[The Arena of Ancients] School Yard Brawl (Nanak)

[Kaie]

Second of Fall, 504 AV
19th Bell

The air was cooling with the fade of Syna's rays. The glorious sun goddess began to set beyond the horizon, making way for the moon god, Leth. Soon the world would be cloaked in darkness again. From outside the walls, the cries of the jungle creatures would be heard. The howling of monkeys, roaring of feline predators, and the cries of Myri knows what else in the brush. It was odd though to be on this side of the city. Inside the walls. Her clan was known for its residence in the jungle, a line of defense against anything approaching the city. That was where she had lived for some time. The jungle had become a sort of dangerous home to her, the city serving as a beacon of faith. For there laid their Goddess Queen. The treasure of the Myrians. Their mother. It was a great honor to serve outside the walls whether in the service or somewhere in the trees. In several bells, Kaie and her mother would leave the City of Bones for the gentle fires within their longhouse. For now she would have some fun while the daylight lasted.

Taloba wasn't foreign to the little Myrian in the slightest. Her mother, Shantiwa, being a woman who praised the Goddess Queen as much (if not more) than any other, frequented the city often. Kaie was sure there was not one story about Myri that her mother didn't memorize. She'd taken Kaie through the city plenty of times, stopping now and then to recount something important about each place. The histories and significance of every structure. Sometimes she felt she could regurgitate each tale verbatim. Gone though was her mother now, off with some old friend leaving the Myrian girl to explore. They had their own connections within the walls. So while her mother was busy, Kaie went to find the usual pack she hunted down. If only Keikyo was with her again...

Eventually she reached the place her city friends frequented the most. The Arena of Ancients. Entering the place of ruins, Kaie felt the eerie silent that came with the open grounds. She'd trained and played here plenty of times. Never alone. Now though she could feel the energy of battles long ago won and lost. The air was crisp and a breeze caused her hair to billow and her clothing to sway a bit. Syna was almost over the edge of the world leaving the Myrian girl completely alone. And somehow it brought her solace.

Without warning she was thrown off her feet. Arms wrapped around her shoulders and she was hurled right into the dirt. Laughter filled her ears accompanied by the rustle of brush around her. Kaie growled and rolled onto her back, prepared to kick her attacker straight in the teeth. To her pleasant surprise the faces were familiar. Other children from the city. Though most were older than her by a few years, they had known her and her cousin Keikyo from the times they did visit. Often leaving with quite a few bruises too.

Kaie got back to her feel with a grin and shoved the girl who had taken her off guard. A tall, sneaky girl with three years on Kaie with jet black hair. A cluster formed around her, mocking her and punching her shoulder in jest. It had been a while since she'd been around, and she had missed them. Sadly, she could see some missing in the group tonight. Regardless nothing had changed. Immediately they were all back to their antics again. Antagonizing each other and picking fights for good fun. Working in a few spars to cheer over. Though it wasn't so uncommon for some fights to hold more malice than others...

[Nanak]

The young myrian watched the girl get thrown to the ground. That's what she got for not watching her surroundings, his mother pounded it into his head that he must stay aware. No matter where he was. He watched and listened to her growl which caused him to laugh. "That's what you get for not paying attention" he chirped at her. He immerged from his hiding place, he walked on the balls of his feet for a few ticks before he stood close enough to her that she could throw a punch. Of course he wouldn't just sit there and take it. He looked at the other children his eyes dancing from one to another, glaring at them like a watchful hunter. Seeing if any would make a move. He was around the same age as most of them, and had went against a few. "You need to listen and watch everything" he said, it was a little rough, as he didn't speak in common often. He looked at the girl who now stood in front of him, the others had gone back to their pushing and shoving. Fighting and teasing each other, it was a normal occurrence in Myrian children. Their idea of fun, was fighting and proving who was tougher. He side stepped and walked around the girl, he lowered his body. Looking like he was going to attack at any moment, but he didn't. He waited walking around her, examining her, looking for weakness. He launched himself forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and shoving her to the ground. He quickly rolled back and stood up, laughing. "Hehe, still not watching" he said. He stepped back, standing in a way that should he wanted to fight. His shoulders lowered and his hands up towards them, one palm open and one shut. His eyes locked on her, he let out a low growl. Challenging her to come at him with everything she had.


