PM to join [Anthonius Fighters Pit] A Pressed Lesson (Tessabelle)

[Kaie]

58th of Summer, 513 AV
23rd Bell

Leth's gentle glow illuminated the city as gorgeously as it did the woods just hours ago. White light sprung from the lunar sun to dirt path of the city, sometimes glowing off the shining armor of a patrol. All seemed moderately quiet other than the boisterous laughter coming from the busy taverns. Once packed streets had only a few sketchy figures moves through, one of them being a hooded female.

Kaie was pressed for time. Hood over her head, weapons fastened to her body, and backpack hung over her shoulders, the Myrian moved swiftly. She slipped between buildings and turned to stride down obscured alleys. It had been such a long time since she was anywhere else, she knew all the shortcuts like the back of her bronzed hand. It wouldn't be long before she reached the place her new employer had specified. She was packed and ready to finally leave the City of Peace. A place that had proven all too peaceful for her own taste.

Kaie hardly thought about what had happened only hours ago. What with the rag-tag crew searching for the Pycon in the woods. She had left them all behind. Ardea, Vanari, Jervis, Rada, and the Ethaefal without a backward glance. Her whole day had been centered on this hour. All else was simply minor details. Well if you consider almost slitting an angelic, harmless woman's throat open minor.


The Myrian was moving down the street almost to the specified corner. It wouldn't be long, she knew. Perhaps several more minutes but she had been making good time. All distractions were left behind her and she was happy to get the hell out. Three years had been too long for her to bear in a barbarian city. Ironically, she was moving on to another one. At least the next one (though still ruled with an iron, chaotic fist) had more opportunities in her new field of work. The trick was to keep all business outside the lake city.

Kaie was passing her beloved civilian arena, the Anthonius Fighters Pit, which had been her only safe haven through her say in Syliras. All that training, the pain, and clashing of metal and flesh had eased her thirst for battle. Somewhat, anyways. Yet now it was time to say goodbye and move back on to the real combat. The kind that ended in either life or death. This would mark where her new journey began. With nothing else to prevent her leave, Kaie turned from the Pit toward the rendezvous.

[Tessabelle]

The Ethfael followed the Myrian from a distance. Out of all the people in that crew she was intimidated by her the most. But at the same time she adored her technique. Even now, as the Myrian woman swiftly moved through the crowd. She made no sound and no one seemed to notice her. It was quite amazing to watch. Sadly, Tessabelle had to see it from a distance because if she was any closer she wouldn't of seen her move around before. Tess reached for her throat where the thin pink line was. She still couldn't believe she was alive now. It happened so fast for her to remember.


As she slipped through buildings, Tessabelle was there. She waited before motioning for her horse to gallop after her. It wasn't long before they came across an arena. Which was the perfect place to start. As the girl slowed down so did Tessabelle, they came to a stop. Tessabelle slid of the horse and patted over to her."Hey, you!" She called now remembering the girl's name.


"You're the Myrian that almost killed me right?" Tess didn't want to blurt out what she wanted Kaie to help her with, she remembered her. Why wouldn't she remember the person that almost killed her?

[Kaie]

"I suppose that depends. Are you the Ethaefal woman who strolls around the forests at night defenseless?" Kaie counted easily without bothering to turn around. Beneath her hood she scowled though. She hated attention being drawn toward her to begin with. Chocolate brown eyes scanned the mostly empty city corner. A slow burn began within her body at the idea a Knight might've overheard. Such an incident would prove extremely unfavorable for the Myrian. Out of context the woman made it seem far worse than it was. Well, it was bad from a barbarian's eye to begin with. Letting it fall on the wrong ears could prove dangerous.

Bronzed fingers slid down the dusty sandstone lining the old arena. It was almost a loving gesture. Nostalgic even. Then suddenly she whipped around to face the woman uncertainly. Expression unreadable beneath her cloak in the darkness.

"Is there a reason you chased me all the way out here?" She questioned carefully in an interrogative fashion. For a woman who almost just got her throat slashed, Kaie found no logic in her chasing the offender. What did she want?

