#moralygray

[schuldigkun]

WIP Monday

Thanks for the tag @strixamans this is a Snipped from Darthiir lueth Dhaerow Her hackles rose. "How chivalrous of you," she sneered. "What are you now expecting of me? My gratitude?"

His smile dipped a bit. "Well, no ..." He shifted slightly, his smile ramping up once more. "Maybe. Don't you think I deserve some thanks?"

Her irritation with him skyrocketed at the lousy attempt of deflecting her ire. Throwing her dagger at a nearby tree, the blade sinking into the bark with a heavy 'thwonk,' she whirled, grabbing up her scimitars, facing him and brandishing them.

"You asked me to trust you," she hissed, placing one careful foot down in front of her. "You repaid my trust by nearly killing me! And you think I should be grateful to you?" She took another predatory step toward him, glad to see him suddenly wary. Flourishing her swords, she feinted, before twisting and lunging back toward him, swearing in her mother language as he dodged her easily.

"Easy, darling, you lost a lot of blood yesterday. You may want to reconsider and have a little nap instead." He continued dodging her swings, always just out of range. How could he move so fluidly? It had to be his vampiric nature!

"Rest is for the weak!" she spat. "Draw your weapons!" He let out a high laugh at her demand.

"That wouldn't be wise, dear. Thanks to you, I'm feeling quite ... satiated. Strong. In fact, I think I could keep this up for hours," he dodged another blow. "You, on the other hand ... won't last another five minutes."

His words needled at her, making her even more determined to have him pick up his weapons and fight her! "Draw your weapons!" she barked at him, losing control of her emotions. Not good, and she could only blame the blood loss. "Where's this famous 'fighting better' you boasted about? All I've seen so far is a coward who refuses to battle me!"

Finally, at last, her words seemed to wipe the smirk from his lips. He lunged to the side, dropping & rolling to snatch up his daggers, coming up & twirling them in his hands as he faced her.

She didn't allow him time to get his balance before rushing in, the sound of metal on metal echoing loudly in the clearing.

His eyes met hers over the crossed blades, and they regarded each other solemnly, briefly, before both shoved away from the other, and they started the dance of blades in earnest.

But it seemed he may have been right. Within minutes, she was lagging badly, a bit too slow to lift her blade in time to ward off a blow effectively, overbalancing when thrusting at him.

Elementary, stupid mistakes that would have had her severely punished in training. Her lips lifted in a rictus. "Fight me!" she snarled. ---------- Tagging @alwaysmauria @fartasticdurge @andauril