Solo Anger and Submission (Solo)

[Sira]

Timestamp: 55th of Winter, 512 AV
DISCLAIMER: Mature Content
Continuation from Blackmail and Blades

The problem was, Sira was angry. He might have gotten away with it, had Sira not been angry. But the man insulted her, and there were witnesses. And Sira was angry. Her mind flashed to the night before.

...

"You are nothing, Sira. You're nothing but a whore now. Whoring yourself out to protect your daughter. Some might call that noble, but it still makes you a whore."

Sira said nothing as she knelt on her knees, topless, in front of the young man Aaron, who for the past eleven days had made her life a living hell. He did not visit her every night.. he said he liked Sira to be afraid. To wait all night long for him to arrive, only to find out that she was free in the morning, for one more day. He liked the apprehension he knew she felt. He truly hated her.

"Noble people do not murder innocent men and women just because they were hopped up on drugs. Noble people do not murder someone just because he was trying to act on a promise some bitch refused to keep."

Aaron struck Sira across the face, nearly knocking her over by the force of it, but he grabbed her arm before she fell and yanked her back up, shoving his crotch into her face and forcing her to perform for him as he had done so every time they met. Sira could barely breath, she could barely keep from wretching, but Aaron was relentless. He did not care if she was in pain.. actually, that was all he cared about. He wanted to inflict pain. He wanted to humiliate her, and defile her, and destroy her. Sira could do nothing about it either, not yet. But she kept hope, because she had a plan. For her daughter she would take any abuse.. but Aaron was going to die at the end of it all.

...

And so, Sira was angry. Her honor was at stake, and she was an endal. She could have killed him and gotten away with it. There were plenty of witnesses to take her side. But Sira wanted to fight. She challenged him to a duel. It was a duel, or die. He chose to duel.

There was a small crowd around them to witness the fight. It was supposed to be about honor, but for Sira, it was just a way to vent her rage. She needed it. She needed to exhaust herself fighting so that she would be too tired to know what was going on, because Aaron was visiting her again later that night. He told her that much. Addy.. Sira couldn't tell Addy anything, but they knew Addy was going to be out of the aerie, and Aaron would be waiting for her. And so, Sira was angry, and the duel began.

[Sira]

It was talon sword versus talon sword, though that was not all that unusual considering it was the most commonly used melee weapon in Wind Reach. Both combatants had their blades raised as they squared off at each other, slowly beginning to circle the other. Sira was about to strike when her opponent did something that sent her mind flashing back once more to the previous night. All he did was lick his lips. It was highly unlikely he meant anything by it, his lips were probably just dry, but it sent Sira's mind reeling.

...

Aaron licked his lips as he stared down at her. He always licked his lips, like he thought Sira was a meal for him to devour. Sira was still on her knees. He had finally stepped back, allowing her to catch her breath and rub her sore throat. Aaron waited patiently as she wiped her face and caught her breath, but he soon grew tired of waiting.

"It's time to move things forward, Sira. Stand up, and take off your bryda. Then I want you to turn around and lean over the couch."

Sira hesitated, which only enraged Aaron more. The avora stormed over to her and struck her across the face again, turning her skin red. Sira tried her best not to show any emotion from the strike, but she still cringed a bit when it stated to sting.

"I told you not to resist me. If you do, you'll regret it. Now do what I told you!"

Sira could not stand taking orders. She was an endal, and this whelp, he wasn't even worthy of his caste. But she had no choice. He would hurt Natalie and expose Sira's crimes. She didn't doubt he would also hurt Aidara if he had to. Slowly she stood up, taking a deep breath, and then loosened the string holding up her bryda, allowing it to fall to the ground around her ankles. She walked over to the couch and bent over it, as she had been told to do. Soon enough she felt Aaron's presence behind her, and it was only a moment later that she felt him enter. Sira struggled against the urge to cry as he began to move forcefully back and forth, in and out, taking her and defiling her, and all the while speaking demeaning things to her. Sira tried to tune it out as best as she could.

