Marlene
*It had taken some time to get the lesson plans together, but Svilena believe she had decided on this gatherings goals - though it would be rather loose since it would mostly be of the debating nature; but there would likely be some displays of combat which she wasn't against having.*

*But she had decided to host this session near to the beaches of the town, underneath a pavilion to provide shade, the ocean breeze blew through the open space. Various cushions had been set out in a circle formation - as the attendees trickled in Svilena would greet them warmly.*

"Kind greetings to ye all, do find yourselves a place to sit or settle down - once enough of us have arrived we shall begin. Make yourselves comfortable."
Jamie
*A muscular, one armed, yuan-ti pureblood walked up to the pavilion and sat down. She was rather old looking, in her fifties by the look of it. She certainly didn't look to be a stranger to combat, judging by her missing arm and menagerie of scars. She greeted Svilena with a nod.*

*To be honest, Ulshia wasn't really sure why she was here. It's not like she needed to be taught how to fight. She had built (and retired from) a career based on fighting. However, she was bored and wanted something to do. So this may be something interesting. Besides, she wanted to see how they would handle teaching a fighter with only one arm. Maybe she'll learn something new. Or maybe she'll be able to teach someone else. Who knew?*
Darren
*Whoosh... ....... Whoosh..*

Seawater cascade down a row of rocks with every crashing wave brushing up against the shore. Sitting on the highest rock, just shy of any danger was a young, average human girl wearing leather armour. She had golden blond hair neatly tied into a messy ponytail with loose strands of hair dangling over her eyes, a bit worn and tired looking; who knows how long she'd been travelling.

Hugging her knees, she couldn't help but watch the surface of the water sparkle, though her attention was caught by the sound of an opening speech to some kind of event taking place near the beach.

To her left, facedown a shell dish duelists rapier sheathed into a leather scabbard. Her weapon of choice given her small stature and strength. 

"*Well.. Can't sit here all day..*"

Rosaria slowly stood up as a gust of wind struck her hard; wind blowing the hair from her eyes as her arm slung over her shoulder the leather strap attached to her scabbard. She.. Wore the rapier ***On her back?***


She walked toward the event, hopping along the rocks until her feet hit the sand. Curious of what could be happening over there, she wandered over.
Jamie
*Whoosh... ....... Whoosh..* Seawater cascade down a row of rocks with every crashing wave brushing up against the shore. Sitting on...

*Ulshia spares a glance at the blonde newcomer. She looked rather unremarkable, if she was being harsh. Though, she was a bit young. Her sword caught Ulshia's eye though. Not because it was anything special or anything, just because she wore it on her back. You wear rapiers on your hip, not your back. Ulshia called out to her casually, tilting her head in the girl's direction.*

"Is there a particular reason why you wear your rapier across your back? It's usually worn on your hip."
Darren
As Rosaria approached the scene she spotted the few who were there, the shadow of the overarching pavilion cast down upon her head and shadowed her attire, an instant relief from the heat of the sun.

`Is there a particular reason why you wear your rapier across your back......`


The sudden question and explanation regarding her rapier caused the girl's ear to twitch as he looked over to the woman, her eyes blinking with a bit of a "Put on the spot" Expression, she was surprised to be called out to so suddenly.

"**Oh, Uhm.**" Rosaria was puzzled for a sec as she processed the woman's words and she pointed to her back using her right thumb.

"**...Is that the proper way to wield it? Sorry. I'm still a bit of a rookie I guess, learned a few things here and there but nobody ever really touched on THAT before. If you don't mind me asking, what's going on here?**" 

She scratched her cheek using her index finger, a bit puzzled at all the small pillows placed in a circular pattern.
Jamie
*Ulshia shrugs. This girl certainly looks like a rookie. She reaches over and taps the sheathed longsword on her hip.*

"Wear it how you want. It's just that longer swords like that are usually worn at the hip. If you wear it at your back it can be a bit tough to pull the blade free from its scabbard, unless you use a mount instead of a scabbard. Of course, some longer swords are too big to carry on the hip without dragging. It's up to preference, really. It's just unusual to see, that's all."

"Far as I know, this is a place for combat training. Learning the basics, discussing styles, things like that. I'm here to give some advice on single handed combat. You know, because I've only got one."

*She gestures to her nonexistent right arm before sitting back in a relaxed position.*
Darren
The grim gesture to her arm caused rosaria to feel a small ache of sympathy for the woman, she couldn't imagine how it felt to lose an arm.

Though.. Without a doubt that explanation of the event caught Rosaria's attention. Literal stars sparkling in her eyes as she clasped her hands together in a passive fit of excitement. 

"**Oh! Really? This is definitely my type of thing then!**" 

Without a second thought, the girl would wander over to one of the cushions and slowly take a seat herself, not before removing the scabbard from her back though and placing it in front of her. Rosaria **Possibly** Unlike the others sat *Differently*, she was attempting to be polite and respectful while showing no signs of aggression. Sitting on her knees, with both palms face down on her legs. 

The place she chose was *Beside* The one armed woman. "**..So.. You continue to fight despite your.. Uhm, loss? Is that offensive? Sorry if I'm being rude. I'm just curious is all, I never met somebody with such a high determination, whilst going as far to even teach others or offer advice. It's just kind of inspiring.**"
Jamie
*Ulshia watched the girl with mild interest. She sat strangely. It reminded Ulshia of a refined lady. Quite to contrast to Ulshia's decidedly unladylike posture.*

"Yeah I still fight without an arm, only as a hobby though. I'm a baker by trade. Used to be a merc though, so I know my way around a fight. Don't worry about offending me. I've stopped caring about it. It's just an arm. We've got two for a reason. Besides, it's an advantage of someway. When people like you pity me it just gives me the chance to prove them wrong. Believe me, this arm is more than capable of snapping your neck."

*Ulshia chuckles to herself at her grim joke. She shrugs off her pack and reaches into it, pulling out a muffin and offering it to her.*

"Muffin? They have blueberries. I'm Ulshia, by the way. Ulshia Hearthstrong."
Darren
The woman's sentence explaining that her arm is still very quite capable, along with the subtle 'threat' given that it was a joke caused Rosaria to feel a slight sense of dread and fear at the mention of her 'snapping her neck' 

Though she made sure not to show any of that, even if her face screamed "*OH*" 

However she did say one thing. "*When people like you pity me*"

Such a claim didn't sit right in the inexperienced girls heart and she quickly lifted both hands to fold over one another in the centre of her chest in a gesture of apology.

"**N-no it's not like that, I'm not meaning to pity you or say you're weak or something, I was merely trying to show my appreciation for the advice you gave me about my weapon placement. I really appreciate it is all!**"

Rosaria would fumble a bit with her feelings on this, but quickly went quiet as a blueberry muffin was offered to her. Taking the muffin very gently into her dainty hands, the girl would look down at it a bit puzzled. She'd never seen a muffin before and wasn't sure what she was holding. 

"**Muffin..? Do.. I bite it? Oh and my name is Rosaria! But you can call me Rose or.. Rosie. Whatever you like! It's nice to meet you Miss Ulshia!**"
Jamie
"It's okay, I know you didn't mean anything by it. You are way to nice to actually imply something like that. And you're welcome for the advice. Maybe once I actually see you stab with that sword I'll be able to give you some more constructive advice."

*Ulshia almost laughed at the girl's fearful display. Almost. She did feel kind of bad for scaring the girl, even if it was just a joke.*

"Sorry about the neck-snapping comment. Guess I'm still used to merc humor. That kind of humor is best not repeated in polite society."

*Ulshia stares at the girl for a solid few seconds, trying parse out whether or not she's joking. Does she... Not know what pastries are?*

"...It's food. You eat it. Take a bite, chew it, then swallow it. Is... Is food a new concept to you, or have you just never seen a muffin before?"
Susana
Upon his travels in the elven lands, Ginji had picked up word of lesson on combat being held. It came as a slight surprise as he thought Sihirisium was the only place that held lessons of any sort in this region. But then again, most elves *Were* Quite skilled in various arts, and also tended to brag about their vast knowledge if given the chance. But then again... It was a serpentine Lizardfolk that spoke of such lessons. While it wasn't *Too* Far from his last location, he couldn't quite remember whether she had said she an attendee or the hostess.

