Thwack, Hayl's hand connected with Aello's left cheek, pushing the flesh in such a way, that half of the girl's face seemed like that of a fish. She could feel her flesh inching into her mouth, and was surprised when she didn't accidently bite down on the side of her mouth; the flesh that lingered on the inside of her cheek. As Aello stepped back, away from Hayl, she could feel her face growing hot. She knew, even though she could not look and see for herself, that her cheek had taken on the shape of Hayl's fist; in red. She smiled weakly at the way it stung, at the fact that Hayl had actually managed to hit her. "That wasn't a bad punch," she commented absently, as she took a position a few feet away from him. Her right foot was about seven inches in front of her left, and each of her arms hung at her sides. The bloody blade was pointing behind her, waiting to be brought back into action. She smiled weakly, as she simply stared at her opponent, waiting for him to finish talking, waiting for him to try something stupid so that she may simply end it all.
"Now Hayl," Aello finally began, when she realized he had finished speaking. "Why would anyone take someone as loud as you on a killing spree, hmm?" Aello asked, as she tilted her head slightly to the side, allowing her long brown hair to tumble off of it again. "Someone who is simply too much of a beginner when it comes to the use of a blade?" There was only a slight pause before Aello added, "why would someone bring the likes of you? A man so weak, he can hardly hold his own with a woman, who more than likely, has not reached his age?" Aello's eyes seemed to sparkle playfully as she spoke to him. She lifted her right hand a little higher, and twisted her wrist so that the blade ran horizontally, in front of her body. She glanced down at it, at the blood, before raising her left hand to it. She pressed her ring finger into the metal blade, forming the tiniest of circles as she stared at it, not at all worried about Hayl, or his trying to attack her. Her right hand tightened around the hilt as she considered her next set of words, her smile widening, as she looked up at Hayl again, and dropped her left hand, allowing it to return to her side.
"As for the rest Hayl... you will not be getting a new shirt," Aello went on. "There is no need for someone to ever buy you such a thing, when you were the one foolish enough to get yourself into a dagger fight." There was a slight pause, "if you didn't want to have your things destroyed, you should not have made your way down this alley, you should not have let yourself remain in sight. And now, you must deal with the consequences of your actions, which means, that you will live with your ripped, and bloodied shirt." There was another slight pause, "and as for teaching, who in all of Mizahar would have the patience for a thief? Someone quite as unworthy as you?" Aello asked. "After all, you succumbed to the two simplest attacks in the book. Things that may easily be dodged. If you cannot defend yourself fully against them, then what can you do?" Aello asked, an icy edge making its way into her voice. "Considering you choose not to attack either..."
Aello fell silent for a long time after that. "As for suggesting something else... there is nothing that comes to mind, other than your simply learning from your failure. After all," Aello went on as she lifted her right hand, and twisted her index finger off the hilt of the blade, so that it may point at Hayl, "those two marks on your flesh will continue to sting. They will continue to bleed even faster, the more you exert yourself. The more you attempt to stay out of the blade's way, and land attacks of your own. Pretty soon, those two simple cuts will prove to be the very thing that brings you to your knees. The very thing that causes you to beg for mercy." There was a slight pause, "so Hayl, if you cannot win, why would you place a bet?" Aello inquired. "And why would you think that your opponent would so much as be interested in what you have to offer should she beat you? Which, in this case, seems more than likely?" Aello stopped speaking, although her mind did not. We should cut his tongue out for his stupidity, and feed it to the birds. Surely they wouldn't mind a tasty treat or two? Aello thought, as she considered chopping off Hayl's fingers as well, just for the fun of it.
OOCAello is a creeper. It is official now.
P.S. Hayl's move |