[1v1] Fourth is Final (Soren/Lan)

[ramenli]

Conquest was not above Death, and he did not like that insinuation. "Yet Conquest finds me and approaches," he growled lightly.

But if he was going to challenge, he would not dawdle as she did. She was trying to reposition herself, but she would just be met with another heavy punch from his armored hand, a bit lighter, but still a blow. "No Conquest could hope to rein me." Death...a priestess might, but even then it was him passing over the lead. It was not stripped from him.

HP: 25
Damage: 4  

[ramenli]

Her voice was flat, just telling information without understanding, and finally something she said truly crawled under his skin. He gave her a look that bordered on disgusted.

"You don't know what it means to be a soldier." It seemed like Lan was going to get a few words out of him. "How can you understand them if you just see them as pawns. Soldiers are a living unit, not toys to destroy like a petulant child. They are controlled with respect. Rank only gets a leader so far."

HP: 23
Damage: Disappoint  

[ramenli]

Her words mollified him, knowing that she knew not what she spoke of. It still bothered him, but if she was working to better herself? That was commendable.

They were cut from completely different cloths. Him the soldier, willing to follow whom he respected, her the noble that expected it. Conquest soldiers did more than he ever could, he would not have been able to follow her, not as a soldier. Not because of who she was related to. Death priestesses had something special to be a priestess, a leader, but the daughter of a priestess was not guaranteed that role.

Still, she would need to prove that she was working to understand, prove she was worthy to lead a soldier. "I know. We're not compatible." An understatement that, and he lashed out again with his fist.

HP: 20
Damage: 3  

[ramenli]

Her voice, the tone that she used, she was talking about someone special. It was easy to hear and while he did not agree with her, did not agree with Conquest's methods, that was what she knew, and she was trying to sort it all out.

The arrow tore through his flesh, a feeling that was becoming far too familiar for comfort. "Pure logic, pure heart...neither is a good option. Knowing which one to use when...that is what makes a leader." He would argue with her to some degree, but she was just going to have to learn the lesson herself.

But for now he would just remind her that she had more work ahead of her, that her blood did not get her everywhere she wanted to go. If she wanted to improve there would be work. He moved forward, reaching for her, an arm going around her shoulders and jerking her to him as his other arm brought his blade into her side, sinking into her flesh.

HP: 18
Damage: 10  

[ramenli]

Soren snorted at the idea that that could somehow have romantic undertones. When he held a mare...she knew it. His hold relaxed easily as she pushed away, eyeing her as she moved back, making sure she was steady on her feet.

"Medea said we could regain the four," he rumbled, one of the tidbits he had clung to. To go back to Death. It would be different to leave behind those that he knew from here, but to go back to what he knew?

To go back to reaping?

It was hardly a contest.

He moved back a step, looking down at her still. "You show promise as a leader." He did not think she was quite there yet. "If you want to train again you know how to find me." Not that he could guarantee a great fight, they seemed to go back and forth a bit, but for something different? For something without the niceties of Conquest? There was some value in that.