However, Ginji was able to make his guess soon as he carefully crept onto the beach, a bit anxious to be coming to such an event in all honesty. The scent of seasalt and sun-baked sand invaded his nose, even through his mask. Ahead of him, he saw the Lizardfolk from before, as well as a rather mature-looking Yuan-Ti, joined by a young blonde human at her side holding onto what looked like a muffin. At least, he assumed so, but the way the girl was turning it and examining it made Ginji equally as confused as to its identity. 

Ginji took a seat across from these two on one of the assortment of cushions layed out under this pavilion, sitting in a cautious and firm manner that was almost similar to the refined was the blonde girl sat. He did not want to give off any signs of aggression, not wishing to turn these lessons into an attack on himself. At the same time, he sat in a way that if he *Were* To be attacked unprovoked, he would have time to jump back onto his feet ans have a fighting chance.

To the others, he probably looked rather odd with the way he hid himself behind his mask. He wore leather armor, almost similarly to the blonde woman although fashioned in a way that appeares to aid in both swiftness and durability. Withe various scratches that it donned, it seemed like the armor was doing its job well. He had two large daggers sheathed at his sides amontst various bags, ready to pull out at any moment, but he did not intend in taking them out if not necessary. The way his white wolf ears sat at a neutral position and his tail swayed from side to side gave the energy of a loyal housedog rather than a fierce hunter.

There were certainly quite a few empty cushions still. Did the Lizardfolk intend on having each and every one filled? The very thought made Ginji squirm in place, his tail swaying around behind him even more. Speaking of the Lizardfolk, Ginji figured it would be best to thank them for this opportunity, even if he wasn't 100% sure what this event entailed. He turned to her and gave a slight bow of his head, speaking up rather softly.

"T... Thank you for giving me the opportunity for such an event. It is a pleasure to meet you all. My name is Ginjiro. But... Ginji may suffice as well, if you so choose."
Darren
Rosaria would hold up the muffin to her eye level, examining it further in curiosity as she listened to Ulshia's explanation and apology. `Sorry about the neck-snapping comment...`

Ulshia explained that it was little more then Merc humour, and that such shouldn't be repeated in 'polite society' 

Rosaria would move the muffin from her eyes and back down below her chin while smiling in response to Ulshia. "**N-no! It's no problem that you gotta apologize really! I guess I was just caught a bit off guard is all!**"

`...It's food. You eat it...`

She explained how the muffin worked, prompting Rosaria.. Without a second thought to lean forward and take a bite, the sweet and tart taste of the blueberries combined with the soft yet warm, melt in your mouth texture of the muffins exterior took Rosaria's tastebuds by storm. Enamoured by the overwhelming amount of flavours she'd never quite experienced before, she chewed with her mouth closed and swallowed. 

"**...Its.. It's really yummy! Where did you get this?** Rosaria never learned what a Baker exactly was, hence why she never brought it up prior when Ulshia mentioned it as her main income.

"**I've never seen or tasted anything like this before..**" 

Her eyes then were distracted by the appearance of a new face, a fluffy looking fellow with a swaying tail and a mysterious mask. He introduced himself as 'Ginjiro' but also mentioned the name 'Ginji' for short, finding that name much cuter by comparison; Rosaria would normally pick that over his original. But felt it would only fit if she became his friend, rather then an acquaintance. 

"**Its nice to meet you, Ginjiro! My name is Rosaria Valentine!**"
Jamie
*Ulshia turns to the newcomer and nods, giving him a lazy one handed wave. From a glance he appeared to be some kind of wolf kin. Hard to tell with the mask, of course. Ulshia would make sure not to bring up the mask thing. Most people who wear masks aren't big fans of talking about them. Spotting his leather armor, Ulshia begins to feel a bit underdressed. She's just in a dress she threw on, no armor.*

*She turns back to Rosaria as she bites into the muffin. Ulshia can practically see her eyes dilate as she tastes it. Ulshia feels a prickle of pride at seeing such a reaction.*

"Glad you like it. I made it myself from scratch, my own special recipe. I even grew the blueberries myself."

*Ulshia turns her attention back to Genjiro as Rosaria speaks to him. She may as well introduce herself to.*

"Good to meet you, Ginjiro. I'm Ulshia Hearthstrong. Have a muffin, I made too many."

*Ulshia pulls another muffin from her pack and tosses it underhanded to Ginjiro.*
Darren
Rosaria's eyes pondered over the muffin as several more bites were taken.. And in the short span between Ulshia introducing herself, tossing a muffin to Ginjiro and turning back to Rosaria..

*Gulp*

***The muffin was just.. __GONE.__***

Having been consumed by the small girl in seconds, she.. Even ate the pastry paper holding it, not understanding that she wasn't supposed to. 

With a huge grin on her face and a bit of a sugar high, Rosaria would feel a sense of satisfaction. "**Do you think that you could teach me one day? I'd love to make these myself!**"
Jamie
*Ulshia blinks at Rosaria before smirking at her and huffing out a silent laugh.*

"You aren't supposed to eat the paper. It won't make you sick, I guess. Just... Peel it off next time, okay? I'd be happy to share the recipe, teach you how to make it, all that. I have a bakery that you could come too as well, just *Don't* Expect things to be free."
Susana
Ginji's ears turned toward's the other two on the other side of the empty space between them, perking up as he heard the mention of another muffin. He quickly responded to her voice and snatched the muffin from the air as he gave Ulshia a nod of his head as well.

"Why thank you. I do quite like muffins, so I shall consider myself lucky to have chosen to come here. It is a pleasure you, Miss Hearthstrong. Same to you, Miss Valentine. I wish I could say I have a last name to offer as well, but sadly it is just Ginjiro."

Ginji carefully adjusted the mask upward to only reveal his mouth. He slowly lifted the muccin up towards his lips as he prepared to take a bite before he stopped to watch this girl engulf the entirety of the muffin. With the way his mouth hung open, and his body petrified, he was certainly somewhere close to mortified from this. He would have expected someone like himself to have scarfed it down at such a speed, not her. Then there was the more important fact of her having eaten the wrapper, showing no signs that it deterred her. The young girl amongst them was certainly a surprise and an enigma for sure. *Is... Is she a demon in disguise...?* Ginji thought to himself.

After a few seconds of processing what he just witnessed, he remember his own muffin and took the first bite. The smooth subtle taste of the blueberries complimented the dry yet sweet taste of the muffin, making each bite feel as though one was in a tranquil spot by a gentle fire on an autumn afternoon.

"The muffin is as good as our dear Rosaria here had me believe it to be. Although, uh... I *Won't* Be eating the wrapper, haha."
Marlene
*After allowing a bit of time to pass, letting folks trickle in and find their seats and greeting a few herself like Ginjio. Svilena would take up her staff and standing in the middle of the circled area she'd hit the floor with the butt of her staff three times - the rings chiming against each other to get everyone's attention.*

"A warm welcome to ye all, I am quite glad to see my call for this debate interested a few folks - and I hope that anyone visiting Wai Oromarde have been enjoying our coastal area" *Svilena began, shifting and turning her body around as she spoke* "I am Svilena Vihur, Bhante of Akhara Vata - and we shall begin this debate, I hope we all shall learn something from each other."

"To begin, I shall ask this question to all present - what does combat mean to you? How does it play a role in your daily life? Did ye take it up due to a desire to know how to fight, or perhaps for another reason?"

*Svilena would extend these questions out, welcoming any to stand up and share their opinions on the topic at hand.*
Jamie
*Ulshia quieted down as Svilena stuck her staff against the floor. She listened to her speak before decided she may as well be the first to go. Ulshia stood up and sighed.*

"To me, combat is either a hobby or a tool. I enjoy fighting because I'm good at it, I like the adrenaline, and it's a great work out. Before I was good at it though, it was a tool I used to get what I wanted. I was a mercenary before I retired. People hired me to protect them... Or "Hurt" Others. Over time I got better at it. It was only after I stopped being a merc that I started to take **Real** Enjoyment from fighting. It's like a sport to me now."