...

Sira barely noticed when her opponent lunged forward, and it wasn't until the last second she realized her predicament. As quickly as she could she raised her own sword and dodged to the right, barely deflecting the blow and nearly loosing her weapon as she did so. Her rage quickly returned. Her rage at being defiled, at being treated like a common whore. Sira was going to kill him, and soon. But first.. she had to win her current battle.

Her opponent swung his sword again, and Sira brought her own weapon up to meet it. Her curved blade slide along the edge of his and Sira tried to twist the weapon out of his hands. He was better than she gave him credit for, however, and the disarming attempt failed to work. Her opponent jumped back a step, raising his blade defensively in front of him, and Sira thrust her blade forward. He batted it aside, but she followed up with an underhand slash, causing him to have to move out of the way. Sira pressed her offense. She struck, left and right, right and left, overhand and underhand, and any way that she spotted an opening. For the most part her opponent matched her, blow for blow.

The crowd was cheering them on. Sira didn't even notice it, but it seemed to encourage the man. He pressed his attack, driving Sira back. A particularly fast swipe with his weapon came at her from the right side, and Sira tried to dodge around it. The blade cut her across her thigh and Sira let out a yelp of pain. They were not fighting to first blood, however, they were fighting until the other yielded, and Sira had no intention of yielding.

[Sira]

Sira grabbed her thigh, feeling for the wound but never taking her eyes off of her opponent. To do that would mean losing the fight. The cut was not too deep, though it stung something terrible. It would heal up just fine though, and she probably wouldn't even have to go to Aidara. She did not want the healer to know she was starting random fights over what was really nothing. And she couldn't begin to explain to the woman why she was so angry, either.

The man attacked again, and this time Sira was ready. The pain was not distracting, it was helping her to focus. She had to win this fight, just like she had to win all of them. She had to push herself to her limits, so that when she finally faced Aaron again, she could destroy him. His blade came in high, and Sira's own enchanted weapon met it, the sharp edge digging into the weaker metal of his talon sword, leaving a deep notch.

The man grunted and shoved Sira back, his heavier frame easily pushing the lighter woman away. Sira was nimble, however, and quickly regained her footing, even twirling to the side to avoid his next attack and spinning around with an attack of her own. The man stumbled through with his momentum, however, narrowly avoiding a slash that would have taken him across the back. Sira wasn't trying to kill the man, but such a cut easily could have done so.

They were both breathing deeply, sweat dripping from their brows. The man rushed forward again, unleashing a flurry of blows that had Sira staggering back with each step. He was skilled, but which of them were more skilled, she could not tell. They seemed to be on equal footing, though he had the advantage of sheer physical strength. While Sira was agile, fighting in a cave limited her mobility. And the fact that there was a crowd keeping her from going anywhere as well made things even word.

The locked blades once more, and Sira tried to twist his sword out of his hands. Their blades went full circle before his finally came free of his hands, and Sira thought she had the battle one, but in a move so quick she didn't have time to react his leg shout out and he kicked her right in the stomach, blasting the breath from her lungs and causing her to stagger backwards. While Sira struggled to breath, the man gathered his sword from the ground and attacked again, driving Sira against the wall. She could not stop him, and soon enough she was on her knees, with his blade resting on her shoulder.

"Fine.. fine. I yield. You win."

The crowd dissipated soon after that, and the man left Sira by herself to recover. She was still angry, but more at herself than Aaron at that moment. Once again she had lost a fight. How did she expect to beat Aaron if she couldn't even handle a man barely more skilled than she? Sira needed to get control of her emotions, she knew, if she had any hope of beating him. Rage was her weakness, but she did not know if she could beat it. Only time would tell.

~End

[Phoenix]

Sira

Award

Skill	XP Earned
Weapon (Talon Sword)	4
Observation	4

•	Lores Earned
•	Angry Sira is scary
•	Sira: Not a meal to devour
•	A Duel with Aaron
•	Refusing to yield
•	Fighting through the pain

The Order of the Phoenix

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