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[Kaie]

And just like that a playful pounce, a typical Myrian greeting between children, was twisted and tainted into something else. First she ignored the boy with a roll of her eyes between words with the black haired girl. She went back to her conversation to listen to a story the girl tried to recount for her, telling Kaie what her older sister had claimed the military training was like. The brutality. The pain, suffering, and exhaustion. Kaie thrived off tales like those. They were the stories of everything she ever wanted to be. Like peeking through a hole in a while to the other side. It was just when the girl was getting to the actual training details that Kaie was distracted by the rough words of Common.

The words were rough and foreign to her ears. Her knowledge on the tongue was still minimal. Her grandmother was forcing her to learn more of it each day, yet still she hadn't found a grasp on it. Despite that fact his message was clear as day. Kaie turned to him, finding herself in front of him. Then he was circling her like some sort of hunter appraising his quarry. Then he lowered like a feline in a crouch. It was in that moment Kaie realized what he was planning to do. Though what exactly was he trying to prove?

She opened her mouth as if to speak just when he launched into her like a territorial Tskanna bull. His arms wrapped around her, squeezing tightly like a trap. Kaie hit the ground with a thud, air escaping her lungs in one quick exhale. Bold brown eyes stared up at the sky, glowering at it as if questioning the divine. Then the weight as gone, standing above her laughing. Mocking her. Trying to go a reaction out of her. She sure hoped he knew what he was asking for.

Without warning she shot her heel right between his legs with surprising speed. As soon as she hit her target, she rolled to the side and found her feet. Standing there, Kaie let a crooked smile slip up the side of her face. She knew that wasn't a "fair" shot. She also knew that in the art of war there was no fairness. And this boy certainly knew it too. For both came from the Goddess Queen and basked in her light. And he was a male who dared challenge a female, the dominant sex in their world.

"I'm not so sure about that. Otherwise how would my foot manage to hit such as small target?" She countered dryly with a shrug of her shoulders. Eyes followed the male to anticipate his next attack. But would he dare?




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[Nanak]

Nanak fell to his knees, the shot landing in an area of sensitivity. He looked up at her with a growl. Though female's were the dominate race in his jungle world, he loved a challenge and a chance to prove himself. He climbed back up to his feet, a clear, displeasured look on his face. "Cheap shot" he spat, he took a step back. She was quicker then he expected. He couldn't bull rush things, at least not at the start. He wanted to spar, he wanted to see how good she was and in turn how good he was. He wanted to prove himself and earn respect from the children that where there. To show he could hold his own, he flashed a toothy grin. Watching her eyes as the followed him, he stepped back again. His mind processed many tactics, from full frontal attacks to trying to get behind her. He ran towards her again, but before reaching her, he would drop to one knee and throw a punch towards her gut. Then he would kick out his feet and try and knock her off her feet.

[Kaie]

Kaie could hardly keep the smirk off her face as she watched the boy crumple at her feet, down on his knees with a grimace on his face. Cheap shot? Maybe. Did she get her point across? Absolutely.

The Myrian girl fell back into a light crouch. Her knees bent a bit and her elbows stayed close to her sides, hands up in a guard. There was a certain glint in her eyes. A challenge gleaming inside muddy brown pools. Her aura was loud and yet she was silent, though its tendrils seemed to permeate throughout the space around them. Coaxing her opponent forth. There was a hush about their meager crowd. The children had quieted upon his first attack on her and did no more than giggle at her own on him. Yet this was a spar with a bit more bite to it, and that much they could understand. They all took a few steps back to create space. It was like a fighting ring fenced in by bodies. Their eyes were on the two, darting back and forth. Questioning what would happen next. What either of them would do. Most importantly though, they craved the sure battle to come. When it started they certainly would be quiet no more.

"At least you can take a hit. Can you dish them out too?" She asked him with mock innocence, beginning to circle him like a tigress inspecting wounded and grounded prey. He was smiling and confident. So ready to make things difficult for her. The funny thing was she loved every second of it. She loved to be challenged and tested. Loved for new enemies and opponents to manifest just as often as unexpected allies. With an audience? There was so much more for her to prove. This wasn't just in the crowd of their peers. This was in the city of the Goddess Queen herself. Was it possible she could be watching?