[Tessabelle]

She scowled. Although she hate to admit it she was a defenseless, yet she roamed around like the world is such a safe place. Which is why she came to the Myrian." I am, it is I, the defenseless Ethfael who has a name. Tessabelle, I am Tessabelle." She was still a little upset about earlier but she wouldn't show it. She was in desperate need of her help. She wasn't going to be in the safe hands of Syliras for long. She was planning to travel and knew she just wasn't going to be safe.

Kaie was the best Tessabelle's ever seen, but there could be savages worse than this Myrian. Kaie was kind enough to let the Ethfael go but she would come across someone who wouldn't be so gentle and could kill her in a heartbeat. Today Kaie out a knife to her throat so fast Tessabelle didn't even have the time to think about. The next time she probably won't be able to know.

"I hate your guts."Tessabelle crossed her arms." I don't usually say that to people but you are just ruthless and mean. But you're the best I've seen so far and I want to be just as ruthless in a fight. Would you help me?" The Ethfael never held a weapon or even been in a fight. But a time will come where she'll need skills like the Myrian and stand up for herself.

[Kaie]

Tessabelle. Right. She should've figured such an otherworldly creature would have a name so soft to match. Not at all cutting and impressionable like her people's names. Nothing like Razkar or Kaie. Still it was nice to see Tessabelle at least had some semblance of a backbone. It wasn't often someone had the guts to come out right and mock a savage. Let alone one who just hours ago had a blade to their throat. What she said next though surprised the Myrian, if only because of the childish nature of it.

Ruthless and mean. Do you forget where I come from? What are you going to tell me next? That I have great hair and winning smile?

It was difficult for the woman not to let out a laugh right then. Though when she transitioned to ask for her help, she was taken a bit aback. It wasn't everyday that a hostage asks their attacker for assistance. Yet the request wasn't half as foolish as it appeared. Perhaps Kaie had written the woman off as dumber than she deserved. And so if only for her outspokenness and maybe a little guilt for assaulting her before, the savage agreed.

As if it were already impossible enough, the Myrian's eyes darkened further. They became almost black with the night. So shadowed it was a wonder if even candlelight could bring any brightness back to them. Her expression hardened with seriousness. And for but a moment, the Ethaefal saw but a sliver of what brutality laid beneath the surface of false civility.

"What would you like to learn?"

[Tessabelle]

"What ever you can teach me." She smiled, her gaze soften and she was now longer mad. She wasn't familiar with any fighting techniques besides brawling which she only witnessed in a bar. But that wasn't what she wanted to learn. Drunk fighting, that's what it should be called. She couldn't stand that type of fighting. She wanted to learn something with strategies and tactics. Something that would make her and the enemy think. There was no doubt Tessabelle would probably be the hardest person to teach. She didn't have strong knocked or legs, she was weak and fragile. A princess is what Edward called her once. He said her mannerism was just way too different than a fighter.


"I know you know a few fighting techniques. Not to be rude but isn't that what a Myrian's life is all about? Fighting." She had no intention to be rude but that's all people know them for and other thing but she would not mention that. Especially the women who have big egos. She heard that wasn't uncommon.


Kaie, Tessabelle could see her leadership and pride. Her pride was different than Tess'. Tessabelle's pride was in her dancing and making people happy. But Kaie's pride was in her fighting and tactics. It was no wonder the women weren't at least good acquaintances. They were the complete opposite. Yet they were both independant.

[Kaie]

The Myrian's brow furrowed at the accusation, though she didn't find anything rude about it. What she had said was true. Her life had been focused around fighting and warfare. It was all about survival and conquering. Was there anything else worth learning? Nonetheless, every barbarian seemed to know (or believed they did) what the Myrians were about. Of course there were very few who didn't know their reputation. Bloodthirsty, cannibalistic savages. It would seem clear to anyone that such a race would be proficient in the art of killing, or in this case defense.

"We learn from a young age." Kaie agreed with a slow nod of her head. She then appraised the woman, thinking for a moment. Honestly, she had no idea what she was dealing with. Based on how she met the damn woman, she doubted she had much to build off of at all. Yet if she wished to be taught by a Myrian, she'd be taught no differently than she was. Well...Maybe not.

