Closed [The Bronze Woods] Trading Blows (Holland Rolandus)

[Asen]

62nd of Spring
515 AV

Asen, being the impulsive girl she is, had decided to take a walk. More accurately, a walk around the walls of Syliras. It couldn't be that dangerous, right? She was just outside the city, and needed to stretch her legs anyways. She doubted there'd be anyone with the same idea at the same time, so it gave her some peace and quiet.

The half-Dhani ran one hand along the wall, inhaling the fresh air. The only sounds she noticed were the soft scuff of her feet against the ground and the various forest-dwelling creatures around her. It was relieving, what with the Svefra swarming the city. It wasn't crowded, it wasn't noisy, it wasn't chaotic. It was nice.

Her hand fell from the cool stone as she swiveled her head towards the forest. Eh? Did I just hear somethin'? she thought, pursing her lips and furrowing her brow.

The squire turned the rest of her body to face the trees, hands on hips. After a moment's consideration, she stepped away from the immediate safety of the city walls. Her lanky form moved cautiously. She knew it was dangerous to go into the forest alone, and as such prepared herself for any surprise attacks.

Finding nothing too unusual after a chime or two, she turned back to the stone walls. Kinda wish there was someone out 'ere... I'm itchin' for a fight. Hai, at this point I'd fight a damned squirrel if they didn't all run away. All those Svefra or whatever in the city are makin' it 'ard to concentrate... she thought, kicking halfheartedly at a lump of grass.

Although I s'pose it en't so bad. I got Lorden as my patron, after all. Get to spend all kinds o' time with 'im now an' nobody gets suspicious.

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[Holland Rolandus]

Following having just spent the remainder of the night out in the bronze woods; Holland looked about. Approaching the female from yonder quite the large Tree, and simply observing for now. Holland wore his typical royal-blue attire upon this day; which hugged at the wrists. Royal blue and silver clad in his back-and-breast armor which was layered atop his shirt. Looking about for a moment; the sheer crunch of leaves beneath his feet could be heard. As he made his way through the thick Woods; Holland could hear quite a few things. Not to mention he watched as insects leap away from his heels. Simply making note of each and every detail that he possibly could in as little time as his mind was capable of processing. The steel could be heard clattering about from the Rapier-and-scabbard upon his hip. Restrained for now the blade continues to bounce about as he simply takes a stroll. Approaching the woman; being that he automatically assumed she was strange.

Everything about her; Holland found incredibly strange. From her odd hairstyle to her skin-tone. Even the way that she was clothed for now; although he figured she was simply a traveler. Perhaps she could've been one of those disgusting knights on patrol. Holland knew nothing about her; nor would he attempt making an assumption again. Making a bee-line for the woman; Holland immediately approaches rather quickly. Almost in what could be called an intimidating mannerism. For now Holland couldn't take his mind off of the fact that someone simply walked about; as if they didn't know what or who could potentially be in the woods. What kind of absolutely daring individual would willingly do that? Why would she have no fear of being outside of the walls; although it was better to be closer and not further away. She might've had no reason to fear; perhaps Holland was thinking irrationally. Was that even a female? She evidently had no bust upon her chest; her entire body was relatively flat.

Never in his entire life had he seen a woman so damned ugly. Good lord; she looked like some sort of marsupial! Perhaps she was the direct descendant of one of the ugly creatures in the wild. Maybe there were hybrid-humans wandering about and she was one of them. Her absolutely odd shaped nose; her horrible looking eyes. Even the hair on her head was absolutely positively grotesque. She was one hell of an ugly looking woman if Holland had ever seen one. Hollands face begins to curl up into a brazen look; evidently he was disgusted. He tended to be the rather callous individual very candor and careless about hurting feelings. The first thing he would likely tell her was that; she was the most ugly thing he'd ever seen on two legs. She looked absolutely horrific; her choice of clothing and everything in between. Holland simply approaches the woman now; parting his lips to speak to her. She looked like an old hag embodied within a young woman.

"Hello there, nice to meet you; I'm not going to be formal I'll be frank. You are one petching ugly piece of shyke. You've got to be the most horrible looking grotesque woman I've ever seen. Your skin looks like it is more dry then the sands of ten thousand Deserts."

