unleashed in her, Recoomas was turned on.

"You got me, very good Kavala." he said through panting breaths, one hand resting on the inside of his thigh. "That was a good move, viscous and unforgiving." he added after taking another breath. Many wouldn't understand this Akalak, and how he was having more fun now than he had experienced in long time. "But, you never let your guard down." If the Konti didn't move, Recoomas would grab her legs and flip her onto her back. He would use mostly his upper body, and draw her closer to where he could pin her on the floor beneath him with her ankles resting on his shoulders.

"If you're going to be viscous, you have to go all the way and finish the job. No hesitation, no doubts of any kind." Their weapons were thrown to the side, his body covered in speckles of sweat pressed hard against hers and he liked it. The darker brother wouldn't let his urges push him too far in respect for the dojo, but an in-prompt wrestling match wouldn't be so bad.

[Kavala]

Kavala glared up at him, angry at first, from where he had the healer pinned on the floor. It was bad enough that he was taking on a coaching tone and actually instructing her when he humiliated her, but that he was doing it in front of an audience seemed to redouble the affront in her mind. Pale blue eyes rolled to the side, taking in the audience that was staring appreciatively on at Recoomas pinning the Konti in the incredibly compromising position.

Even though the show was happening fully clothed, Kavala’s mind began to take her back to a dark place and another circle of men back when she was young, innocent, and had no idea what was actually about to happen to her. Then, in that place and time, the men had taken her clothing. Then they had taken a part of her soul. And the young healer returning from her training at the opal temple had been ill prepared for any of it. A shudder rolled through the Konti causing her to bite her inner cheek until she tasted blood. Her eyes rolled up and met the inhuman ones studying her above and her mind warped them from Recommas’ pale gaze to a dirty brown that narrowed with hatred and violence.

Gods.

The Konti gave a soft whimper, one all but inaudible, before her body kicked into full-fledged fight or flight mode. She half lifted beneath him, pinned neatly by her arms, though her head was loose and her shoulders could come off the ground a bit. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to tell her that her feet had mobility. And even though vulnerable parts of her body were pressed uncompromisingly against his, not actually doing the act but very much simulating it, Kavala let the panic wash over her.

Flexible from her unarmed combat, and finding it handy to have her ankles on his shoulders, the Konti slashed sideways with a leg. Sure they were pinned between her torso and his, but from the knee to the ankle there was enough movement to crack his head first with her right food then with her left. She didn’t know if it would get herself free or not, but she tried. And at the same time she was busy trying to brain him with her feet and not scream, she was shoving her head upwards, teeth bared in a silent cry of terror, trying to latch on to any flesh she could get a hold of to bite. His neck, his chin, even an ear would do nicely so long as she didn’t kick herself in her own head with her feet.

The Konti didn’t care. She was beyond caring… locked in a place of terror, all she wanted was the big male off her and the crowd gone.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Recoomas felt powerful, he felt alive and in control. The young Konti wiggled beneath him and even though it was out of anything but lust, he enjoyed it. She started to wiggle more and the dark Akalak smiled as he watched. The people were looking on now, but if they had any notions, thoughts of something disgusting, it was in their own minds. Recoomas on the other hand had no ideas of doing anything like that.

He wanted to challenge Kavala, bring out her darker side. He knew her history as well as Riaris, and for a person to live through such events, it took a strength that most didn't have, and a raw animal like instinct that kicked in just when it was needed. He got what he wanted, the thrill from the compromising position earned him a kick to the skull. His head rocked to the side only to collide with her other foot.

Recoomas rolled off, tucking his head in as he pushed himself away from her. Kavala was differently awake now and ready for a fight. Pale blue eyes scanned the floor, and once they found the discarded weapons, Recoomas leaped forward and snatched them up before Kavala could reach hers. Standing back to his full height, The dark Akalak stood with both weapons in his hands. "Now, there it is. There is the passion that I was looking for. A fight isn't a fight if you don't put your emotions behind it. The more raw the emotion is, the better focused the strength is. Come now Kavala, show me what you can do."

With a smirk across his purple lips, he tossed her the wooden doubled bladed weapons and took on a defensive stance. Recoomas lowered his body, arms to each side of his chest with his weapon raised between them. There was a fire in his eyes as well, a passion for battle. Recoomas lifted his weapon high, half spinning it in the air, before he brought it back down and charged the woman. He came in from her left, a wild swing over the top of her head that he tried to quickly curve down ward to try and sweep her off her feet again.