On the fifteenth day the expedition, Jaq awoke to the sound of someone crying out in pain. Without hesitation, and without a shirt, Jaq grabbed Memoria and leaped out of his tent, drawing the blade in a liquid smooth motion. What he saw in the ring of tents that had become the mercenaries side camp was a ring of stones with two men in the center and several mercenaries on the outer rim of it looking in. Michael and Shi'ala were both in the center wearing simple clothing much like Jaq's own shirt, meant for comfort and ease of movement. Michael, who was shaking unsteadily on his feet, was attempting to hold off viscous attacks from Shi'ala using what looked liek a practice sword made of soft wood. Not to few of the attacks made it in through the young wolf's defense and each one brought out a new cry of pain, though they were a great deal more stifled then the first. V, Niva and her sister Luavina, Jay and Gared all stood or sat on the outer rim of the stone circle watching. The sisters appeared to be focusing on Michael's injured leg, but every so often they would smile as the young man who had to many times tried to seduce them got struck by Shi'ala's wooden blade.
All but the two in the ring had turned to Jaq when he come charging out of his tent where nothing on his chest but the necklace that was Zagarek's sealed form. The mercenary captain, embarrassed by his display, sheepishly sheathed Memoria and moved back into his tent to grab his loose fitting white shirt. 'It is advised that you not do that again. Making such a mistake once is foolish, but understandable. Making it again will make you look incompetent.' Jaq responded to the mental sending with one of his own. 'Thank you.'
When he stepped out of the tent the second time only Luavina turned to Jaq, and she gave him a sly look that made him all the more embarrassed. Not for the first time he wondered how old the konti sisters were, and not for the first time he dismissed the thought before it could get him in trouble. He had learned that the two sister's divination manifested itself as a weak empathetic ability that actually grew stronger when they were together. It didn't help much when reading people they weren't familiar with, but with it they were able to bring their dual Suvai forms to whole new levels of intricacy and teamwork. Jaq took a seat on a rock beside Gared and looked to the old warrior with a questioning glance. "Sorry bout the noise Cap'n, tryin to get the wee un there in the ring with the other Cap'n back on 'is feet so to speak."
Several days of conversing with Gared had left Jaq with only a spare bit of knowledge on how to understand him. Thankfully where he while he was puzzling out the man's words V interjected with a translation. "There trying to get Michael back into shape. The sisters needed to see how his leg would do in a fight."
A thump from the ring brought Jaq's eyes back to the spectacle at hand. Apparently Michael's leg wasn't as good as it used to be, cause he was one the ground now clutching it with Shi'ala's practice blade pointed at his neck. His was several feet away on the other side of the circle. Luavina, having seen enough for the day, moved into the circle to more closely inspect the young wolf's leg. After a few minutes of studying it she shook her head and cursed. "It'll be at least another 4 days before he can fight again, perhaps longer before he's performing at his pique." The young wolf moved to say something about his performance but with a squeeze of his leg Luavina forced him to shut his mouth in pain. "None of that now. Remember I'm your doctor. If you want to get better you'll behave." Luavina did not let of the leg until she had secured a nod of assent from the injured mercenary. She helped the man to his feet and assisted him in getting to a nearby log on the outside of the stone ring.
When he was assured that Michael was well, Gared stood up and walked into his tent, one which eh shared with the youth. A moment later he came out holding another wooden sword, this one shaped less like the longsword the Wolves company used, and more like Jaq's katana. He brought it over to Jaq and held it out to him. "Twas think'n you'd be 'p for a bit of sparrin. Made dis meself."
Jaq looked passed the older man to V behind him for another translation. "He made that for you so you can get some non lethal practice in."