[Asen]

Asen nearly jumped out of her skin when she was approached. Half of the insults passed over her head in the midst of the shock. The man before her was... interesting, certainly. It wasn't every day a stranger walked up to you and insulted you out of the blue. She was absolutely certain nobody had been here, too.

"-horrible looking grotesque woman I've ever seen. Your skin looks like it is more dry then the sands of ten thousand Deserts."

The half-Dhani stared at him for a moment, blinking in surprise. He was young-ish, for a human. He didn't have the same extension of the 's' her father had, so unless he worked on his speech for a long time the possibility of Dhani was eliminated. For now, she settled on him being human.

He was taller than her -- but only by a few inches. She was fairly tall and lanky herself. However, while she had short blonde hair he had long black locks. Her eyes were crystal blue when his were chocolate brown. She was pale, he was tanned. And he was handsome.

Except for that atrocious attitude, of course. Absolutely ridiculous. The squire's body relaxed and she placed her hands on her hips, legs akimbo. "Oh, you think I'm ugly? I'd say the feelin's mutual, buddy. You en't exactly the prettiest thing to cross my line o' sight. I'd say a mutilated Zith is kinder on the eyes."

It wasn't her best insult, but she was more of a physical person. Words weren't her strong suit. Besides, what gave him the right to just walk up to someone and insult them? She extended one arm to push against the young man's shoulder. It was a half-serious, half-playful move. She almost hoped it would turn into a fight.

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[Holland Rolandus]

"Oh, you think I'm ugly? I'd say the feelin's mutual, buddy. You en't exactly the prettiest thing to cross my line o' sight. I'd say a mutilated Zith is kinder on the eyes." She spoke, and all Holland could do was scoff. Typical of an incredibly ugly old hag like this petching wrinkle-skinned woman to say. Her legs look like a pair of disfigured twigs waiting to be broken, and her disgusting fingers; looked like abnormally grown rocks. She by far had to be the most damned ugly thing on the planet. She was so ugly; he bet her mother screamed in horror when she laid eyes upon this woman. Even when she spoke; Holland was disgusted with the way her teeth looked. Good lord how much more ugly could a person get? She was so ugly that he wanted to punch her for even being anywhere near him. Quite honestly he was tempted to smack her upside the head; perhaps that would make her look better. What man would want a disgusting wrinkled beast like her? That man had to be an absolute nut job; either that or he simply didn't look for anything attractive. She was definitely a bad choice for any male in his opinion.

Holland simply cocked his cranial structure to the right. Uplifting both his forearms simultaneously; following having already planted his feet approximately twelve inches apart. Not being well aware of stances involving the Rapier. Although he knew no more then the basics; to be light upon the feet, and to keep yourself away from the opponent. Following having taken up the stance; Holland grasps hold of the shaft of his weapon in a strangulation. Before drawing the blade from its scabbard; releasing the restraint of the weapon. Letting loose the steel and freeing it from its temporary imprisonment; luminous was the weapon as he wove it about. The light reflected off of the blade immediately following the motion; leaving temporal glimmers to exit about into the atmosphere. Although the light wasn't quite blinding; it was simply a matter of how things worked. Light bounces off of reflective surfaces. His armor shone luminously; despite the fact that it didn't move quite as much as his weapon did.

Having now drawn the blade from its restraint; Holland proceeds to shake his cranium about from left to right. In quite the daunting mannerism; The dark coloration of his hair was rather evident. Each and every gossamer thin strand of his hair fell together once more into place; following having whip-lashed itself about his cranium for a moment. Before setting against his flesh once more; as he fixes his eyes upon the woman. She might as well consider herself an opponent now. As far as Holland was concerned he wished to beat the shyke out of this woman. Even if it meant going as far as breaking a few bones; he didn't quite care. This old hag had to be taught a lesson; even if he manages to defeat her. He will not stop beating her until his anger is let loose completely; Holland has quite a bit of it within him as well.

"Listen here, you disgusting wench. I am going to attempt fixing the contorted horrible twisted look upon your face. With the guard of my weapon; perhaps you will become a bit less monstrous looking when I am done. You'll actually look like something less grotesque. You look like a gigantic fish with more teeth hanging out of it's mouth then it has scales. You are so disgusting that I bet your breath wreaks of fecal matter! Be lucky that I am going to punch you as hard as I could. Because that is likely the only reason any man would ever want to touch you for."

