Well if they were going to train for the Flowerbirth attack, then they should fucking train. Unfortunately for Wessex, she’s still utterly useless in the daytime, when normal people play with weapons. But things don’t always go as planned, so it’s probably a good idea for the others to do some nighttime work as well. She comes into the settlement area, toting four large torches and a big-ass, fancy sword. That’s Roana’s fancy claymore, and Wessex is shameless in her display of it. What’s the point of a shiny thing if you can’t use it? She’s asking for trouble regarding it, of course, but what are they going to do, kill her? Hahahaha. Wessex sets the four torches up in a large circle, lights them with some flint, and then just… waits. It’s cold, it’s dark, and the Ascendant woman isn’t exactly familiar, quite possibly intimidating… she acknowledges to herself that there’s a very real possibility no one will show up. She whispered back, I am the storm |
Training The night is dark and full of terrors
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Training for the attack on the spire? Sure thing. Roana had been at the first attack and fought the spire beast once. She knew first hand what they were up against.
Training for the attack on the spire...with the bitch who stole Krosis? Oh yeah. Roana was there. Roana showed up early, her expression set into a scowl. She was dressed prepared to work, in layers that could be removed as she worked up a sweat in the cold, hair pulled back in a braid. The other sword she had, a standard issue broadsword, was in her hand at the ready. This wasn't just about training for Roana. This was about getting back what was hers; her legacy in a way. She came to win. Blue eyes glanced at the sword before looking at the face of the woman. The blonde hair seemed familiar, but the glance she had gotten wasn't enough to say this was her for sure. Not until she heard her voice. [say]"I am here to train I suppose, but I think you know what I am really here for."[/say] She said in a low tone. the Wraith
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Roana glowered when she saw that the other woman had actually stuck Krosis in the ground. Her lip actually curled in a snarl, fists clenching, adrenaline from her anger pumping through her veins. Such disrespect for a weapon that was worth more that her life!? It was just barely within the realm of her self-control to stop herself from lunging at the woman right then and there. She wasn’t so much worried that damage would come to the blade, its edge was not so easily dulled thanks to its enchantment. It was the blatant disrespect for a weapon of power – someone who knew so little about caring for a blade ought not have one at all.
A bet was made. Logically, Roana knew she was outmatched. It was night time against an ascended. As strong as she was, it couldn’t compare to her might. But she didn’t have a choice. She was going to get her sword back, one way or another. [say]”Fine.”[/say] she said, drawing her broadsword from its sheath. The fire of the torches glinted off her blue eyes as she stared down the ascended. Most anyone else would be trembling in their boots to be in her position, but Roana was different. There was no fear, no concern, no worry – just sheer determination. She had proven more people wrong in her life than she could count. She had become a high ranking military officer while in a family that espoused the traditional gender norms. She had survived a seven-story fall and an attach from the Great Stone Cat. Obstacles were meaningless to her. And that was all this ascended was – an obstacle. the Wraith
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02-24-2019, 09:15 PM
[say]"Oh now there're rules."[/say] Roana said dryly under her breath. Ground rules for getting stolen property back? How terribly convenient for the ascended. Must be so nice to decide when to and not to play fair; especially when fair wasn't really on the table to begin with. But other than that quiet little quip she said nothing. She simply nodded her head in agreement. Whatever. Rules-schmools. She just needed to best her in order to get her sword back.
Cold. Pain. None of those things were going to stop the former Captain from achieving her goals. At the word to go, Roana didn't hesitate, charging forward with practiced speed and power, broadsword at the ready. Her blue eyes were narrowed with steely determination as she charged the ascended woman. Roana swung the shorter blade at the woman's mid-section, feinting at the last second with a quick twist, raising the broadsword to slam it down towards her shoulder. Her aim was to use the claymore's length to its disadvantage, staying in close to the woman to make it much more difficult to wield. @wessex the Wraith
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02-26-2019, 12:36 AM
This Ascended didn't know what she was in for frankly. Sure, the night gave her some advantage, but that was all the advantagr she had. Last time she had surprise, last time she had threats. This was just between them now, and what this Ascended didn't know was that she was far from the first of her race that Roana had fought. What were Ascended here were Bloodfiends in Northwind. The extra speed, the extra strength, the inability to feel pain - it was all the same. How many drills had she done against Bloodfiend warriors? How many midnight training sessions to learn to trust one's other sense? How long had she studied their movements and methods, their strengths and weaknesses?
This Ascended was just a Bloodfiend with a piss poor attitude in need of getting her ass handed to her. And that was something Roana had always been quite good at. She was a woman after. She had to be better than best. The woman parried, predictably so. The blades on her hand - which were nice for show but terribly inefficient and only good for fighting off unskilled muggers in back alleyways - wouldn't get anywhere close to the former Captain. As soon as the edge of her broadsword touched Krosis, Roana spun backwards to her left on featherlight feet, the blow not stopping but moving in a fluid follow through. Her steps brought her behind the Ascended, the broadsword swinging towards her completely unprotected left side. Her feet didn't stop though. Roana stayed in constant movement, already prepared to dodge or parry or feint left or right. The Ascended was being closely studied. Every twitch of muscle, every slight lean, every tiny bit of physical favoritism was seen, scrutinized, and anticipated. For each possibility, Roana had multiple plans of attack to follow. Practice makes perfect they say, and practice had been her entire life up to this moment. She didn't need to have the sword offered to her. She didn't need concessions. She was getting her sword back even jf it meant hacking off this woman's limbs. It had never been training for Roana. It had been a fight from the first second. the Wraith
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03-03-2019, 08:56 PM
Her weight being on one food simply meant she was ready to dodge. As Wessex swung the claymore at her knees, Roana jumped, moving both up and slightly forward. The follow-through of her swing at her opponent was what carried her forward, landing once more within fatal distance for her broadsword, and a bit too uncomfortably close to use the claymore well. Again she swung the broadsword, twisting on one foot as she did so. The added momentum from spinning around would make the impact of the blow all the more powerful.
But even as she did so, determined blue eyes stayed locked on the Ascended, ready for anything. the Wraith
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03-11-2019, 08:07 PM
The broadsword slammed against the smaller blades with a loud clang, but Roana's focus had shifted slightly. She had dropped Krosis. Her goal had been to get the blade back. Whether she won or lost the fight was irrelevant if she could just take it back. Her response was instantaneous. She saw Wessex reveal the twin blades and swing at her torso. Quickly she twisted backwards, both hands still on the hilt of her broadsword. The blades caught her shirt, tearing the fabric, but otherwise skidded harmlessly past her skin. The maneuver threw her weight backwards, and in response she shoved her arms forward. The hope was that with the broadsword entangled in her opponent's blades it would pull her in the opposite direction.
Regardless when she fell out of reach of the hilt, she let the broadsword go, quickly tucking into a backwards roll. The maneuver took her right to her blade which she was quick to snatch up. It was like reuniting with an old friend, a wicked grin curving her lips. The weight of Krosis seemed to not affect Roana as she rose with it with ease, holding it in a defensive position in front of her. [say]"Looks like I got what I came for."[/say] the Wraith
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