*Once Ulshia was done speaking, she sat back down. Technically, she did just tell them that she was a hired sword who uses to ~~kill~~ beat people up for money, but who cares? It's not like they'll arrest her.*
Marion
*Marcus was not in a good mood today. He had been searching for months at this point, and not one solitary clue as to the whereabouts of any other Dragonsworn has revealed itself... So he has started searching farther and wider, and it's all just so...* ***Exhausting*** *Sometimes. Especially when his search brings him to fly against the winds.*

*Granted, that's his own fault. He's the one who decided to try searching these lush and mountainous islands after all, so his bad mood is of his own making. He shakes his head and smiles wryly to himself as he spirals down towards the island, wings sore from the difficult flight.*

*Marcus didn't want to startle people by landing in the middle of town - winged people seem to be terribly rare here after all - so he aims to land on the beaches outside of town... And a pavilion catches his eye. There are a few people sitting on cushions there, seemingly to take a lesson of some sort from the lizard-like woman standing before them... Or perhaps snake-like? Her species is unfamiliar to Marcus.*

*A short moment later, Marcus lands on the soft sand of the beach. He sighs, stretching his massive black wings to work out some of the soreness in the muscles, then marches calmly over to the pavilion. Determined to not let his foul mood show, Marcus bows wordlessly and stiffly to the group, much like a soldier might do.*

*Marcus is a tall and lithe man, with well toned musculature. His equipment and armor are well cared for, and even relaxed he looks ready to spring upright and give a perfect, crisp salute. His hair and wings are as black as ink, though his feathers have a slight blueish shimmer to them near the edges. But even with the unusual and attention-grabbing wings and armor, his most striking feature would be his glowing blue eyes...*
** **

"Pardon my interruption."
*That is all he says before he unbuckles his sword in its scabbard from his belt and sits himself down on a cushion at the rear of the group, where he will have room to spread his wings out as he sits - it feels nice to let them relax after that long flight. He holds the sword in his lap as he sits crosslegged.*

*Marcus has not introduced himself yet, and has totally missed what the one-armed woman said, and for that matter doesn't know what the lesson is about - yet - so he simply listens and waits for now.*
Darren
Ulshia's history was one to behold, the life of a mercenary is certainly something and sounds hard and adventurous, though while her morality would be a thing of question for most, Rosaria saw the truth in how she presented herself now. 

Compared to Rosaria? She was a hardened woman with a hardened heart. A life wrought with battle, Rosaria may not be able to understand how she could bring herself to do what she had to, to such an extent as beating others up .. *Or worst* For cash. But everybody has to eat somehow and.. Her travels on the road have humbled her mind to such things. 

She didn't say anything quite yet, rather.. Rosaria was quiet. She preferred to go last if possible, as not to 'cut somebody off' before they have a chance. For now, she'd just give her perspective on Ulshia's experience. 

"**A trade built on battle and pure skill.. Built entirely with your own body, I can really admire that.**"

*Rosaria wouldn't yet notice the winged fellow behind her and Ulshia (?) her eyes focused still on the woman who'd spoken prior.*
Susana
Ginji's head turned to Ulshia as she spoke, his ears turned to her as he took in ever word of her reasoning. The tone in her voice only added on to the sense of brutality from her experienced with fighting. Her eyes gazed out more snake-like than Svilena's, a constant sense that she could *And* Would strike out. Even with one arm, if he ever had to fight her, he was most certain it would not be an easy fight. The one arm was not a disadvantage for her, she just simply adapted. Truly a figure made for such a forceful nature. The fact she even used her strength to get what she wanted made a pit form inside of him, having not heard a sense of regret or remorse in her voice, but rather a sense of embrace.

His ears quickly turned towards an approaching figure behind them, which prompted him to quickly turn his head in their direction. Whether it was the sound of wings flapping and adjusting, or the clanks of his armor, either one was a sign of his presence to this wolf kin. He barely said a word, yet his presence gave off the same energy Ulshia did. A foreboding sense of danger if a fight were to break out. Blue was normally a calming color, but he did not sense any calmness when staring back at those glowing eyes.

Ginji waited for the moment Ulshia was done with her explanation, looking around to see who else would speak. Seeing that no one else was giving their own experiences, he figured it was probably his turn. He wasn't to sure if he *Had* To stand, but if Ulshia did it, it was probably something he had to do, right? Slowly, he rose to his feet as he cleared his throat.

"Combat, for me, is a bit of an odd case. I did not take it up by choice, but rather, it was a necessity in order for me to survive out in the wilderness. Truth be told, I was... Never accepted into society, so my home has always been out here, which only fueled the way people viewed me. So I faced dangers from both the beasts that prowl the darkest depths of the woods and vile members of this world who saw me as no different than a hunt for sport sport or a vermin. Combat is what has kept me alive thus far, and I must continue to hone my skills if I'm to see the light of the next day."

Ginji paised for a moment as his gaze shifted towards one of his hands as he held it up with the palm facing him. He slowly opened and closed it, examining his claws.

"...Although, perhaps I might relate to Miss Hearthstrong here on the sense of adrenaline combat gives me. Perhaps it is the wolfish side of me, but I have always felt a slight thrill at times. The sense of the rushing movements, the test of strength and endurance, coming out on top and showing your worth. It is as if my body drives me to keep moving, like I was made for the hunt since I was no more than a child. Perhaps... That is another reason why I have stayed in this lifestyle for so long. It just feels... Natural."

With those words, Ginji gave a slight bow of his head once more before taking a seat again.
Jamie
*Ulshia glanced at the new arrival, giving him a quick appraising look. Wings were unusual, but nothing she hasn't seen before. At least he wasn't here to crash the meeting. Also, he's wearing armor. That means Ulshia is literally the only one here without any armor... Oops.*

*She returns her gaze Ginjiro as he speaks. Taking up combat to survive, she can relate to that, at least a little bit. However, when she heard him mention the adrenaline rush it gives him, she smiles slightly. That instinctual rush of endorphins and adrenaline. The burning desire to become stronger, and to enforce your will upon others and the world.* **That** *Was something she could relate to.*

"Hear hear..." *She mutters to herself, chuckling slightly. She actually has to remind herself that she's supposed to be retired, and that she probably shouldn't take so much enjoyment out of combat.*
Marlene
*Svilena would nod her head as she listened to both Ulshia and Ginji recount their relative connection with combat - she did pause upon seeing the arrival of the winged Marcus.*

'Well thats something ye don't see very often' *She thought to herself, but all the same gave a nod of her head towards the fellow before she spoke up.*

"Most enlightening on your view points, thank you both for sharing" *She remarked to Ulshia and Ginji* "Indeed, the art of combat comes to people it various ways or forms - commonly many will take up arms in order to defend themselves. Though what they defend themselves with is up to one's choice - while here in Wai Oromarde I have begun to teach various forms of Martial Arts - even I will not deny that the most common types of combat lay in various types of weapons."

"But for now one uses their weapon, that comes down to training in what sort of form - if ye don't know how to use a tool, ye could end up doing more harm than good. Would anyone here like to come forward to give a small display of how they hold their given weapon, or if ye are the type that fights with fist and foot?"

*Svilena looked to see whom might step forward first, stepping just a bit outside the center open area.*
Jamie
*Finally, a practical display. Well, not really, Svilena just wants to see how people hold their weapons. Still, it means she gets to actually unsheathe her sword. Ulshia is once again the first to step forward. She may as well. It'll make it less awkward for the other (less experienced) attendees to go.*

*Ulshia steps forward, making sure she has adequate space around her. She takes her left (and only) hand and places it on the grip of her longsword. With a loud "Shwing!" She unsheathes the blade and holds it in front of her. It's a double edged long blade, meant to be held in both hands. Though, as Ulshia is demonstrating, it can be held in a single hand without issue. She holds the blade in front her, angling her body so her left arm is forward. While it wasn't asked, she does a couple practice swings with it, making sure everyone else is far out of the way. She swings it lightly and easily, as if it was a short sword. When she is finished, she sits back down, sheathing her sword.*
Darren
Rosaria couldn't help but feel.. *Different* Compared to everybody else here so far, fighting as necessity.. For the thrill, etc. She wasn't much of a legendary fighter herself quite yet and only really got into a single scuffle here and there, realistically. However; she did practice on her own beyond her fathers training and even read some combat literature on the road. 

