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

[ramenli]

The glare seemed only to kindle the fight in him and his sword shifted hands as he reached out with his right to grab her, whatever he could reach. Wrist, arm, shoulder, his paw of a hand would grab anything to pull her closer, his blade moving forward to thrust into her.

HP: 33
Damage: 8  

[ramenli]

The slap stung him, and he did not like it. She threatened to overstep her own bounds like that, and her furious cry did not exactly make him sympathetic to her plight.

He dismissed his sword but still held on to her arm, in fact trying to jerk her slightly forward. "If its a problem why do you touch me?"

HP: 29
Damage: 2 + QUESTIONING  

[ramenli]

Going limp was never an option, he could understand that. He released her arm, only to catch on to the wrist of the hand aiming at him with her claws, holding her a bit too firmly to be comfortable.

"No. But battle has different rules." He knew she hated what he was doing,, knew that he was probably crossing so many lines that she would be forced to retaliate after their spar, but she was being ridiculous. When it came to battle she had to be ready for when her Fear was so weak that her weapon gave out, for when her enemies were so near that she could not fire arrows. It was almost baffling at how much she was trying to resist him.

HP: 29
Damage: 3  

[ramenli]

A cool look passed over his face and he released her completely, stepping back. Creating that distance she craved. So she thought fighting a hunter would be better? "Hunters destroy everything," he replied. They were like termites, tiny, insignificant, and somehow destroying whatever they set their eyes on. Her insult had done its job. He was insulted.

HP: 23
Damage: bbl, too busy being wounded  

[ramenli]

"No need to beg for it," he said, needling her in response to his own verbal bruises. But if it was his sword she wanted, she was going to get it. Summoned he moved forward before making a diagonal cut. Touching her was off limits. Marking her was off limits. Ruining her clothing was off limits.

He was just going to ignore the limits for now and do what he wanted with the mare.

HP: 23
Damage: 8  

[ramenli]

She hit him again, but he could see her growing weak. She had not realized that somehow in there small dance across the training feel she had been retreating slightly all along, until he had his hands on her again, not caring that she would be infuriated. As he pushed Lan backwards her back would met a tree, and there would be no where else to turn.

"Guardians don't take orders from Nobles." He informed her as he looked down at her, letting his strength take control of the situation as his voice dipped down into a rough, quiet whisper. "Dirty, low-class, vulagar...what I did worked."

HP: 20
Damage: 6  

[ramenli]

The things priestesses taught him had absolutely nothing to do with manners, he me might have faintly smiled at that. But she seemed to be pouting a bit, and he was reminded again of just how young she really was. A Conquest filly trying to fill a mare's shoes.

"We'll have a rematch to settle," he said as he started to pull away. Now that he had one victory under his belt he really did not mind, win or lose, but it was bound to be interesting if nothing else. "Be ready for me."