With a nod and a smile Jaq turned back to the old man and accepted the wooden sword. He inspected it for several moments before deciding it was a very nice piece of work. 'There seems to be little harm in practicing your sword skill. It can only improve your chances of surviving.' Jaq had actually thought about sparring, but had avoided joining in lest he lose and lessen the others opinion of him. People needed a Captain they could look to for help, not one whom they doubted. Now that they knew of his skill in Reimancy though, or for those who were a bit simpler of mind that he used magic, losing a sparring match was no longer as important to his image. He could risk losing to one of the to others. It begged the question though, who would fight him. The pale man had not failed to notice the fears the others sometimes regarded him with. They treated him well enough now, but Jaq doubted that most of those around the circle would be willing to face off against him without holding a fear that he'd resort to magic to win.
It seemed that the decision had already been made for him though. With a cough, Shi'ala brought Jaq's attention to the center of the ring where she stood. "Lets go Captain. Other people want a go before there shift to you know."
The leader of the wolf mercenaries greeted Jaq with a small, tight smile. It showed amusement while still keeping her stern demeanor about her. Jaq met the smile with a flamboyant one of his own and pulled himself to his feet and into the circle. When he stood facing Shi'ala he gave her a slight bow, gripped the practice katana and the hilt with his right hand and near the bottom of the handle with his left. He squared his feet and waited for his opponent to get ready. When she did they tapped swords and immediately dove in for an attack. Jaq came from above with a swing aimed for Shi'ala's shoulder. The woman deflected the strike and aimed one of her own at his leg. Jaq swept his katana around and knocked it aside that continued the swing with a spring, bringing it across Shi'ala's chest. She was ready though and stopped the attack with a two handed block. After holding Jaq back a for a few seconds in this position she pushed him off and aimed at his midsection with a lunge. Jaq barley moved out of the way in time to avoid the strike. He forced her to take a few steps back with a wild swing here and there, giving him a moment to breathe.
Shi'ala was skilled, better then he was that was for sure. It was no wonder she was in charge of the wolves. If this continued much longer Jaq would lose. Even as this thought crossed his mind Shi'ala charged in with a swing at his arm. Jaq twisted his sword around the blade, deflecting the momentum of the swing off to the side then aimed stabbed at her left shoulder with his own sword. He felt he made contact but just as the blade hit her, Shi'ala began spinning to the left, lessening the power of the blow and causing Jaq to take a step forward. She was at his blind side now, and he didn't have enough time to turn his head. He felt sure she was bringing the blade down on his back but if he guessed wrong he'd be hit.
from his spot on Jaq's neck, Zagarek was able to see what Shi'ala was doing. While he could not share his sight with Jaq, there connection was no were near the level required to do that, he could send a message to the mercenary. 'Duck down and sweep your blade around.'
Jaq complied with the instruction instantly, feeling a gust of wind brushing against the top of his head as the the wooden practice sword just passed over him. At the same time he brought his own practice sword around in a sweeping motion, taking Shi'ala's feet out from under her. She fell to the ground landing on her back. Jaq had the point of his practice sword at her neck a second later.
Shi'ala dropped the wooden longsword next to her and raised her hands near her head. "Yield." Jaq offered his hand and the wolf leader grasped it and pulled herself to her feet. "How did you dodge that last swing?"
Even as Jaq spoke the lie he felt his guilt deepen, he didn't like keeping secrets. "Luck. Its useful when one has such a large blindside."
"Apparently." Shi'ala retrieved her weapon and raised toward Jaq once more. "Again?"
Jaq and Shi'ala faced off five more times, and in each one jaq was trounced, beaten, and knocked to the ground. While he couldn't repeat his earlier success int eh first fight, Jaq felt a bit of pride at the fact that he and Zagarek worked well together, and despite the lies he had to tell to keep the beings existence a secret he was happy he had made the contract. Around the ring bets were made, each time with the odds favoring Jaq the victor decreasing to the point where they were no longer betting on his victory, and were instead betting on how long he last. It was a good learning experience though. By the time they ahd finished both parties were to tired to go on watch, and the rest of the mercenaries offered to pick up the slack in order to thank the two for such a wonderful show. Jaq ate a small bit off food and resigned only a little while later.
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