Rendra had been bemused to receive an invitation to meet up with one of the boys that had been in her weapons class, and all the more so for it being one who had so obviously been drooling over Rebecca. ”The idiot probably just wants some sort of details on that stupid chit, and probably figures that all girls are the bestest of best friends around this place… bah!” Grumbling under her breath, she stalked to the meeting place that had been indicated on the missive. Whatever the case, she was curious as to what this person wanted, and why he had indicated she should bring her daggers with her…
Stalking out into the courtyard, she smirked at the figure waiting for her. He smiled slightly in reply, “Hello Rendra, I am Dreadlord Arcon Dadread. I remember you from a weapon’s class, and I thought perhaps we could spar to improve our skills a bit. We don’t want to fall behind the other students now, do we?”
Blinking in surprise, she looked at him uncertainly before retorting, “When did you have time to notice that? If I recall correctly, you were busy drooling on your chit of a countrywoman.” She smirked, stroking the hilt of a dagger, “Why didn’t you ask her out here?” Rendra ran the tip of her tongue across her full lips, and smiled brightly… but with a hint of malice.
31 January 2009 (3:21pm GMT)
Rolling her eyes at the man before her, Rendra wondered if the fool thought she had been born yesterday, ”I thought Cairhieniens were supposed to be subtle and clever… getting promoted must’ve gone to his head.”
Still, she would be foolish to pass up a chance to train up her skills, even if it was with this arrogant creature. What she said, however, “And why should I trust that a half-blind man won’t ‘accidentally’ run me through, Peace of the Shadow or not?” She smirked, arching an eyebrow questioningly as she crossed her arms. Tapping a finger on a forearm, she continued, “Not that I think I’m worth your time or effort to kill, mind you, the half-trained child that I am…”
Rendra trailed off, stifling a mock-yawn for effect. “Regardless, I guess some small measure of trust must be garnered. As you said – this would not be the place for such plots… and I guess I’m bored enough to give you some of time for this.” Smiling crookedly, she uncrossed her arms and drew her daggers. She gestured at the taller man with a dagger, she started forward.
25 February 2009 (2:18pm)
Narrowing her eyes, Rendra wondered how she had lost the advantage. Oh sure, he was bigger, had a longer weapon, but with his sight issues and overwhelming ego, he shouldn’t be that hard to take down. “Maybe I’m just not trying hard enough. After all, I don’t really want to kill him… but he seems to be trying pretty hard to try his luck here!” She danced back, forcing herself not grip her blades quite so tightly.
She deflected yet another onslaught; The Grapevine Twines attempted to shove his sword aside with one dagger, while the other hand attempted to go for his tiny heart with Kissing the Adder. Unfortunately, his heftier weapon meant that her efforts were truly for naught, and almost cost her a hand besides.
Stepping back again, she suddenly dodged to Arcon’s left, ”Perhaps I can circle around to his blind side and get the advantage,” Rendra mused excitedly. Granted, she still had to get around his blade, and in no time the two found themselves dancing and slashing around each other in a circle. ”Perhaps around the other way, then…”
Rendra realized amongst all this dashing, slashing, and hacking that she’d never felt more alive in her life without the One Power in her. She immediately dismissed the idea of channeling at him to take advantage of the battle, however; he could channel as well, after all, and this was for practice, not for life or death. Still, she dashed and dodged, attempting to get around his blade…
And was rewarded with a sword-edge pressed firmly into her side as she was pressing the flat of one of her blade’s against Arcon’s neck. Laughing softly, she spoke towards his ear, “Shall we let each other free, then?” As she spoke, she gently moved the dagger away from his neck and stepped to the side away from his sword. Inspecting her blades, she sheathed them and smiled in delight, “I would say that was… edifying.”