[1v1] Twice is Fate (Soren And Lan)

[ramenli]

Soren really didn't train that much. In fact, he had no intentions of training today. He was just passing by the training field, on his way to somewhere else, when he glanced over and saw the noble firing shots into a practice dummy.

Sparring with her was different, a style he was not well matched with, distance fighting with her arrows but she found a way to make them work up close, knew her bow as a weapon in and of itself. It was a challenge, and fighting someone, someone who was capable of beating him, was much better than sparring alone. Seeing if he could get a rise out of her, seeing if he could make anger flash in her eyes...well, those from Conquest were too well put together anyways.

"Rematch?" He called out casually, lounging with his back against a tree at the edge of the training area.  

[ramenli]

No warning and the arrow was flying through the air faster than he could react, tearing into the edge of his arm, pinning his arm to the tree before the arrow disappeared. It was an answer to his challenge at least.

That was...not good. That meant that he was far away from someone that was a distance fighter, and he was not a fast mover. So he reached up, quickly plucking an apple from the tree and hurling it at her as he started to close the gap between the two of them.

What a waste of a perfectly good apple.

HP: 34
Damage: 1  

[ramenli]

Seeing her admiring it, turning the ridiculous attack into something almost graceful, just reminded him of how very Conquest she was. And really, her words didn't bother him, he knew apples.

Soren liked them apples.

Soren did not have the cushion to him that she had on her chest, and the rain of apples was actually almost painful. But they were very distracting. and he could not help stooping down to get one, chomping into it and devouring a large chunk with a single bite. But no, this whole rematch could not just be about apples.

Or could it.

He scooped up several more she had knocked loose and began walking toward her, pelting them, not even caring if one or two missed.

HP: 28
Damage: 3  

[ramenli]

"Think you can handle my sword?" If it was his blade she wanted, he could comply. He summoned the hard extension of himself, the Fear solidifying as he grasped it firmly.

She hated having her clothing ruined, but he had done that before. No, this time as he swung, toward her thigh as she might be guarding her chest more, he struck her with the flat of the blade. It was not too hard of a blow, probably just a sting of pain, probably leaving a faint red welt where it had struck.

HP: 28
Damage: 3  

[ramenli]

Lan was giving him an odd look, making him wonder what she was thinking about in that head of hers. It almost made her go easy on him, the arrow barely tearing through his flesh.

Well, he was not going to pass up the opportunity. The blade tossed to his left hand and he punched with his right, the hard armor of the gauntlet giving her the oh-so-precious distance she needed so they were not touching, though he had no idea if she would see it that way. He was a hand to hand fighter, this was what he did.

HP: 27
Damage: 4  

[ramenli]

He was not the stallion Lan wanted, he was the stallion Lan needed.

The arrow ripped into him, burying deep into his side, piercing somewhere that probably should not have been pierced as pain blossomed from the wound as the arrow faded away. Liquid began to leak out, swifter than it should have from such a small wound, and he was forced to take a step back, palm pressing against the hole as he applied pressure to try to stop it.

Someone seriously needed to teach this mare that not every touch from a stallion was a bad thing.

HP: 20
Damage: haha  

[ramenli]

Soren snorted under his breath, lashing out with a sweeping motion at her other thigh, this time the flat of the curved blade catching her a bit harder than before. "You haven't earned it," he said honestly. He stamina, and he was not just going to lie back and take it. Soren was not the taking type.

HP: 17
Damage: 5