[Asen]

He was certainly a curious thing, this boy in the forest. He was waving his sword about, which was just as shiny as his armor. 'E's gonna take 'is eye out with that thing.

One of Asen's eyebrows quirked upwards, watching him shake his head. He was going to give himself a concussion or something. The girl pursed her lips. Perhaps she would give him a concussion. That'd be fun.

The young man's attempts at insulting her were more or less amusing. She'd gotten the same sort of verbal abuse back in Riverfall, what with her being a halfbreed and all. It made the unwanted memories surface again, her cocky facade dropping for half a tick to show the immense sadness before a smile -- though faked -- lit up her face again.

"So you're more of a physical person too, eh? I s'pose a spar right now wouldn't be too bad... We should know each other's names first, though. I en't about to let a repeat o' my broken jaw happen again. The name's Sessaschenaasen, boy. You can just call me Asen if your 'opeless 'uman tongue can't 'andle the whole thing," she told him, sticking her hand out to shake.

The plan was to grasp his hand as tight as possible and throw her head forwards. She hoped their skulls would collide and cause a decent amount of pain and confusion to him, but less to her. Hopefully he wasn't stronger than the half-Dhani, and hopefully the element of surprise would be hers for the taking.

If the plan didn't work out, however, and the boy expected her attack or refused to shake her hand, she would most likely humiliate herself. Asen didn't exactly have a plan-B to speak of. She rarely did. Most of her secondary plans involved hitting them in a soft spot, like the gut. The gut was always a good thing to punch.

Yeah, I'll 'it 'im in the gut if 'e tries to get outta 'ere.

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[Holland Rolandus]

Holland thought to himself as he observed her disgruntled hand extending. "Does this petching woman think I'd even want to touch her hand? I would much rather cut off her damned fingers!" He thought; whilst pretending to extend his hand for the shake. His left hand it was; he proceeds to throw outward a thrust with the Rapiers tip. Making usage of the several advantages he had presently. One was that the length of the weapon was quite interesting. The second was that even if he missed; the weapon length provided enough cover to smack an opponent with. Coming up with a quick tactic; deceive his rather naive opponent, and crush her when she thinks she'll stop him. He yanks backward his hand in a sudden motion and proceeds to step backward; evenly distributing his weight upon his toes. Being light upon his feet, and uplifting the bases of his heels from the ground. In a stance much like a cat standing on its hind legs fully erect. With the blade thrusting he wouldn't bother to back away from the swift tactic. He simply observed her every motion, and wouldn't bother taking his eyes off of her.

Underestimating an opponent was senseless; he learned that the hard way. Especially being that she was a female, and he wasn't even going to attempt holding back his attacks. The thrust aimed for the opponents gut; aligned with the area where her navel should be. If that is indeed where it was; at a slightly mispositioned angle. Because he still wasn't quite the expert in terms of making use of this blade. Although he was learning quite rapidly at a rather swift pace in terms of multiple advantages; provided by the weapon. Holland even made note of the sudden change of her facial expression. Perhaps she was showing weakness from his insults; this was a perfect opportunity to strike.

Had the current tactic failed; Holland would attempt to conjure up a back-up plan. In order to absolutely humiliate her; he would break her will further. Perhaps the more he insulted her the more it benefits him in the long run. After all; if she can somehow be distracted or demoralized by something why not abuse it? Demoralization has already become a new tactic he has picked up upon. Yet, he hasn't even quite begun the battle with her despite the sudden attack. He was becoming more and more educated in terms of battle. Eventually the usage of demoralization would come to be useful in the future. Holland wants to not only shatter her body; but her pride all at the same time. He hates women like this; just who in blazing hell does she think she is? He wished to strike down this ugly woman before anyone else; had to bare the curse of witnessing her ugly face.

[Asen]

Asen felt the sting of the rapier against her arm as she brought it up to block the blade. She'd maneuvered the limb so the tip was knocked aside in the midst of the thrust, gritting her teeth against the pain. Blood, an intense red, welled from the slice in her skin. She shook it away, bringing her opposite hand up to grasp the young man's shoulder.

