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Before battle

Postby Jiriki » Sat Aug 22, 2009 10:57 am

Ashe sits with closed eyes, her breathing finally slowing down as she calms the heartbeat inside her that's been drumming away inside her chest like some tribal drum that races along like a rampaging river. Inside her head she feels the tension finally start to drain away. Listening to herself breath seemes to be finally working. Just knowing that Devdan stands not far away, keeping others apart from Macallan and Rauvin away from her, giving her the space she needs so desperately to sort out the maelstrom that is her current emotional state of mind.

She searches within herself, deeper and deeper, seeking to isolate what it is that is bothering her and making her worry so much about this fight. What is it that is driving her insane about this? It's no different from a simple sparring match, she evaluates the situation, the possible outcomes and from the outside to those looking in, all they'll see is Ashe sitting, clutching at her knee's at first, then slowly becoming more relaxed. The torture fading from her lines to less tension, less stress.

Ahh... that's it, she keeps on the search until she finds what she's looking for, the spark inside that tears her up.

It's a memory.
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Re: Before battle

Postby Jiriki » Sat Aug 22, 2009 11:36 am

The conflict inside continues. The memory that was once covered, buried deeper under ten years of life.

In her minds eye, she see's herself step onto the roped off area. The ground crunches slightly beneath her feet, the air is cold, crisp. Her breath comes out in icey blasts of vapor and she looks around again, the faces eager for blood. The leering grins, hoping that come what may, some blood will be spilt. Looking down, the short sword in her hand looks too big for her small fist, only being ten has the usual draw-backs, but it also has it's bonuses. She's fast. Her half elf blood makes her nimble just as she's able to leap clear of things that come for her. Shame that didn't work when the Lord who visited the company the night before last.

Shame she didn't remember to keep her friend out of his line of sight. Shame also that she didn't remember to keep her mouth shut when he was caught 'working over' her friend who had turned him down. The lord was well known for his taste in pre-pubescent boys, but the captain of the camp had been given his orders. Ashe however - not being of any rank at all, therefore unable to know these things - found him doing it and she lost her temper. After being a victim of an attempted assault once before, and paying the price for it with a flogging for saving her own life she'd lost her temper and attacked the Lord.

Ashe therefore had, by the Lord's demand; been ordered to fight her friend, nothing too bad with that really, but this was to the death.

He was her only friend, he was the one she could turn to when there was no one else to talk with. He was her shield partner. He fought beside her when the company was hired. He held her and brought her food when she had been too sick last winter to keep herself fed, either by stealing from hearths around the camp or pimping himself out for food. After all, pre-pubescent boys were only marginally different from young girls. But he'd kept her alive. And for that debt she was grateful.

And so, she found with great reluctance her feet dragging herself to the centre of the roped off arena. Some of the younger members of the company were sullen, silent, others too drunk to care anymore were placing bets. Perhaps they were afraid of the Lords attention themselves, but either way. They were too looking to make some money. Her friend stepped closer to the centre. Unable to meet her eyes, the bruises had been healed from his face and so he was ready and fit to fight. The Company surgeon declared him fit.

Pietr stared at the sword in his hand.. his eyes full of fear and deep overwhelming unhappiness. She took a breath and assumed the first position, the short sword raised above her head, two handed and her feet in the correct position, Pietr at first seemed unwilling, but then with a final miserable glance to the Company captain and that hated Lord who sat smirking beside him. He too raised his sword to the answering aspect of Ashe's.

It was over quickly. She had been merciful. She knew that in her heart of hearts, but it was an uneven match. Pietr was not and never would be a swordsman. He was better with a bow, he could shoot a sword from a man's hand and fire off another two arrows a breath later. But she'd been ordered to kill her only friend.


That had nothing to do with this, this bout with Rauvin really, she knew it realistically, but the effect was still the same. Sparring with the father of her child was one thing, they'd come to an agreement since the time when Ashe'd been thrown about like a rag doll in the fields before the last Trial by stone, since then, they'd not go easy on eachother, but he'd not rage at her either.

She was scared. Totally scared of what might happen. Killing Rauvin, even though there were clerics about to fix that and prevent it, she was scared. She'd lost her temper in the last Trial by stone. Infuriated by Devdan the half elf had punched him in the face in a need to draw blood. But in a fight that didn't need it, Devdan had needed to break her collar bone and knock her out to put her down and keep her down. Rauvin had admired that, he'd respected her survival instinct. She breathed in again and then once more to clear her head, only seeing the lover she'd do anything to protect and knowing that facing him in this fight would result in her breaking his skin on purpose.
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