Standing to her feet for the first time today slowly, Rosaria grabbed her sheathed Rapier from the ground in front of her and walked over to where Ulshia was standing prior, nodding to her as she walked past her. 


She had no display of power and skill like ulshia, to be able to wield a two handed Longsword with such minimum effort was something truly impressive, but she could wield magic. And if she wanted to get better.. She'd have to do this and have others point out her flaws.


"**I took up combat for the sole reason of protecting others and myself, before he passed, my father spent years teaching me that if we have the will to fight then we must use it to protect those who do not. To do battle is to take up arms in defence of oneself or their beloved and no more.**" 


She'd unsheathe her rapier from the scabbard delicately, it was a shell dish, duelists rapier and the craftsmanship was beautiful. The blade glinted as she took a stance with her left foot to the side and her right foot forward, extending the tip of the blade forward toward the empty air. She was graceful in her movement, like a ballerina.. Albeit a little stiff. However, she held nothing in her left hand.. It was open and empty. A mistake when wielding such a weapon type. 

"***Luminos.***"

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Immediately, upon speaking her whisper the blade would begin to glow with a golden dust spiralling around it, in fact.. That golden dust spiralled around not only the entire sword but Rosaria's entire body. Her eyes shifting from blue to gold. "**It was my promise to my father, to fight only for what I felt was right in the depths of my heart. To do so, I wield this rapier with both magic and might.**" 

Her Rapier was enchanted, allowing her magic to imbue and cast spells using it much like a catalyst 

*Rosaria would then sheath her blade once again, gently bow her head and make her way back to her seat. As she did so, the glow from before would vanish and her golden trail of magic would instead form small angels who would land on her head and shoulders, all in different poses before dispersing into dust.*
Jamie
*Noble. That how Ulshia would describe Rosaria's reasoning. A noble reason to fight, very much unlike herself. She watched with interest at the fancy magic that Rosaria performs. Then looked past that, looking at Rosaria's actual stance. She was a bit stiff, but that's to be expected. What was most egregious, however was her empty hand. An empty hand was a useless hand. If you have two hands, keep them occupied somehow.*

"If I may offer some advice, Rose, I suggest you find a buckler or parrying dagger to use in your off hand. If you have two hands, you should use them."
Marion
*Marcus understands now what this is - a lesson and exposition on different fighting techniques - and he wholeheartedly approves. As a military man, seeing and learning about various styles of fighting is always of great interest to him, and it brings back many good memories of time spent both being trained himself, and training others. He is mildly surprised to find himself smiling, and in a much better mood...*

*He does not react to the wolf-man's statement beyond an understanding nod. It saddens Marcus to see a victim of unfair assumptions and prejudice.*

*The one-armed woman's display of strength is impressive to Marcus. It takes dedication and discipline to recover from the loss of an arm, or perhaps just plain stubbornness; and it takes far more strength than many would believe to swing a longsword singlehandedly. He nods in approval and respect.*

*Up next, before Marcus has any chance to react or actually introduce himself as he had neglected to do, the lady with the Rapier stands and makes a marvelous, if flashy, display of magic and budding swordswomanship. Marcus grins - were he instructing rather than the snake-woman, this girl would receive especially great attention to foster the potential talent he sees.*

"That is not necessarily true, if you'll pardon my difference in opinion."
** **

*Marcus' voice is soft, but holds a hint of sternness as he responds to the one armed swordswoman's comment on an empty hand. He stands, and walks to the front so he can stand by the young rapier weirder. He first bows to the snakelike woman, and introduces himself.*

"I am Marcus Publius, Praefectus in the Last Legion of His Majesty Lucius Tarquinius Priscus-Aurora, and Dragonsworn of Lord Perno. I apologize for my late arrival, I fear I have missed everyone's introductions."

*Marcus glances over the rapier wielder once more with a critical eye to confirm his thoughts before he voices them. Satisfied, he nods and continues speaking.*

"Hers is a weapon suited to quick action and counters, using the opponent's mass and momentum against them. She has the capacity to become deadly through sheer agility, and - pardon if this sounds rude, it is not meant to be - she is relatively short and thin, which would have her appear as a weak little girl in the eyes of an opponent. Small light bodies are very well suited to agile fighting styles that take advantage of an opponent's size, taking that perceived strength and turning it into a weakness."

"While a small item such as a dagger or buckler might not slow her down, and in many cases would be beneficial, that doesn't mean an empty hand is useless. An empty hand can be used to grab an opponent and upset their balance, or to add extra power to the main weapon, or to cast additional spells. Openhanded is a somewhat more risky version of this style, but one I've seen used to deadly effect. For example:"

*With sword still in scabbard, Marcus uses slow exaggerated movements to illustrate what he now explains.*

** **

"If I happen to be striking with an overhand swing, she can use her much swifter weapon to push mine to the side and twist her body out of the way. At this point she can use her free hand to do several things; such as push me at a moment when the momentum of my swing makes it easy or push my arm to *Add* Momentum my body is not expecting - both of which set her up for a perfect follow through. Or she could cast a point-blank spell right in my face."

*Marcus again bows to the snake woman, and in an apologetic tone says:*

"Sorry for taking over for a moment, I simply wished to point out one should not assume an empty hand is useless."

*He turns again to face the one armed swordswoman, and says in that same apologetic tone:*

"I'm not saying you're wrong to suggest a buckler or dagger; only that I've seen people killed by supposedly empty hands in the way I describe. There are fighting styles that make empty hands quite useful indeed."
Marlene
*She'd nod her head to Marcus, before waving him off* "No harm done, I've called this debate together in order for such conversations to happen - and I am thus far delighted by the results. All parties have good opinions, and as when it comes to to combat... One can fight in various and countless ways - like if one uses a weapon, but has their other hand empty they could use it for various things."

*To display her point, she'd be holding her own staff in one clawed palm - while in her other she'd begin to move it in a sort of manner until a swirling orb of wind formed in her palm.*

"One can cast given spells with their other hand, if they so choose. But options can be quite endless" *She remarked, before releasing her control over the sphere as the wind blew out softly around the area.*

"Now would anyone else like to offer a display of their combative arts, if not we can perhaps see about moving onto possible sparring - if anyone is interested in such?"
Jamie
*Ulshia listens to Marcus speak intently. Now here's a guy who knows his stuff. Perhaps just as experienced as she is herself. She has the barest glimmer of a smile on her face as he speaks. He certainly makes a few good points. Open handed fighting can have its advantages. However, Ulshia is advising an inexperienced fighter. It is best that they fight safe. Though, she had neglected to think of using the free hand for casting. Now that is a far better reason to fight with an open hand. Ulshia was no caster, she had no an ounce of the arcane within her.*

"You make good points, Marcus, I will admit. Perhaps I am just advising her to be cautious. She is, by her own admission, not highly experienced. The extra defense a parrying dagger or buckler will provide will likely far outweigh its cons. Ah, but this is not a topic I should debate on. It is for Rosaria to choose, not me. I'll shut up now."
Darren
Rosaria was fully captivated by the words of both Ulshia and Marcus, her take on her empty hand and his own opinions on how having an empty hand *Can* Prove beneficial in some circumstance, albeit much riskier then just having an additional weapon or shield. 

Her cheeks flustered red, taken back by the display of power by Svilena, a gust of wind blowing back her hair as sparkles of her golden dust began to rise, creating a dull but noticeable golden glow around her entire body. An outline.

"**Im surrounded by titles, so much skill and knowledge.. I'm grateful for the input and support from all of you, truly,**" 


Rosaria would bow her head respectfully, to everybody there. She was truly grateful for all the criticism and advice.. So much so that the golden dust tied to her mana, formed Angels once more, three in total who, on her head and shoulders also bowed out of respect.
Jamie
*Ulshia waved her hand dismissively. She doesn't really like being thanked for this. She hasn't really done anything, just pointed out something she found obvious.*

"Eh, don't mention it. Better you learn it here than during a fight."
Susana
Upon Marcus introducing himself and placing himself in the center of the pavilion, Ginji lowered his head a bit with flattened ears, almost as if he was preparing to curl up into a ball. Ulshia was already an intimidating figure with the power she exerted with her presence alone. This man was a step right above that with the stern voice of a commander, and seemingly the combat expertise of one as well. With that armor of his, giving off a bulky appearance, Marcus was built like a bear. Except to him, a bear would probably be no more of a danger than a mouse in his home. A minor inconvenience.

