Solo [Anthonius Fighter's Pit] Is That All You've Got?

[Kaie]

Timestamp: 41th Day of Summer, 513 AV


"Oh come on, kid, I know you can hit harder than that!

Kaie's spear knocked against the broad man's shield dully. A loud clang erupted from the clash of the dulled tip and the dented sheet of metal. The Myrian woman's face looked intense, focused as usual. Her brow furrowed slightly and her eyes were bright with concentration, watching her opponent intently. Today though, she was somehow..Different. That was largely because of the refreshing change of pace at the Pit.

Usually when she arrived, the arena was full of wannabe squires and tasteless thugs with no history. The battles tended to be awkward and juvenile. The moves were so slow and broadcasted, Kaie could've struck any of them thrice before they landed a thing on her. Of course she wasn't the greatest either but that was beside the point. On this bout of training, the Myrian woman finally found a proper sparring partner. A well built guy in his twenties with an unshaven face and thick black hair. Someone who actually had a clue what he was doing.

The Myrian faded left before returning in right, jamming the spear down toward his exposed knee cap. A dirty move. The guy just adjusted his body and shifted the shield. Another clang to signal her failure. He laughed lightly and searched her face, finding amusement in her displeasure. "All this talk about Myrian savages and all their ferocity. Where'd all that go, love?" He teased her with twinkling eyes. He infuriated her. Yet, she couldn't completely hate the guy. He was too charming. For a barbarian that is.

Finally a slip of a grin came across her lips and the brightness returned to her eyes. With a playful grin she shot the weapon toward his side knowing exactly what he would do. Just as expected he swung the shield largely to the side to knock her weapon away. All of that was fine because she rewarded him with a beautifully cruel left hook to the side of his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby. Did that one hurt?," Kaie cooed to him with a pouting lip, a voice full of mock pity. He stumbled back some with a darkened expression. He rubbed his cheek several times but soon enough his one sided grin returned. At least he could take a hit.

"Nah, Little Lass. I just thought I'd get you confident again," He laughed while fighting to keep strain in his voice. He stepped toward her again and their dance continued. He was an aspiring warrior torn between entering squire-hood and leaving for some other form of work. The guy was well rounded and a quick learner. Adventurous in the ring, which is why he chose to use only a shield. Considering Kaie was one of the few who at least could hold one correctly, she was his chosen sparring mate. Unorthodox but actually fun. Quickly, this guy was turning out to be one of the few barbarians whose company she actually enjoyed.

[Kaie]

She couldn't help but beam at him. At least he was a good sport. So as he readjusted himself, spinning the shield and solidifying his stance, Kaie couldn't restrain herself from firing back again.

"Awe, you're so sweet. Any softer and people will start mistaking you for a knight," She shot back, whispering her joke more at the end in case anyone was listening. Sure, the Syliras knighthood was polite and respected, but the peace thing? Still drove her crazy. In fact, just remembering how often she recalled thinking how much it drove her crazy, well, it drove her crazy.

"Well maybe if you were prettier I wouldn't be," He retorted with a sly smirk, waggling his eyebrows like he thought he had her there. Kaie's eyes widened in surprise.

Not bad, Deyhan.

"Always so suggestive," She rolled her eyes at him with a grin, clearly having just as much fun with the exchange as she was in the spar. Her hands clutched the spear tighter, fingers locking in their hold as she eyed him up. She was analyzing his defenses, searching for a loop hole. All she could see though was the big metal circle. If she wanted to find flesh, she'd have to work for it.

Kaie jabbed her spear right at the center. The man grinned at the obviousness of her attack and held the shield in place, ducking behind it. Instead of ruining her spear tip though, Kaie pulled all the way back and jammed the other end into the metal. It shook the shield as intended but all in all did nothing. She was experimenting with trial and error, and most of it proving to be an error. Kaie just wasn't too great with the spear. It didn't feel weighted right, either. Something about it just felt wrong. She wasn't there to whine about poor weapons though. The Myrian woman was there to learn and to fight. Nothing more.

"What? You run out of ideas?"

"No, just waiting for you to screw up I guess," She admitted shamelessly, easing back into her stance once more. The guy grinned at her broadly, and she knew just what he was about to say.

"You'll be waiting for a long time then, Love."

Too typical.