"Since we're already here, we will train here," She decided promptly and glancing behind her at the Pit longingly.

A final round...For old time's sake...

Then she turned from the Ethaefal and walked to the edge of the Pit. Like so many times before she lofted herself over the wall, dropping toward the ground below. She hit the dusty earth softly, knees giving with the blow. A plume of sandstone flowed up in plumes about her feet. When she returned to an upright position, she backed up several paces while watching the girl above. Finally she called up to her with an expectant expression.

"Hit me."

[Tessabelle]

"Here?" Tessabelle looked around what looked like fighting arena. She honestly did not expect Kaie to be so sudden and agree. Tessabelle honestly thought she would disagree because she despised Tessabelle just as much as Tessabelle despised her scary looking race. She followed behind her slowly just a bit nervous. She prayed to Leth she would go easy on her, she's only been on this earth for a year! She didn't want to go out so soon.

"Hit me." Kaie's words sliced the air. She wanted to get to the point.


Tessabelle was hesitate."What?" She raised her fist slowly, she did mean with her fist right? Now she was unsure and raised her leg just a bit; she raised it than put it right back down like a flamingo."Okay, I'm gonna strike!" Tessabelle danced around Lair trying to find a spot to hit her. If any one we're watching it would look like a small kid playing a game.



She couldn't make up her mind of where to hit her. There we're a couple of times Tessabelle stopped to think about how she should hit the girl."Uh..." She put her fist up and headed towards her chest than stopped." No... not there, that would be a very ride spot to hit..." Tessabelle put her fist down fast and once again started to think of where to strike her.

[Kaie]

The Myrian woman stood there with an exasperated look on her face. It was all she could do really to keep from punching herself. The hesitation. The suspense. More importantly, the ignorance to the skill. It drove her crazy. She couldn't blame the Ethaefal though for her cluelessness. Slowly she was coming to realize not all were privileged enough to come from families and cities where battle was a way of life, let alone self defense. Considering her kind was claimed to originate from the sky, she wasn't sure if any of them knew the concept at all. At least Sagitta hadn't either and she seemed to turn out promising.

"If you keep telling when and where you're going to hit me, you'll be the one receiving the harsh beating," She said trying to keep the impatience out of her voice as best as she could. Kaie found all she needed to know right there. The truth was she had nothing to work with at all. She was starting from scratch all over it. Might as well begin with what she taught the others too.

"First of all your stance is wrong. Get at least shoulder width apart and let one of your feet lead, but don't turn so far you're sideways. Now when you throw your punch, come straight right off the shoulder and twist your hips with it. Start with something easy like my head, " Kaie coached further, doing her best to guide the woman to give her a fighting chance. Who knows, maybe the woman would turn out to be some sort of natural.

[Tessabelle]

Most people would compare Tessabelle to a flower. It wasn't because of her natural beauty but because of how soft and delicate she was. A long time ago Edward tried to teach her a thing or two but she just couldn't do it. She thought it was because of the Syliras knights technique but Edward knew it was because she was a flower. A stubborn one at that, who just wouldn't give up. For uknown reason Tessabelle likes a challenge and fighting was a really big one she would have to take up. It would be one she would never give up on because... well... she was Tessa. Can't give much of an explanation there.

She's just too prideful to give up, sadly. This girl won't stop until she feels like she got it right. Kae can be upset all she wants about Tessabelle's abhorrent ethics when it comes to fighting but she agreed. Tessabelle won't let her go until she knows a little about fighting.

"First of all your stance is wrong. Get at least shoulder width apart and let one of your feet lead, but don't turn so far you're sideways. Now when you throw your punch, come straight right off the shoulder and twist your hips with it. Start with something easy like my head."

Tessabelle listened to the instructions carefully. But her skirt was just so long and although it was meant fit dancing, it would get in the way of this lesson, so she took a good length of it and tucked it into her undergarment. Her stance was still a little off , her feet were turned in and her shoulders slumped just a tiny bit."You're head?" Tessabelle balled her hand into a fist. Than she finally striked although it seemed fast it wouldn't hurt anyone but Tessabelle.