At the very least, Ginji was thankful that no one here held ill will towards one another. Ginji was certainly intrigued by Rosaria's fighting style. He would have agreed with Ulshia that a buckler would suit her well in battle, but the potential of her magic was something to behold. Upon her bringing up "Titles", Ginji let out a soft laugh as he waved his hand around as if to shoo away her words.

"Oh, you won't be finding any titles for me, Miss Valentine. I have not gotten anywhere near such a feat. But I digress. Your magic is simply fascinating. I've never seen anything quite like it. Is that some form of light magic? Or holy magic, perhaps? It certainly seems that way. But I would not know. I... Lack any magical prowess, personally. Only ever had to rely on my own physical capabilities."

Ginji got up to examine the three little angels more closely, slowly raising a hand to poke one and see if his hand would have gone through it, or if the angels were now solid objects or beings.
Darren
The Angel, in response to his poke would stagger back and fall onto its bum. Huffing and puffing with a bit of an annoyed expression, the other two would panic and try to pick them back up, before the three would disperse into dust completely and begin floating around the air; before just phasing into her hair. 

Rosaria, who was a bit lost just as much as Ginji was as to the true origin or element of her magic would respond openly and honestly. 

"**Truthfully? I'm not sure, I only recently unlocked the ability to use my magic less then a few weeks ago. Prior to that, I had no idea about it.**" 

She would hold out her hand, to which one of the angels would form following a trail of dust again, this one took the appearance of Ginji himself and mimicked every one of his movements in the palm of her hand. "**I call them my friends, but.. Or my little dustlings. They protect me sometimes when I'm going to get hurt by casting my magic for me, or in one case they saved a man from falling into a pit of mud by shielding his fall. Truthfully, I have a lot to learn still.**" 

She'd bow her head again. "**My apologies, I'm a novice truly.**"
Susana
The very appearance of the little angel in her hand was enough of a trigger to have him remove his mask, lifting it up for a moment to truly examining the little cherub that held his exact appearance. Or well, with the mask still on, but he wondered if the magic knew what his face looked like underneath. To everyone around hin, there honestly wasnt anything wrong with his face to warrant wearing a mask in the first place, so there was definitely another reason for him having it on all the time. Ginji carefully held a finger in front of the little Ginji angel, not poking it but allowing it to touch his finger and see how it reacted.

"N... No no, do not apologize. Not having any answer only makes it more intriguing in your capabilities. You say you are a novice, but your control of this magic you possess shows you are off to a great start when it comes to protecting both yourself and others. Certainly more than I could do currently, so that makes *Me* The novice to you in comparison."

Ginji put his mask back on as he crossed his arms in thought, his tail swaying from side to side as the tip of it brushed against the floor, sweeping away any sand that might have blown onto thr pavilion.

"So you only unlocked your abilities a few weeks ago, you say? What was it that triggered such a response, might I ask? I wonder if perhaps... I also have magical potential in myself, but it simply needs to be unleashed?"
Jamie
"Here's an idea, Genjiro. Why don't you and Rosaria spar together, hm? That way the two of you can chat while you clash. Meanwhile, I can spar with Marcus. He seems closer to my... Level of experience, I would say."

*Ulshia shoots a glance at Marcus.*

"Is that acceptable to everyone here? Do let me know if I'm being... Pushy. I haven't had a proper spar in ages, and I'm a little impatient."

*Ulshia is very curious about Marcus. He looks and talks like he has experience and Ulshia is curious about his fighting style. Of course, it won't be a fight, just some simple sparing. Nothing actually dangerous.*
Marlene
*She allowed the group to debate among themselves, before she spoke up herself* "If there are those interested in doing a bit of sparring then do follow me outside of the pavilion and out here onto the ground, tis a bit sandy but ye should have enough room. I would ask that those seeking to spar be mindful - I don't wish to have to bring anyone to the town healers."

*With that warning, Svilena would walk out into the open area in front of the pavilion, those still inside could easily watch the sparring from inside - the day was warm, but still cool and shouldn't limit anyone. The Bhante would stand ready to oversee and observe the spar for the safety of both combatants.*
Jamie
*Ulshia follows her outside without hesitation. She stands a good distance away from her, as she waits, keeping an eye out for whoever wishes to be her sparing partner. As she does, she does a few stretches to limber herself up, including cracking her knuckles one handedly... Somehow.*
Darren
The Angel would remove the mask much like Ginji, mimicking his movements but it's face would be spotless and clean, no facial features or anything, a blank canvas until.. His face was revealed fully; only then would the Angel fully mimic him, effectively becoming a mini golden ginji. 

Mini Ginji would extend their finger to touch Big Ginji's finger, but just as they touched; *Poof!* They would disperse into dust and flow back into Rosaria's golden hair. 


Meanwhile, The indirect compliment of him being the novice caused Rosaria to smile and nod her head repeatedly in understanding his point, now ready to answer his next question, which was.. `What was it that triggered such a response?` 

She would pause for a moment and think.. "**Well..**"

*...*

"**..Uhm..**"

*.....*

"**...You see...**"


*................*


At this point a small angel would appear again, then another one dressed up as a.. Pig? No! A boar! It ran really fast at the other angel and then exploded into dust, the first-non boar angel exaggerating the effect by doing a "Bwoooosh!" Gesture with their arms, before also vanishing. 


"**AH!**"


Rosaria clasped her hands together in a "*Oh right*" Sort of gesture, before explaining:

.
"**I was wandering the woods one day and came across a boar, I didn't intend to bother it so I tried going the other way; till I realized I was standing roughly 20 feet away from a giant spiders nest, my heart nearly stopped so I ran the other away opposite to the spiders and then.. Well, ran into the boar. The two of us locked eyes and then before I knew it, I was running from the boar since I didn't wanna hurt him, he chased me until we got to a dead end, with my back literally to a rock wall; I turned to face him.. But I was so scared that I fumbled unsheathing my rapier; in my panic.. The dusties came out and casted a wall of light. Without me even doing anything, without lifting a finger.. I was so taken back, and the boar smashed head first into the wall, then ran away. I guess it got scared of the magic.**"

Explained Rosaria, who would then rub her chin and pause for a second. 

"**Before that, I was helping a traveller get his mount out of a pit of really deep mud, or.. Quicksand? It doesn't matter, either way we was about to get it out when I saw him nearly fall in, in my panic; I thrust my palm forward to reach out to him but rather then grab his hand, I somehow casted a wall of light; which he landed on. In both scenarios; I was under a lot of stress. So maybe that's what triggered it? I haven't been able to replicate anything like it since. But then again, I haven't been under much stress since those last scenarios. This world and the people in it are so magical and inspiring.. Everyday I learn something new and it drives me forward to keep learning. It's hard to be afraid, when nearly everything you see is beautiful in some way or another. Ya'know?**" 

She'd blush a bright pink and scratch her cheek, having now rambled on to Ginji. 

"**Uh, sorry. Went on a bit there.**"
Susana
Ginji let out another soft laugh as he waved his hand around, his ears giving a little flick.

"Oh, hush now, you are fine. If you had all of that to say, then you simply needed to say it all to get the point across. You are just as confused about your own magic, so you reminiscing on those events was you *Also* Seeking an answer. While it did not entirely give me an answer I was looking for, I think it may just be a sign I am not made for magic. But you, Miss Valetine, are on a path as bright as your magic. I admire your noble reasoning to take up combat. Quite inspiring, indeed."

His head turned to the direction Ulshia and Svilena walked towards, seeing as Ulshia was preparing himself for a spar with someone here. While he was certain *Anyone* Could take her up on that offer, Ginji was keen on her idea that she would fight Marcus and he would to fight Rosaria. Not that he thought lowly of Rosaria, but rather... He holds fear at the thought of getting into combat with her right away. He would at least allow her and Marcus to fight so he could get a feel as to how they *Both* Fair in combat. From appearances and the tone of the atmosphere they both give off, he would assume "*Quite* Well".