That's when the boy moved. He raced at her quickly, eyeing her like a man about to play out a specific plan. But what? She had little time to guess, for he was upon her within a moment. Dropping down oddly on one knee, she watched his fist come toward her middle. Eyes widened instinctively and her muscles reacted naturally. Simply wanting nothing more than removing the threat from her space, she hurled her foot into his forehead (hopefully before he made contact). An attempt to knock him backward and compromise his already questionable balance, despite his lower center of gravity. One of his heels did manage to clip her shin though, earning him a grunt of annoyance. A bruise would form later. For the time being though, it was insignificant. And though her father had taken her out to learn a bit of armed combat, she wasn't nearly as good as she needed to be. Her vision of the future was blind, leaving her only with spontaneity and reaction. Yet this boy was unpredictable and there was no telling what he might try next...





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[Nanak]

He felt a thud as her foot managed to push him back, making his fist nothing more then a love tap. He stumbled backwards, barely able to keep his stance. He slightly stood up, staying hunched. He watched her, his hands out ready to strike. He flashed her a toothy grin, she was good. Quick and able to read his moves, He stepped closer to her, throwing a few punches her way. The punches had more speed then power, as they flew forwards towards her shoulder and head. He was enjoying himself, probably more then he should be. But every Myrian loved to fight, a friendly scrap or a fight to the death, it was all the same to them. "Power or speed? Which do you prefer? Maybe both? Maybe nether?"he chirped, just randomly saying things to see if he could throw her off her game. He danced quickly to avoid her follow up attack, moving around her body till he finally stopped. The bliss of combat filling his mind, the rush of landing hits and striking your opponent down, the feeling of watching your opponent fall in defeat nothing beat it. At least nothing that the young myrian had ever felt. Maybe there was something out there that he would learn when he was older. But for now it didn't matter, he was focused on winning the fight and that's all that mattered.He let out a roar as he swung his body around, throwing his fist towards the side of her head like a club. If he missed his body would spin to the side, leaving his back exposed. If it landed he try and grab her, and force her into a submission by grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back.

[Kaie]

So far so good. Her hits had landed and damage to her own body was minimum if not nonexistent. She watched his with a satisfied gleam in her eyes. The way he stumbled from her and worked to steady himself. The teetering of his hunched body, the flash of his teeth to let her know he wouldn't quit so easily. It was intoxicating. Her confidence grew and it became evident in her face. A slow smile spread across her features. A new glint in her eyes. Only now was she truly ready.

His check punches toward her head and shoulder were met evenly. Though she tried to do as her father said, to get off center and deflect to counter, the multitasking was throwing her off. She couldn't really time it just right. So instead she ended up raising her guard to let stray punches knock against her forearms. Punches of all speeds and strength rocketed her way. Each leaving it's own red mark on her skin, though no pain really accompanied the blocking.

"You talk a lot for a guy about to be on the losing end," She countered his nonsense too easily, eyes reading him rather than his words. He was moving. Hopping this way and that in a dance around her attack. And then he had gotten around her, causing her to practically spin all too quickly to watch her own back. She shifted a bit under her own speed to recenter herself. Her eyes watched him, hands up and she wildly looked for where he might counter. A roar alerted to confirm he did intend on attacking, and when he did she was ready.

The fist came like a club toward the side of her hand and for once in battle, she truly grinned. This was the punch her father specifically trained her for. The one he personally taught her to block and parry. He had drilled her over, and over, and over. Finally the day came where his lesson might prove useful. Here it was. A haymaker to put her to good use. She would not fail.

Kaie stepped in with a growl with both arms bent to receive him. Her forearms jammed into his swing, stopping him at his wrist and elbow. With his haymaker halted, she wrapped his wrist into her side, securing it with her hand. The opposite slid up from his elbow to his shoulder. Holding him, she brought him down toward her, knee jammed up to hit him in his center. Once, twice if she could. And if she succeeded there, she'd continue her assault. Working off his forced double over, Kaie would do her best to bring the hand on his shoulder back down with an elbow instead. A vicious attack on the soft tissue between the shoulder blades.[/color]





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[Nanak]

