Temper? Did Xalet have a temper? It was nothing compared to Xuphim's. Xalet felt those feelings, but they were oddly muted and out of balance. He felt hardship, anxiety, and compassion, but they didn't have the same bite that he imagined Human's experienced. Somewhere within him the rest of those emotions were hidden, the equation that would bring about a true change in demeanor. That in itself was Xuphim.
Xalet dropped his things almost on reflex. He had gone from looking to defend someone against the Knight to following his orders yet again. Could he defy those orders? His body didn't seem to think so. Core work was a basis in all of Xalet's training, but the platemail made it undeniably more difficult. The breastplate ended above the navel, where chainmail took over moving past the hips into a type of skirting. That was done so a Knight could sit appropriately, whether atop a horse or in for a meeting. His arms crossed in front of his chest as his abdominal muscles pulsed. The world was so hazy in front of him, this was the most difficult day of training in his life. The intensity was somewhat similar to things he had endured in the past, but the duration of it, the consistency of that intensity was really beginning to stress his physical capabilities. He had the strength, and he had worked hard in shaping his body, but even this was moving outside of his abilities.
Times went by when he felt like he would lose count, but the more he thought about his exercise the more his body hurt. His stomach, his lower back, his shoulders, his arms even hurt from their previous jousting match and push-up regimen. Sweat lined his body beneath all that armor, becoming cold and slick from the winter's air. It sought it's way past the articulated plates, past the chainmail, past the gambeson, and into his bones. It served to make the physical response to this excursion all the more draining. It almost seemed like his lungs couldn't pull in enough air to support his body. What was left of his strength was being supported by the sheer determination of not wanting to submit.
As the last sit-ups came and went, Xalet struggled simply to get back to his feet. He managed to roll on his side just far enough to get his elbows dug into the snow. His first shove only brought him up to his knees, but with further effort he was finally onto his feet. Shakily he reached down to grip his short sword and shield. And then he saw Squire Moore, still working hard. His hand tightened around his weapon as he spent a moment in contemplation, did he seize the advantage? No, he couldn't do it. It was too far outside of his moral capabilities, especially when pitted against his own squire kin. Luckily his moral debate didn't have to last too incredibly long as squire Moore finished up and found her way to her feet as well. Xalet had to hand it to her, to be able to keep up with him physically was something he wasn't prepared for, female or no.
As they both prepared their shields, it seemed they had the same idea. The squires rushed inward toward the circle of combat, shields outward before finally they slammed into one another with an awesome clang. Xalet's feet slid slightly in the snow, but his sheer bodily weight won out. Moore wasn't just against the bulk of an Akalak, a larger person meant Xalet required larger armor as well. While the standard plating for a Human weighed perhaps sixty or sixty five pounds, Xalet's was closer to eighty to account for the extended plating required for his longer torso, limbs, and broader chest and back. Moore stumbled back onto the ground with Xalet hesitating to advance. Moore was a female, but he remembered something his own Patron, Sergeant Braklin had told him some time ago.
"In combat, I'm a Knight before I am a woman."Xalet gritted his teeth and rushed forward as Moore worked her way up to one knee. Performing a low round kick, Xalet's leg slammed into Moore's shield side, the woman just barely blocking his heavy solleret with her shield, causing her nearly to fall back over. With a swing of her sword Xalet had to take caution and block appropriately or be firmly struck, stumbling slightly as he reapplied his leg onto the ground. Moore quickly shifted to her feet and slashed at Xalet twice, the Akalak squire interposing his sword into position with little time to spare, and managed to get the edge of his shield into place for a forward stomp kick she threw at him.
Xalet jammed his sword into the side of Moore's shield, pushing it out of the way before collapsing his arm and drilling his elbow into the top of her chest plate, sending her spiraling before regaining her footing. He was already charging with his shield, prepared to flatten the Human back to the ground when Moore spun out of the way and slammed her pommel into the back of Xalet's shoulder blades, causing him to slip upon the slush beneath the two squires and fall forward, just barely managing to keep his shield out as a buffer between him and the floor. As he made his way up to his knees, Moore jumped and clung onto his back, her weight seeking to keep him down, but amazingly Xalet continued to get back to his feet while her forearm twisted desperately around his neck. It was a fairly brutal match, with the Akalak twisting his body, attempting to toss Moore from his back, his elbow reaching behind him trying to strike with a reverse blow!
OOCXalet is going to lose in the end 
. I'm not sure by your OOC message if you wanted me to finish it completely, or leave it open for you, so I figure I'd leave it open for you and if you really wanted me to conclude this one I can always edit an ending in! 
(15:56:26) Xalet: Eh, why not. Go ahead Oluse, evens or odds. You win, Xalet loses 
(15:56:46) Oluse: Evens!
(15:56:51) ChatBot: Xalet rolls 1d10 and gets 4.