"...Now, Miss Valentine, might you be interested in a spar against myself? I will admit that while I have my years of experience in combat, most of it has been from the beasts of these lands. I... Dont normally find myself in combat with people, mostly because I don't like it all too much. I only fought with others when necessary, such as bandits wishing to do harm to me. So forgive me, if you *Do* Choose to spar with me, and my actions seem rather cautious and wavering to you. But if you choose not to, I... Suppose I could go spar with Miss Hearthstrong."
Marion
"I am certainly not opposed to a short bout, though I must confess I am fatigued from my flight to the island. Forgive me if I prove disappointing." *Marcus says in response to the swordswoman. He nods respectfully at the young rapier wielder Rosaria - if he caught the name correctly, and at Ginjiro as well. Then he walks the short distance over to the one armed swordswoman, bowing again to Svilena and rebuckling his sword to his belt along the way. He does take the chance to do some stretching of his own since his soon to be partner is.*

*Mere moments later, Marcus stands fully upright and takes what looks like a dagger from his belt. Without any obvious command the hilt abruptly extends several feet, turning it into a beautiful spear. He presses a finger to the blade, and it begins to glow a soft blue.*

"May I see your weapon? This spell I just used encases the edge of the blade, preventing it from cutting a sparring partner. Ah, and pardon me, but since I missed the beginning of the class I haven't caught your name yet..."
Jamie
*Ulshia unsheathes her long blade and holds up out to Marcus. She'd never seen a spell like this before. It's certainly handy, if a bit boring. However, it's definitely better than the alternative. She waits until the spell is cast before backing up a few paces and lazily getting into her fighting position. She'll start slow, she doesn't want to overwhelm anyone in what is supposed to be a simple sparring match.*

"Ulshia Hearthstrong. A pleasure to spar with you. I like your spear, very tricky. I need to get my hands... Hand on a trick weapon like that."
Marlene
*Svilena nodded her head to the pair, glad to see the safety spell Marcus used to protect each other - she'd let them take up their places while she did the same* "Ulshia and Marcus, ye both may begin whenever - keep it clean and good luck to the both of ye."

*She'd strike her staff on the ground, the rings chiming against each other - signaling the start of the match.*
Jamie
*Ulshia makes the first move. Since this is a simple spar, she will have to forgo her preferred fighting style. Normally, Ulshia was a hyper aggressive attacker. She attacked endlessly, quickly, and without pause. The goal of this style is quickly wear down the target and capitalize on their mistakes. Of course, this type of fighting is not suitable for a spar.*

*Ulshia attacks simply and at a decent pace, telegraphing her movements first. She is gauging Marcus to see how well he can fight.*
Darren
Rosaria would nod again in response to Ginji's appraisal on her reasoning, a smile unable to hide itself on her face. She'd.. Honestly never been this praised before for anything. Not since.. Well, before.

"**..Thank you..**"

She replied, before listening to his explanation about only ever having fought beasts. The invitation to spar and the caution in regards to sparring with accidental lethality. She swayed this word away physically with her hand in a gesture as she said: "**No no, I totally get it. Truthfully I only ever fought my father, and tried to run from most beasts I encountered rather then fight them, assuming I stepped on their land.. It wouldn't be right to kill them.**" 


She'd turn her gaze toward the other fighters who were approaching one another outside, then winced at the speed of Ulshia dashing forward. Marcus' extending spear causing Rosaria to ooh and Aaa internally with a child's excitement. It was like watching two champions duel at the summit of their powers. 

"*Such ..Ferocity!*

Rosaria took Ginji's hand, she didn't ask rather she was too filled with excitement to think to and stepped closer to the battle between Ulshia and Marcus, but right next to Svilena. "**Marcus cast a spell on Ulshia's blade, allowing them to duel with full force without seriously hurting eachother. Do you think that you can do that for us?**" 

Asked Rosaria to Svilena, now letting go of Ginji's hand once she realized she was holding it. "**W-whup! Sorry!**"
Marlene
*To Rosaria's question, Svilena would look away from the duel and shake her head* "I am unfamiliar with such spells myself, but perhaps when these two are finished - ye can ask Marcus to coat ye weapons the same way?"

*She chuckled at the pair, before returning her gaze to the the duel at hand - it would be very interesting to see how these two fought each other.*
Darren
With a slight disappointment but overall understanding; Rose nodded and went a little quiet, she couldn't really argue with that logic. 

Turning to face the duel between the others, she'd lower both arms to her side and just idly watch. "**Im so excited, my blood is rushing like crazy. I used to love practicing with Father.**"
Susana
Ginji was so focused on the dueling warriors from afar that he had not expected to be hoisted away by Rosario, nearly tripping over his own feet as he was pulled to watch the duel closer. She had quite the bit of strength for such a small girl despite the height difference. But then again, had Ginji put any effort to keep himself steady, she might have struggled like pushing against a brick wall. Unless her magic gave her a hidden strength for her size? Who was to say, but if that was the case, the spar with her would certainly be an interesting one.

Ginji's attentions were so focused on Ulshia and Marcus that he had not noticed Rosaria was still holding his had. While he was not expecting her to continue holding it, he didnt think too much of it.

"Hm? Oh, no worries, Miss Valentine. I know you meant no harm with it. You are simply fascinated by the battle before us. As you said, '*Such ferocity*', haha. I am quite invested as well, in all honesty. Partially to learn what they are both capable of if I'm to spar with them after you, but also because I find their potential intimidating... I-In a good way of course, haha. As anyone would be intimidated by warriors of such skill and merit. I expect a hectic battle to unfold."

Ginji sat down with his legs crossed as he got comfortable for what might be a long haul of a spar. His tail wagged behind him eagerly, pushing away the sand, dirt, and dust on the pavilion.
Marion
*Marcus expected Ulshia to make the first move, and spent the first little while in defense. He dodged, blocked, and pushed aside her swift strikes with the length of his spear, allowing her to push him back as he learns a bit about the way she moves.*

"You're quite skilled!" *He yells out to her between strikes, smiling and starting to hold his ground.*

*This is the point when he really begins to invest himself in this duel. His moves become fluid, like water and wind, making him seem to dance more than just block parry and dodge. His large black wings make it possible for him to extend himself in 'unnatural' ways while maintaining his balance, adding to the fluidic nature of his style. It is obvious with how natural it all seems to come to him that the spear is his favored weapon.*

*Marcus has yet to make any headway since he yielded the initiative to Ulshia, remaining defensive. The two seem to actually be of reasonably similar skill and experience, as she has yet to make any real strikes on Marcus aside from a few glancing blows to his armor that he expected and allowed in certain situations.*

*Soon, he* ***Finally*** *Begins to make offensive strikes, no longer content to defend and observe his opponent's style. It starts with him using the round shield strapped to his left arm for the first time, pushing one of Ulshia's strikes to the side with it as he uses the other hand to make a swift jab at her neck. While it's possible the sudden change in method might be startling enough to allow the hit to land, Marcus would be surprised if Ulshia didn't manage to dodge or counter in some way.*
Jamie
*Ulshia was beginning to feel a bit frustrated, all he was doing was focusing on defense. Where were his attacks? Though, if he really wanted to focus on defense that bad... She could certainly put that to the test. On and on she strikes, slowly and deliberately. She hasn't done anything actually impressive yet, waiting for Marcus to "Get into the groove" So to speak. In doing all this, she had made the most fatal mistake one can make while fighting, spar or otherwise. She had let her guard down. So when Marcus jabs with his off hand, she didn't see it coming. His fist connects with her throat, causing her to cough and grunt.*

*When she recovers, she actually looks a bit angry. To Marcus, it would appear that she is mad at him. In reality, she is mad at herself for allowing that strike to hit.*

"All right then. You were smart to cast that spell. I hope you're confident in your defense."