It hurt, the knee collided with his chest. Knocking the wind from his lungs, but he had no time to try and regain his breath. He quickly swung his free arm around her leg, locking it into his chest. He pushed himself forward with his legs, pressing his shoulder into her and taking them both to the ground. He pushed his arm down into her neck and swung his fist down at her ribs. "Losing end? Heh doesn't seem that way to me" he chirped. He mounted her, using his weight to push down on her neck. He would try to make her tap, or black out. Which ever came first, with a smile he looked into her eyes. "You have pretty eyes, for a slow fighter" he once again tried to get into her head, really just to make her angry. To see the rage build in his opponent was one of his greatest joys. He wondered if this would be the last time they fought, it was bitter sweet. He was enjoying this fight. His thinking was throwing him off, worrying about things to come in the future. That may or may not happen. It wasn't good, it distracted him from his goal. He growled at himself pressing down harder, he shifted his weight from his legs to his shoulders. The added weight would make it easier for him to be rolled off, but at the same time would apply more pressure to the neck. "So how is losing now? heh" he chuckled, flashing another smile. He grinded his teeth, he wanted her to give up, he could taste victory and she was keeping it from him. This would be his first of many fights that he considered worthy of his time. Female Myrians were known for their fighting abilities and for good reason. She countered him well, which made the fight so much more enjoyable.

[Kaie]

Okay, so maybe she was a little too cocky with her last phrasing. In all fairness, where was the fun in a good brawl without a little trash talk? It would be fruitless and uninteresting. Just a boring barrage of fists. With all the personality in this fight in particular, Kaie doubted it would go flat just yet. Judging by his quickly he recuperated from her knee blows and worked to counter so fast, something told her she was exactly right.

With one leg off the ground and his body moving forward, she was forced off her feet. That's not to say she didn't go down without a fight. With her arms free, one gripped around the back of his neck for balance while the other was raised high for an attack. Her elbow came down once, twice brutally on his exposed tissue just behind his neck. A nasty punishment for removing her balance. Yet the outcome was unchanged. With a hiss, Kaie hit the dirt under him. Before she knew it he was upon her with an arm on her throat. A quick punch to her ribs that earned a quick growl from her end. Her hands instinctively shot up to wrap around his arm in response. A quick inhale that sounded a bit more strangled came from her. She could see him getting off on all his power he had just found over her. Then came all the trash talk.

Kaie's brow furrowed irritably at his words. So quickly had the tables turned on her and her own words were shoved back down her throat. Almost literally. His forearm pressing upon her neck made it far too uncomfortable to attempt a vocal response. He was straddling her as she stared up at him hatefully. A fire raged in her eyes, causing the deep hues of amber to dance invisibly in the moonlight. Feeling his weight shift forward to choke her further, her fingers gripping tighter. Trying to create just a little bit of space. Even she knew that would work to no avail. The righteous fury building within her had reached its limit, and with no where else to go, she directed the flames at him. To reinforce her control. Her skill and her dominance.

Quickly one of her legs bent to wrap around his left one, and left hand gripped his left shoulder. Without warning she bucked her hips up, giving him no foreseen choice but to tumble off her. Kaie didn't stop there. Instead she held on. Fingers wrapped tightly around him until their half rotation was complete. One that would more than likely leave him on bottom and her on top. Straddling his hips, Kaie brought a fist down into his solar plexus. Hoping to distract him and emasculate him in front of the crowd right there, all by pinning his own wrists above his head. Leaving her looming just over his face with a coy, confident grin. One that teetered farther toward a warrior than a playmate. For he was her prey and she was going to prove it to him.

"Thanks but I wouldn't necessarily consider myself slow. You know, you really carelessly make yourself vulnerable. Makes my life far too easy."





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[Nanak]

His neck screamed in pain as she slammed down her elbow. His grin turned into a scowl. She was good, there was no doubt about him. In a split moment, he had been thrown from his dominate position and was now in an awkward one. She had him pinned down, then the air escaped his lungs as her fist slammed down into him. He coughed trying to get it back. A cute grin spread across her face as she looked down on him, getting close to his face. A smile grew on his face, she taunted him. Saying that he made her life to easy, that he was to careless. With a quick motion he threw his head up, his forehead colliding with hers. The force loosening her grip on his wrist, he yanked them free, and threw his palms into her shoulder pushing her back. He stumbled to his feet, the smile on his face shining brightly. He stayed low in a crouch. He growled the passion burning in his eyes, his breath now labored. He quickly charged at her, trying to wrapped his arms around her waist. His arms grabbed her tiny waist, and he twisted to toss her to the ground. His foot slipped from under him, causing him to crash to the ground with her on top of him. "Petch!" he shouted as his back bounced off the ground with a loud, dense thud. The air had been knocked out of him, he struggled to return it. He laid there with the young myrian in a position to end the fight, if she so choose to. He weakly grabbed her wrist trying to pull her onto her back and take control.