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[Erato]

Erato’s eyes tried, with great difficulty, to remove themselves from Devmond, but the task proved to be impossible. The mere inches he moved closer seemed to bring his golden eyes a mile nearer, as if they had been occluded by the slope of some horizon formerly unknown. Though his voice was softer, they echoed far longer, and suddenly the smooth movement of his lips was fascinating. The divide of attention brought further difficulty in the konti’s comprehension (save for her unspeaking gut, which knew precisely what was going on due to much lesser anticipation learned from the reading of romance novels that would never be admitted to), and for a few very long moments, she did nothing but stare with steadily widening eyes.

Men weren’t supposed to look like that—not at her. Anger she could react to, reason she could respond to, but she had never had an interaction quite like the one she found herself in now. Part of her brain had registered his words as a compliment while the rest was trying to pay attention to the steadily strengthening tingling of her scales. The problem with that, however, was that its message was terribly confused because her chest was growing warm at the same time chills were running down her spine, which also happened to occur at the moment Erato realized that she was blushing again. The sensations made her dizzy, but a more pleasant kind of dizziness where, rather than not knowing the difference between up or down, she wasn’t quite sure if she was up or down. There was a kind of lightness to the new speed her heart had started going, and to actually remain on the ground with this very strange buoyancy seemed to be a blatant disregard of logic.

As for what was going on outside of her head, she wasn’t quite aware. Her eyelids had drooped slightly, shoulders curving inward. She couldn’t remember feeling particularly tired, but remembering that wasn’t important because she could see and comprehend little more than the face in front of her. What was that he had said about healing? She only hoped he wasn’t about to mention the akalak again.

[Nil'kayn]

It had all planned out as Licen had thought it would have except one thing...Kayn was faster. He had watched Licen had skidded closer on the mud. Brining his axe back he had swung downward, Licen had pulled it downward with his kama causing even more force behind it. The Axe slammed into the ground. As Licen had punch the axe, Kayn had already let go. Bringing back his foot he had shoot it out towards Licen's chest with full force behind it. As Licen was shocked by the pain it caused. Kayn ripped the axe from the ground letting earth shower all over. He stood over Licen his axe high in the air, "Do you Submit?"

[Licendous Gestral]

This, this licen hadn't planned for the kick sent him flying back skidding through the mud sitting at the edge of the ring, he wasnt prepared for the sting of pain that surged through him but it was bearable. A small trickle of blood fell from the corner of his mouth as he smiled. Taking a deep breath, he rose again. His plan failed, understandable due to the fact he was new with the weapon. Half smirking the red from his eyes vanished and replaced it'self with the green of normal. LIcen was having a lot of fun even though he'd never admit it. His kama skills needed work but by sheer good fortune the kick has sent him sliding towards his glaive.

Sliding the kama back into his pants he rose and plucked the glaive from the earth, yawing the side of his boot to scraope the eart from the blade he twirled it over his head. Would he submit? Never. Gripping the shaft opf the glaive at the base and half way up the shaft he swung the blade in an arc from his low right to his high left. "Do i submit? Only when you do." beaming a smile he repeated the single motion strikes, low left to highright and low right to high left, like an X-formation.

[Nil'kayn]

Kayn grinned, releaseing his shield, he stood on gaurd his axe in one hand his sheild covering much of his body. His axe was a cumbersome, but lethal. He stood his ground waiting for another attack. The ground was muddy, and dangerously slippery. He saw no use in chargeing, but he knew that Licen would need to attack him soon. His arm ached, the shield haveing taken its toll. After this round he would use his sword. That he was atleast use to handleing, and he was very dangerouse with it.

[Licendous Gestral]

Licen circled around the outside of the circle slowly, watching observing trying to spy any weakness at all. Nil was strong he knew that from the bet to the ribs, thank izurdin he has bones stronger than a normal man, or else they would have been shattered. Holding the glaive in much the same style as the scythe he circles slower, trying to get a fix on any weak spot, his chest throbbed and e had small bleeding cuts but nothing major. He knew that if it came to sword combat nil would most likely be the victor, the sword alone spoke legions about him.

The mud beneath him was perfect fro a sliding strike much like he had done before however, like last time it would possibly fail. Processing a million thoughts a minute he had a stare down with nil , his glowing eyes seeming to burn with excitement and the small gin signaled his state of mind. Licen was still new to most of these weapons and hadn't used them efficiently, but he was slowly improving . The gentle blow of the wind, the clear signs of motion. Licen was calm he knew that the axe was devastating and his best bet was to fight from range. Licen wouldn't be the one to strike now he'd wait for a simple motion from nil then force him to make a mistake. As he knew that the moment it went to sword combat Licen was through.

