[1v1] Thrice is Choice (Soren/Lan)

[ramenli]

Soren did not often work out. But when he finally resorted to it he went at it, calling up his training sessions as a soldier, and simply taking things out on whatever dummy seemed to be handy.

He was not quite worked up into a lather but he had just enough of a sheen of sweat to make his bare chest glisten, shirt and even his fur discarded for now at one edge of the training grounds. he had kept his fragment with him though, clipped to the waistband of his pants. He had even removed his armguards and gauntlet, leaving on the heavy leg guards however as he needed to be accustomed to moving with the weight on him.

But deep down he was already thinking of bathing and getting clean of all the filth, and perhaps having a nice bit of apple crisp with a generous amount of oats in the crisp as he paused for a moment and readusted his pants on his hips.

Initative - 7

 

[ramenli]

Soren turned to look at the mare, panting ever so slightly, enough that his abs were rippling at the light exertion. A quick glance confirmed that the overwhelming majority of training dummies were open.

Which meant...what exactly. Probably some sort of Conquest challenge he knew nothing about. Fighting her was...difficult and his muscles were already burning faintly but he would not walk away from a challenge. "Aren't I your target?"  

[ramenli]

Well, if she intended to just stand there and look at him, Soren was going to rise to the challenge. He began walking toward her slowly, each step of his stride brimming with purpose. He nodded, they had been through this phase before. Sparring partners being better if they were people and not dummies, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

He was still not exactly close when he just started to charge, but maybe this was different enough that she would not expect it. Not expect him to just go for her, bare skin and everything, when she had made it abundantly clear that would not be tolerated. But he was physical and she needed to learn to fight against that as much as he needed to learn to fight against her sniping little arrows.

He lowered his shoulder, aiming for hers, not touching her with his hands lest he destroy her delicate Conquest sensibilities.

HP: 40
Damage: 9  

[ramenli]

She was infuriated and red in the face as she hurled insults at him, and it would have taken a much stronger stallion than he was to not be amused. He didn't show it too openly, didn't mock her, but he might have had a tiny smile playing across his lips as he tugged at her hair before she managed to completely distance herself.

That was probably a capitol offense for her.

"Learned you need to loosen up," was the reply. She was one of the few he liked well enough that he was learning to loosen up around her, which was a good thing. Despite their spars, that was all they were. The mechanics bothered him, that he had done so poorly, but what happened on the field stayed on the field.

HP: 40
Damage: 1  

[ramenli]

She grazed him with an arrow and insulted him and it was actually becoming difficult to be entirely serious. If she had been a death soldier, someone he knew, by now they probably would have been grappling with each other, maybe snorting with laughter as they acknowledged how ridiculous they were being. But she seemed to take it so very serious.

He spread his arms slightly, almost as if inviting an arrow...or showing off his topless body. "Unfair? How. Were you going easy Lan?" Actually that almost made sense, normally by this point she had done a fair bit of damage on her own.

HP: 39
Damage: 0  

[ramenli]

She was coming at him, fire in her eyes, but she was forgetting herself. Moving in to attack him in close quarters? A foolish mistake. Not calculated. What was she thinking?

He was kind this once, summoning his blade to lash out at her with. He could feel the blow connect, but maybe it would be enough to get her thinking again. "I won't go easy." Just because she seemed to be having difficulties actually attacking him did not mean he didn't know what she was capable of. She was a strong fighter, and he had to stay on top this game.

HP: 39
Damage: 5  

[ramenli]

Her arrow caught him, a deeper graze but again not as powerful as she was capable of. "I won't because I respect your abilities." That was all he needed to say on the matter, admitting it freely and openly...and not thinking a second thing about it. He was not the best fighter, he never would be.

HP: 37
Damage: Confusion  

[ramenli]

She was firing at him, using the distance to her advantage. It was a mistake to let that happen so he began moving toward her, this time actually summoning his khopesh.

It gave him a longer range, and as he neared he flicked his wrist, skating the blade through the air toward her.

HP: 35
Damage: 1