*Ulshia took a half step back, taking a breath. Focusing herself as she preparing to fight using her typical fighting style, instead of the more standard one she had been using before. She will not allow him to have the initiative in this little sparring match.*

*Internally she know that this was silly. This isn't a real fight, she didn't need to take it so seriously. But Ulshia is competitive and has been waiting for an actual sword fight for quick some time. So... To hell with decorum.*

*Ulshia explodes forward with new vigor, her fighting style completely different. No more measured attacks and telegraphed moves. She is all strikes, all the time, not giving Marcus any room to breath. Anytime he takes a step back, she takes a step forward. If Marcus ever takes a step forward... Well, so does she. She rips the sword through the air violently, as if she's right to slice* **Through** *Him. With every strike there is a resounding "Clang!" As sword hits spear.*

*She let's out a loud boisterous bark of laughter, a genuine smile on her face.*

"Ah! I've missed this!"
Darren
Rosaria was a bit awestruck by the display before her, Marcus was so calculated and tactical with every moment, using his wings to gain an agility and spacing advantage whereas watching Ulshia was like watching a feral bear frenzy with its claws, swing after swing after swing, with not even a single drop in power.

"**Its almost like they're two opposites.. Clashing with equal amounts of strategy, Sir Marcus is incredibly agile and his defence is strong, but watching Ulshia.. It's like a roaring cannon with an unlimited capacity, firing at full speed.**" Rosaria rambled a bit then..

A ..*Spotlight?., where did-..*


Rosaria was suddenly holding two pompoms from-... Where-..
...


.... Lifting both her arms in the air whilst shouting aloud: "**Go Go Go! May the best fighter win!**" Rosaria was ecstatic! 

The angels accompanied her and were dressed as cheer leaders, three of them equally jumping to mimic her movements in excitement, whilst two more pretended to be Ulshia and Marcus, mimicking their fight to a much less grand extent. 

*Rosie was enjoying herself and her magic reacted accordingly to her emotions.*
Marion
*Marcus was already fatigued from his flight to the island, so Ulshia's sudden change of pace manages to land a few blows. None would have been serious wounds if this were real combat, but Marcus respect for her feroucious fighting style increases nonetheless.*

*He alternates between standing his ground, sidestepping, and taking measured steps back, slowly bringing the pair around in a circle. Marcus' defense holds strong, but he does take an occasional chance at quick flurries of offensive strikes - jabs with the spear at the neck, sweeping strikes at the feet, pokes at the waist and shoulders - often with two or three in quick succession.*

*Shield and Spear make for quite the impressive combination, allowing Marcus to push Ulshia away with the shield if she gets inside the range of his spear, and giving him both defense and offense with the spear from a fair distance.*

"Your fighting is ferocious! The crowd would love you in our Colisseium!" *Marcus barks back at her, smiling as he begins to truly enjoy the sparring match.*

*Marcus knows that by now his moves are becoming familiar to Ulshia - but hers are becoming just as familiar to him too. He needs to make a move now or risk a loss, especially with his earlier fatigue starting to catch up to him.*

** **

*His wings are still sore from the long flight, but he needs to make some moves Ulshia hasn't seen yet to keep her on her toes. He has yet to use his wings for more than balance in his fluid fighting style... But... The next time she pulls her sword back to bring it around for another swing, Marcus leaps forward with his shield extended, and the speartip just to the side. He uses his wings to help his legs propel himself forward with* ***Astonshing*** *Speed. Ordinary foes would certainly be knocked flat and trampled underfoot, but Ulshia is far from normal... And this does leave his legs wide open if Ulshia manages to push the momentum of her own sword down enough in that tiny window of time to strike at them... This might give Marcus the opportunity however to jab his spear forward for a good clean strike as well since it's only held with the tip next to his shield... How will this risky but blindingly fast move play out? Or will Ulshia manage to pull something off that Marcus doesn't expect even with all his experience? She is after all on his skill level after all, so that wouldn't be surprising...*
Jamie
*Ulshia was having the time of her life, and it showed. Rosaria's cheering certainly helped that mood quite a bit. As she attacked in her frenzy, the entire time, she had a grin plastered on her face. Her eyes were wide, absorbing and reacting to every movement Marcus makes at the speed of thought. Primal instinct honed by decades of experience guided her every move. However, she had never fought an opponent with wings before. He was proving difficult to nail down due to the mobility they gave him. Obviously, that didn't stop her from trying.*

"I do not fight for money anymore! Your coliseum will have to find a different fighter!"

*When he performed that attack, practically flying at her at immense speed, she had very little time to react. Oh, but react she did. She would not let him get a hit in like he did with that cheeky jab. No, not at all.*

*Ulshia planted the tip of her blade into the ground beneath her. Then, using that leverage, threw her foot into the path of the spear. Now, this would be an idiotic move for anyone else. However, Ulshia, in addition to losing an arm, also lost a foot. However, she was able to get a prosthetic foot to replace her old one. The spear imbedded it's self into the fake foot, stopping its path. Ulshia then kicked that leg out, pushing Marcus's body unnaturally, causing him to stumble. Using this opportunity, Ulshia leapt at him, leaving her sword behind. Her hand found his neck, and she reeled back, shoving his back onto the ground and now crouched over him.*

"You're good. But I'm better."
Marlene
*Seeing the outcome of the match, Svilena would strike the butt of her staff against the ground while it was being held in her tail. She'd clap her palms together, approaching the pair.*

"Most excellent, quite the display of combat to be certain. Come do let yourselves have a moment of rest before we move on to another match - I'd have to wonder how such a fight would go if ye both were to go all out..."

*This lesson was proving to be most enlightening and enjoyable. But for now Svilena would assist in walking the pair back to the pavilion to rest.*

"So of ye spar, what thoughts do the two of ye have to share?" *She'd ask them.*
Jamie
*Ulshia straightened up, pulling Marcus to his feet and clapping him on the back.*

"He's a damn good fighter. Not much else to really say. I've never fought someone with wings before. That last little truck almost got me."

*Ulshia sits down under the roof of the pavilion and sighs, looking out over Ginjiro and Rosaria, eager to see them fight.*
Susana
Watching these two go at it in a fight was like how Ginji would watch two big cats or bears fighting over territory or a carcass. Two absolute units who held years of experience and skill at their belts, two minds calculating their next move with efficiency to take down an opponent. Each strike from one another sent spark of anticipation aflame inside of him, wondering when the moment the tension of the fight would explode. One strike to suddenly cause these two to clash like titans. For a brief moment, Ginji was distracted by the sudden light falling down upon Rosaria, as well as the glowing balls of fluffy light in her hands as she started cheering them on. It certainly came out of nowhere, but the way her voice washed over the fight was empowering. It almost made *Him* Want to get up and fight with her encouragement.

Ginji's ears perked up the moment he saw Marcus's wings spread open, causing him to lean forward in eagerness. If Ginji had been in a seat, he would be completely off his seat in excitement. From within his mask, his jaw dropped at the way Ulshia did *Not* Dodge the attack, but allow the spear to lodge into her foot as she swung Marcus's entire body with the momentum. A burst of sand rose to the sky as she slammed him, pinning him down into submission for victory.

With Rosaria cheering at his side, Ginji stood up with an applause for the two fighters.

"My, you two were sure something out there, haha! Truly a test of strength between you two, and yet only a sampling of your full potentials. I shudder in both fear and excitement at a full-fledged fight between you two would look like. May I be glad we are not enemies here today, fighting for sport and experience rather than at war. I doubt any fight with me would reach quite that calibur, unfortunately to say."
Marion
*Marcus laughs as he quite suddenly finds he's been knocked flat on the ground.*

"That was a good move! I'll definitely be taking this lesson to heart."

*He smiles at Ulshia and nods in thanks as she helps him up, shortening his spear again to clip it to his belt. He does wince slightly as Ulshia slaps him on the back - it just happens to hit a still sore muscle from his flight - but it doesn't bother him. Marcus smiles at Ginjiro, acknowledging his praise for the fight with a nod. He turns to the snake woman... Was it Svilena? - and responds enthusiastically.*

"It was quite an enlightening bout; I've never had a chance to fight someone with a prosthetic, I learned a good hard lesson that would have killed me in a real fight. I'm curious now however what *You* Thought of our little fight?"