[Devmond Incarnata]

Erato’s face, for a moment, had opened to reveal himself as she saw him, a more perfect version suddenly worthy of such a gentle sigh that escaped her mouth. As her shoulders drooped, Devmond curled around her earnestly. His fingers unsteady in lifting her chin to see again that expression charging into heated veins that left him melted to one consistency. He felt only his lips and their desperate need to be near her, and kissing the first thing it fell upon, tasting what he could not see. The silver of her scales that hung above her left eye now shadowed from the lights in the firmament.

[Erato]

It was a sweet embrace, not all that physically different from their position in the camp, but it felt entirely different to the konti. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if her mother would be pleased or mortified to know she had gained such closeness and fondness for Devmond in so short a time, but the circumstances were pressing. For all she knew, Devmond was the only close and gentle male in the world, and Avalis had been the one to guide her to him. But it was too soon and too distracting a moment to truly ponder the consequences of her current actions (and her gut liked to explain things through actions more than words anyways).

Erato’s eyes closed when she felt his lips, another chill skittering through her nerves. Surprisingly, the disorienting sensation didn’t cause tension, but relaxed her hands, her back, her lips. She didn’t need to ask any questions, wonder about his motives; it was really rather clear that her feelings towards him were pleasantly requited. That fact didn’t make the tingling in her scales stop, as it only worsened when his lips drew near. And that did something even Erato would never have expected.

Something bubbly formed in her chest, which began to shake with an unfamiliar sound. Erato had always found it to be annoying, that high pitched and loud giggling young konti loved to engage in after some whispered gossip, and had never found reason to engage in it herself. It seemed so trite, shallow, that to feel it gaining utterance from her throat was almost enough to distract her from Devmond’s touch. Thankfully, however, it came rather softly, trembling with that same light tickling she felt on her scales.

[Nil'kayn]

Kayn could see that Licen had no plans to attack either. Chargeing was a double edged sword; it can suprise an enemy, but it can also give your attacker time to counterattack, in a bayyle a charge can also break lines and such, but with a dual it was not so. He had no wish to charge, but he also had no wish to stand in a stalmate when he could be training. He held his sheild in his left hand covering him from knee to chin, his battleaxe in his right, holding it cloe to his body ready to swing. He saw no other option; as soon as Licen stepped into the circle he would start to walk forward in a shuffleing motion. Allowing him to move forward on the muddy ground and be able to recover from a slip, or be able to brace himself for an attack if need be. He was not very sweaty the cooling night air drying it off, his feet covered by his boots made noises as they moved through the mud. The ground was muddy, and he not once but thrice would slip in the mud as he made his way towards Licen. Kayn swung his sheild from guarding position towards Licen, that then left his open and brought his axe back and swung downward, aiming for Licen's head.

[Licendous Gestral]

"Nil, shall we make this the last round? we need to get underway." Watching nil swing his shield at him licen blocked the impact with his left arm,letting the momentum of the shield shove him behind nil, lifting the glaive lightly he rose it to nil's throat. Slimiling lightly he jut held it there the axe blow was futile. Licen had positioned himself in the position to win. He lte his weapons drop and wlaked out the ring. Facing nil he smiled lightly. "Nil, i hope i never fight you for real, i'd loose something, and hopefully it's not my life." Gathering up his weapons licen put them back into the bag on his horse before heading down to the stream again to wash off the mud. Licen was impressed to say the least, nil, he had great skill perhaps more so then licen himself.

Perhaps i should be wary of that man, he speaks softly but he carries a big stick. Thinking he wouldnt notice anyone. Perhaps licen should train harder he was after all not used to the weapons. and needed more skil before he challenged others...

[Nil'kayn]

Kayn smiled grimly at the blade to the side of his neck, "Yes we should sleep soon, we can head out in the morning." He started to gather his weapons storing, and putting them back with his things. He tidied up camp gathering some dry dirt and sprinkling it over the mud to make it more stable. He cut what meat was left from the beasts body eating much and packing away the rest. It would not last long, but it would make a good meals for few days to come. He stoked the fire feeding it more wood for the night. He clapped his hands together after his work was done a smile spreading across his face, but a dark thought from Nil interrupted him. Where are Devmond and Erato? He instantly remembered the woman and "spider", cursing himself for forgetfulness. Grabbing his sword and without a word to Licen and Amb he stalked into the night after the two. A whole list of possible things ran through his head from murder, rape, kidnapping, or maybe just running away. t seemed the woman had not liked him much; this he did not understand. He had done nothing to offended her only to look after her well-being. He continued to walk, but after a time he could find no sign of him. His searches grew more frantic, but it was futile they where both long gone. He leaned against the tree, his anger rising. He knew where they where headed, the only place near here and in this direction; Zeltiva. He walked back to camp, rolled himself in his cloak, anger still burning in his chest. He said no words to his companions. But as he attempted to sleep, the fire within his chest burnt out and calm overcame him. This woman had either been a victim or she had left. He would go to Zeltiva attempt to find out her fate, but after that he would either take revenge or leave depending on what he found.