She was quick, but so was he. Her hand missed his shoulder as he practically danced backwards, already gone by the time she'd reached out. The half-Dhani swore at her opponent, holding her wound. He was graceful, and she nearly got caught up in the smooth movements. The blood seeping from her arm kept her focused.

The blonde tossed her head gently, moving her curls out of her face. Her eyes were fixed on the tip of the sword, not the face of her enemy. Watch their weapon, her mother told her, not their face. Watching their face only makes it easier to surprise you.

The tip flicked forwards, plunging towards her gut. She dodged to the side, throwing her hand out. She wrapped her blood-slicked fingers around his wrist, the other hand going to his throat. With her stronger arm she pushed the rapier away, moving her face close to his.

"Who the petch d'you think you are, just comin' out o' nowhere an' attackin' me like that? Eh? Is it 'cause you think I'm ugly!?" she snarled, headbutting him. It was less effective because she didn't have enough space to properly rear back, but still opened a small cut on her forehead.

Her options of attack ran through her mind. She couldn't knee him in the stomach, or punch him. She saw that now. His armor kept her from doing more than hurting her hand or knee. Asen tightened her grip around the young man's throat, anger flaring in her eyes like fire.

She knew it wasn't wise to push him away, but she did anyways. She added a kick to the stomach for good measure, giving her more distance from him. The blonde turned and began walking away, touching the cut on her forehead and then the one on her arm. Gonna hafta get 'em healed... Petchin' arsehole.

He wouldn't stop her, would he? Unless he was one of those types who believed anyone who walked away from fights was a coward. He's a damn coward! No, calm down, Asen. Don't let your emotions control you. You're gonna get caught up in 'em and then everythin' is gonna go downhill, she told herself.

One part of her said that he wouldn't dare follow her. She was part of the Order, but she'd left her pendant back in the dorms. The other part of her... The other part said that he would do everything to break her. She felt that it was the more likely scenario, despite her hopes.

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[Holland Rolandus]

She walked away; how dare she walk away like that. Holland thought to himself, and proceeded with an attack. Lavender-emerald hue was the glow which projected itself from his skin. Holland outstretched both his digits simultaneously. Anger filled his face and he gritted his teeth; having clenched his jaws. Blood rushed to his visage, and his skin coloration became much more crimson. His eyes widened and he had trouble maintaining his composure. All that was on his mind was to destroy the old petching woman. Regardless of the method he went about doing it. The evenly distributed glow became concentrated. Having collected itself within his palm; immediately the glow disrupted itself. Holland didn't let the woman get away with doing such a thing; walk away from him? How dare she walk away after having spoken like that! Holland was absolutely outraged and wouldn't stand for being insulted; like he was some child. The glow solidified within his palm, after having formed a large circular disc. Spherical in shape was the newly formed object which seemed to expel itself from his palm.

Solid, concrete and incredibly hard was the newly formed stone. Dense and very heavy; it felt new and foreign to Holland. He couldn't help to have wondered why it was like this. The object was so heavy; Holland could hardly hurl it across at the woman. Attempting to control the boulder which was formed; Holland threw outward his fists simultaneously. Having loosed the object into the air and hurled it at the woman. Only to have attempted breaking her limbs. The object shot forth at her legs and he awaited the results to come. Wanting to do no more then injure her to the fullest extent possible. He hoped that the boulder would strike her; so that she may not walk for a while. Crushing her legs, and shattering them was his ultimate goal. He didn't care how she would be hurt; all he focused on was having done it.

As he observed her walking, and watched the large object come to fly past his fists; Holland smiled. Having revealed his pearly-white teeth, and a laugh exited his lips. "Break, Fall apart and die you petching woman, Die! I hate you already and I don't even know you!" exclaimed Holland at the top of his lungs. Not even being bothered to care; about how maniacal he sounded. The extension of his arms became no-more. From the aforementioned extended position; his arms dropped at his sides. As he witnessed the remainder of the scene; in what was almost slow motion. Having almost felt merciful and sorry about what he had done. Assaulting a woman wasn't something he was often times willing to do; yet he let instincts and words get the better of him.