Webbed Fists (Rhy, Open)

[Liandra]

Timestamp: Summer 25, 512 AV
Time: Morning
Location: Tuvya Sasaran
Who: Rhy (Open to anyone with novice combat skills)

Liandra stood outside of the building, hearing the shouts within. She'd heard that this was the place where she could learn to fight. She didn't really have much of a desire to learn, she wasn't a fighter. She just stood there, trying to convince herself to go in. She muttered to herself, "What a stupid law... Why do all citizens have to learn to fight? What would ever be dumb enough to attack Riverfall?" This was where people came to learn how to fight without weapons. She began pacing back and forth, arms crossed as she tried to build up the nerve to go in.

Several passerbys were walking past, seeing the curious sight of the woman split in her decision. She was being forced to learn how to hurt others, in order to stay in the city. And she couldn't just up and leave. She had a place here, a shop, a friend or two. This was her home now. Out loud, "FINE!" She stormed into the building, huffing in frustration, as a large red Akalak approached her. There were a couple of other people waiting around in this entryway, and the mountain of crimson looked down at her. "Well well well, finally decided to get your fishy butt in here? You've been out there for nearly a half bell. I'm guessing from your ranting out there that you are here to learn the basics so the Council doesn't kick you out? Shouldn't be a problem, we'll get those seaweed arms into shape. Keep a hold of that frustration and annoyance, it will help you get into the groove. Let's wait a bit more see if I can get a few more students, then we'll head in and see if we can't teach you a few things."

[Rhy]

The art of hand-to-hand combat is only mandatory to learn if you are Kuvan and a resident of Riverfall. Since Rhy is neither Kuvan nor (strictly speaking) a resident, she is under no such obligation. Yet to her it has become a necessity. Whereas the few students peddle around the arch, leaning on walls or talking in small groups as they wait for a lesson, Rhy is standing dead centre. She's facing the hallway to the training rooms with her arms crossed and chin up, revealing a hint of a smile with the green-yellow of an impending bruise underneath, and the reason why she is here. Learn to throw a proper punch and maybe she won't be sporting so many scrapes on such a regular basis. That being said, the dominant posturing is all for show. She has absolutely no idea what she's doing. When the Charoda bursts through the door, huffing like a horse, Rhy breaks her charade with a poorly timed flinch. Thankfully the instructor was giving the new arrival the once-over everyone else was subjected to, and was not looking in her direction. Nerves are natural, but we won't be wailing on each other at this skill level, she tells herself. Breath deep before you embarrass yourself! A few more lines of mental dialogue is exchanged to physic herself up. This is good. It might even be fun. And by the time she ambles back to the knot of students she has throughly convinced herself of it. OOC : Sorry its so short. Just waiting to see if we can get a few more people on board.