55th of Winter, 515AV "Stupid Zeltivans... Why can't they just come over to us so we can check them for swords?" Sonya thought grumpily to herself as she squeezed through a flock of children dressed every color of the rainbow chasing a very distressed stray cat. Every time a ship docked, somebody would get found with a blade. It was almost a ritual occurrence, and one that saw countless quality blades flowing into the Sharp Blade headquarters. In the past, the monks of Laat would round up the blades themselves and send them North in exchange for easy access to mercenaries that liked to live in the martial Quarter. Unfortunately, ever since their recent defeat at Laviku Avenue, the Easterners cut off most exchange with the order of the Sharp Blade and moved impressively slow in whatever deals they did make. This included outright ignoring contraband weapons, which meant Uphis monks had to enter Eastern territory and conduct searches themselves; Uphis monks like Sonya. Two other novices had offered to accompany her, but Sonya vehemently refused at the sight of concern on their faces. "What, like I can't handle myself alone?" she thought irritably as she waited for a brace of young men toting a pair of exceptionally long rugs under each arm to stop blocking the intersection. As usual, the Eastern Quarter was a firestorm of activity and people shouting unintelligible merchant-speak at each other. In an alley Sonya spotted an almost spherical woman with her hair in a messy bun was beating a pole-like man over the head with a broken frying pan while roaring something about warranties. The Easterners had an obsession with contracts that Sonya could never wrap her head around, and here she couldn't help but shake her head in confusion as she approached the docks, the smell of sea spray and wet marble filling her nostrils. Enormous men in sweat-soaked shirts swarmed the bustling port like ants, hauling crates on crates from ship to wagon to ship again in an endless cycle of trade. Scattered throughout the docks in stark contrast to the lime and yellow-clad workers with gleaming arms were brown monks of Laat barking orders, many with clip-boards. The Uphis monk took a deep breath and folded her arms in front of her chest as her pace quickened. "Just keep walking like you belong here, and they won't even notice you're there." she reassured herself, gaze fixed on the ground in front of her. From a distance, they all looked the same, so as long as she didn't attract too much attention they'd just mistake her for one of them, right? Maybe deciding to enter hostile territory with no backup wasn't the best decision she could've made... This thought process was abruptly halted by a collision with a fleshy body in hard fabric. "Oi! Watch where you're going!" barked the monk Sonya had strolled right into. "Shyke." Sonya muttered something resembling an apology and tried to push past the man, but an outstretched arm stopped her. "Hey, at least pay some attention when you crash into your- wait a chime..." Sonya sighed and turned to face the monk of Laat. He was a bald, gruff-looking man with a long scar cutting across his cheek and skin bronzed by exposure to the sun. He had black stubble and eyes just as dark which were squinting at Sonya's weapon. "Blade..." he muttered. "What's a monk of Uphis doing here?" he hissed. "Weapon inspection." Sonya shot back coolly. "You Easterners haven't been checking for contraband." "Maybe we haven't, maybe we have." the Laat monk jeered with a shrug as he stalked around her. "The docks are ours to manage as we please. You Northern monkeys don't like how we do our business, you can cry to Papa Uphis about it, and then you can go petch yourselves. Now, scram." "You want me to cave your face in?" Sonya growled through clenched teeth, eyes flashing angrily. "I didn't walk all this way through this spineless batshyke miser-ville to go back empty-handed." "What'd you say, ya butch brain-dead blade-licking bitch?" the monk snarled, face inches away from Sonya's, droplets of spittle pattering on her skin. She retorted by headbutting him. The monk reeled back, firing off a flurry of muffled curses as he clutched his nose. She tried to walk past him again, but was forced to bob away from a furious hook from the monk, who seemed determined to fight her with one hand. Sonya chuckled at the prospect with a smirk on her face and had barely raised her hands when she heard the clack of sandals behind her. Sonya's eyes widened in surprise before she was thrown forward by a massive impact to her back, the thump behind her telling the monk of Uphis that someone had just launched themselves feet-first into her. She quickly threw her arms up to shield her face at the sight of a fist flying towards her from the front, the monk hissing in pain as he hit hard steel. He quickly threw his arms around the disciple of Uphis, pinning hers between their chests, a livid grin on his face. Sonya struggled fruitlessly for a couple ticks, eliciting a laugh from the monk holding her before she frowned and kneed him right between the legs. His laughing instantly turned into an agonized wheeze as he sank to his knees, arms limp around Sonya's waist. She stepped back easily and chuckled briefly at her fallen adversary before turning around... Only to reel at another impact, this time to her chin. The world flashed white for an instant, and when Sonya's vision returned her mouth tasted like copper. There was another monk facing her, this one clean-shaven with a sharp face and a shock of blonde hair. Sonya narrowed her eyes and cocked her head at this new adversary, feet starting to shift into an aggressive stance when the world went turning again. The monk she thought she'd dropped had managed to hurl himself onto her legs and caused her knees to buckle. Sonya could do little more than cry out in shock and throw her hands out in front of her before hitting the cobblestones with a loud whump. She immediately curled her arms around her head to protect her head from the kicks that immediately followed as she fought to free her legs from the monk on top of them. Going into the Eastern Quarter alone was definitely one of her worst decisions. While she could hold her own in a duel, without help there wasn't much she could do against a coordinated pair. The situation was quickly going sour for Sonya, and unless circumstances changed she'd be hard pressed to do much other than eat more kicks and stomps. |