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[Nilika]

Timestamp: 63th, Fall, 513AV


Nilika moved through the forest with some difculties. Sighing from the long walk, she sat on an upturned root. This wasn't how she wanted to start her day off, sticky and funky. It was bad enough that it was already afternoon. She puffed up her cheeks in annoyance she should have just waited.

The wind picked up a little and blew her hair around her face. Pulling it back down, the Konti heard something hitting wood. Nilika got up and trended quietly close to the noise's origin.

She knew of the dangers here in the forest, and knew to get out right now. Unfortunately she wanted to know what was making that noise. She pulled out her suvai and approached it.

[Robert]

For someone day day might just be starting. For him, however the day was already running. In the forest, around a small camp area he set up there was a small tent. A set of spiked armor rested besides it. There was also a home-made training dummy made out of wood, and leaves with two daggers attached to each one of the dummy's wooden branches serving as hands. It was roating with every numb thud that came. A thud that came after every swing the man infront of it did with his longsword, quickly sidestepping to avoid the spinning dagger trying to cut him. He was shirtless, and obviously doing that for quite a while. Sweat appearing on his forhead, his cheeks red and his dyed white hair messy. if looked closer, the man already had some cuts alongside his right arm, and his chest. But the bleeding was minimal. Yet his sidesteps were slower and slower with every swing. He was obviously tiring himself out thinking himself safe in his little camp area. Having no idea there was someone shuffling around near-by.

[Nilika]

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Nilika was mildly surprised by what she saw. Some man was training. Taking a step closer, she didn't realize that she snapped a branch. The Konti was too busy noticing that he was bleeding.

[Robert]

With one last swing, he'd send the dummy spinning around, quite satisfied with his blow on the poor wooden thing. Though as the arm came in a circle at the man, he heard a branch snapping. Turning around to speak out "Who's the-..." Yet his question was silenced midway. The attached dagger came flying in an arch against the man's shoulder, a deeper cut than his small ones before. "Ugh..." He grunted out, dropping his sword onto the ground, and distancing himself from the almost dead-trap he build himself.

[Nilika]

Nilika rushed out into the clearing. The blood poured out through his wound. She carefully stalked over to him. As if approaching a wild animal.

[Robert]

He was on his knees, applying pressure to the wound and stop the bleeding. Dribbles of red blood soaked the ground bellow him as he sighed, and looked around. He saw no one. But he did hear the branch breaking. He was annoyed. Someone was there and he did not know who or what. With a pained grimmace, he'd force himself up to stand up, and speak out loudly. "Who's there?!" His voice echoed through the forest. "Come out!" He continued, hoping it isn't some sort of wild animal. He did note someone approaching, though. Slowly and carefully. His eyes trailing over the person coming at him. "Who...Are you?"

[Nilika]

"Nilika," she was way too focused on the wound. It seemed kind of bad. She held up hands as if a surrendering or harmless gesture. She really needed to help him.

[Robert]

He noticed her gaze over his wound. He'd shake his head. "I'm fine, don't worry." Even though he wasn't that fine. It did sting. Blood kept drippling down. Maybe he could ask for some help. "Do you...Have a bandage?" He asked.

[Nilika]

Nilika huffed. Why were men so stubborn? She walked over to him as she pulled out and a clean clothe. She moved away his hand and pressed hard on the wound. The Konti knew she needed to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. Since this wound was so big, it needed more that pressure to stop.

[Robert]

He didn't say much more as his hand was removed, and the clean cloth was placed against his wound. Who was he to say no to help. Though it made him wonder why such a young girl was all alone out in the woods. As she was tending to the wound, he looked around if there was anyone else with her. "I...Err...Thanks." He muttered, looking down. He did feel slightly silly.