43rd of Winter, 513 AV
She promised. The young konti promised! Chy'lah promised she'd be at Tuvya Sasaran. The little konti knew how important it was for Orabelle to get the hang of fighting. Orabelle wanted- no, she needed to learn how to do some unarmed combat, it was one of the requirement -at least she heard- to become a citizen of Riverfall, and after a seasons of being in Riverfall she just knew she had to become a part of it. She loved it here. The attention she got, and the safety she felt was all apart of the big reason she loved it here. If unarmed combat is what it takes to stay here, then so be it. Orabelle will demolish this skill and take the kuvan test. She set her mind to it and today she will do it.
The first step into the Tuvya Sasaran and Orabelle just knew it was not for her. The men and some women bellowed, swiftly kicked and punched. Orabelle could of sworn she saw an akalak man break another man's leg. There was a small look of horror on her face as she watched the extremely competitive fighters."No, no." She murmured, covering her face."Chy'lah you dope!" Orabelle was furious.
She walked around trying to find someone, but everyone was so busy. The Akalaks who dominated the place paid no attention to her at all, sadly. The small group of humans didn't either, so she sat and watched a few fights. It was even painful to watch. She cringe and squeaked when someone was getting their butt handed to them. No one looked like they were inflicting pain but fighting was just a sensitive thing for Orabelle. Yeah, her temper is outrageous but never in her life has it caused her to act violent and use such creative moves. If she were ever to master unarmed combat, she would use it more for defense. Those were the battles she had kept her eyes on. Some people were using there whole body, while others who she assumed were more experienced just flicked their wrist and stopped the move before it could really make a blow. Those were the fights she kept an eye on. Less attack, more defense. Little by little, Orabelle became less sensitive to fighting.
She promised. The young konti promised! Chy'lah promised she'd be at Tuvya Sasaran. The little konti knew how important it was for Orabelle to get the hang of fighting. Orabelle wanted- no, she needed to learn how to do some unarmed combat, it was one of the requirement -at least she heard- to become a citizen of Riverfall, and after a seasons of being in Riverfall she just knew she had to become a part of it. She loved it here. The attention she got, and the safety she felt was all apart of the big reason she loved it here. If unarmed combat is what it takes to stay here, then so be it. Orabelle will demolish this skill and take the kuvan test. She set her mind to it and today she will do it.
The first step into the Tuvya Sasaran and Orabelle just knew it was not for her. The men and some women bellowed, swiftly kicked and punched. Orabelle could of sworn she saw an akalak man break another man's leg. There was a small look of horror on her face as she watched the extremely competitive fighters."No, no." She murmured, covering her face."Chy'lah you dope!" Orabelle was furious.
She walked around trying to find someone, but everyone was so busy. The Akalaks who dominated the place paid no attention to her at all, sadly. The small group of humans didn't either, so she sat and watched a few fights. It was even painful to watch. She cringe and squeaked when someone was getting their butt handed to them. No one looked like they were inflicting pain but fighting was just a sensitive thing for Orabelle. Yeah, her temper is outrageous but never in her life has it caused her to act violent and use such creative moves. If she were ever to master unarmed combat, she would use it more for defense. Those were the battles she had kept her eyes on. Some people were using there whole body, while others who she assumed were more experienced just flicked their wrist and stopped the move before it could really make a blow. Those were the fights she kept an eye on. Less attack, more defense. Little by little, Orabelle became less sensitive to fighting.