*He also sits in the shade of the pavilion once they get there, pulling one of the cushions over to sit on. He once again stretches his wings to keep the sore muscles from becoming stiff... And notices something in the corner of his vision. It turns out to be a loose feather sticking out at an odd angle, which he frowns at and finishes plucking from his wing. It's one of his larger feathers (almost the length of his forearm) which concerns him. So he looks at the root to see if he's somehow damaged his wing, then chuckles and leans over to give it to Ulshia.*

"There, a souvenir of your victory."
Marlene
"What I though of ye fight?" *She'd click her tongue tongue out, while fixing her bracelets just a tad.*

"I do believe I shall withhold my overall review of all parties towards the end of our lesson, I do believe next up is to be Ginjiro and Rosie yes?" *She'd glance at the pair. Svilena remembered what Rosie had asked of her before, and looked back to Marcus* "If ye have a moment, might ye cast that spell ye did for yourself and Ulshia once more? Rosie had asked me, but I am unfamiliar with the spell itself."
Marion
*Marcus will nod, and beckon both Ginjiro and Rosie to come over so he can cast the spell on their weapons...*

*Once the spell is cast on each weapon, he sits back to observe...*
Jamie
*Ulshia turns to Marcus and gives him a smile. Different from before, though. No savage glee or superiority. Instead she gives him a look of genuine respect.*

"Normally, I don't accept souvenirs, but you are very, very good. I'd like to spar with you again in the future. I feel like next time you'll beat me. I look forward to it."

*Ulshia takes the feather from Marcus and places it behind her ear.*

"I'd give you something of mine, but I don't think you want Yuan-ti pureblood scales. They're a bit unsanitary. Oh wait. I do have something I can give you!"

*Ulshia reaches into her bag and retrieves another blueberry muffin. She hands it to Marcus.*

"Homemade. I'm a baker by trade."
Susana
Ginji's ears perked up as he quickly turned his attentions to Marcus. Stepping towards him, he took out his two daggers from their sheaths, holding them up towards Marcus. Up close, it was hard to say whether they should be considered large daggers or shortswords. He awaited the moment the same energy engulfed his own weapons before stepping away and giving Marcus a bow. From there Ginji stepped out onto the open area. He began doing stretches like the other two did, pulling in his arms, bending and reaching his legs outward, rolling his neck to loosen up any tense muscles.

"I hope I may provide you with a fight as thrilling as the previous one, Miss Valentine. Do not hold back against me, I wish to see you fight with you heart put into it."

Speaking of hearts, however, his own was going ballistic in his chest. He felt as if the bar was set high from the last fight. Even if this wasn't a contest or a show, he at least wanted to have his combat skills be *Somewhat* Praise-worthy to the two experienced fighters. Three, if counting Svilena as well. But also, there was the anxiousness of fighting another person, especially someone as small as Rosaria. If he wasn't careful, he feared he might accidentally hurt her. But he shook his head and took a deep breath, not wanting his worries to weigh him down in the fight.
Marion
Marcus:
*Marcus gratefully takes the offered muffin and takes a tentative bite. He hums in pleasant surprise, and says:*

"I usually don't like things that are as sweet as this, but this muffin of yours is actually quite good! Thank you."

*He gleefully takes another bite, and comments in a humble but mildly humorous way* "I'm more inclined to believe we would end in a draw next time - unless I were to use my magic, then I might have a chance at beating you."

*He returns his attention to Ginjiro and Rose, noticing that the wolfish boy seems a little uneasy about the fight. He tilts his head in confusion for a moment... Then it dawns on him that Ginjiro might actually be worried about hurting the girl. He calls out to the duo in an attempt to assuage that fear.*

"Ginjiro, Rose, don't worry so much about hurting each other. You've got the three of us watching, and if you actually *Do* Somehow hurt your partner I can do some basic healing. Nothing impressive, but enough there won't be lasting damage."

*If anyone in the group notices, the shortening of Rose's name into a friendly nickname comes naturally enough Marcus doesn't even realize he did it. Who knows what she'll think of it when he has only just met the woman?*
Marlene
*After a bit of discussion, Svilena decided perhaps it was best to have a bit of late lunch before the next round of likely matches - thus cooked seafood and local fruits were brought out for the attendees. For drinks, both tea and local spirits were offered, they being on the lighter tone so as to avoid anyone becoming drunk.*

"Let us dine and carry on with our discussions, would anyone here like to share a few tales? I see a few seasoned travelers in a few of ye" Svilena remarked, welcoming all to sit down and have their fill. She'd let anyone speak up first, least to begin a sort of conversation - also it seemed that a few late arrivals to the lesson had began to turn up; perhaps lured in by the smell of food.*
Jerome
*An ominous figure approaches the gathering in the sandy shore. Gestalt - in his usual looming, dark presence, can be seen walking over from quite a ways off - his dark attire, and dark fur, contrasting strongly from the brighter tones of the sand. He doesn't say anything upon arriving, save for a deadpan nod towards Svilena, and doesn't take long to sit on one of the pillows. He's notably on edge for some reason, his gaze frequently looking to those nearest as if expecting trouble.*
Marlene
*Svilena would raise her tea cup in a greeting manner towards Gestalt, she was glad to see that he accepted her invitation - for now she relaxed and listened to the conversations, chiming in herself whenever there seemed to be a moment.*
Elizabeth
*It wasn't often that shinobi of the Kage Clan went on adventures based solely on suspicion, but a chance of this nature was too lucrative to let slip by. A conference of skilled fighters from around the world to discuss methodology and discipline? One would be foolish to not look into such a thing. Ten of the ninja organization's most skilled operatives traversed the seashore towards the meeting; it would seem that their intel proved correct. Given their rather intense appearance (though short of stature and bushy tailed, masked and hooded figures dressed head-to-toe in black rarely inspired calm), the ten approached with their hands facing outward and away from the various weapons that sat at the ready in their scarlet sash-like belts.

Upon seeing Gestalt at the meeting, the group pause and observed the cat curiously. Had they met him before?*
Marion
*Marcus scratches his chin in thought for a moment, thinking about what stories he could tell. The midnight black cat person however distracts him, followed immediately thereafter by... Raccoons? This group is most interesting indeed.* 

*The cat seems to be... Troubled, so Marcus waves in greeting but otherwise leaves him alone. The group of raccoons seem friendlier at the moment, so he greets them more properly.*

"I am Marcus Publius, Praefectus in the Last Legion of His Majesty Lucius Tarquinius Priscus-Aurora, and Dragonsworn of Lord Perno." *He says to them after standing up. He steps over to them and crouches down to be more on their level, offering a hand to shake.*

"You are quite interesting folk, and I can already tell you would make for quite difficult opponents were we to fight. Your kind being naturally quiet and quick coupled with dark fur and clothing would give you a significant advantage in stealth, and make you difficult targets... Learning from you would be most enlightening. May I ask your names?"
Susana
The smell of charred fish with the lingering scent of seasalt and the eyecatching colors of the fruit assortment was a nice respite from the combat sessions, even if there had only been one fight thus far. The muffin had only done so much to fill Ginji up, and if he was going to be fighting someone, *Especially* Someone other than Rosaria, he was going to need as much nutrients as he could get. He gingerly took a plate to his spot with evened portions, not wanting to overeat and be left sluggish. He carefully moved his mask to the side, his whole face revealed again as he took bites out of the food.

Ginji's ears flicked at the mention of tales from their adventurers, prompting him to think back to any memorable tales of his own. However, his thought process was interupted by the arrival of a rather large and odd-looking bipedal cat. Although it was not like any bipedal big cat he had ever seen before, on the note of the extra pair of arms and the tentacles sprouting from their back. The soulless hate-fueled stare the cat made when looking around put Ginji at unease. The kinds of people that Svilena found for this were getting scarier by the second.

And this didn't stop as, not a moment later, a group of what appeared to be raccoons in ninja attire. Ginji had to do a double take as his head whipped towards the direction of the newcomers. *Does... Does this count as one fighter or multiple?*, he thought as he watched the raccoon squad moving almost in unison like a hive mind. There wasn't anything unique about then physically in comparison to the walking panther creature. They were just... Raccoons. Ginji quickly removed his gaze from them as he thought back to the many raccoons he had hunted in the past. He certainly hoped this wasn't an act of revenge if he had taken away any of their friends or relatives. Slowly, he shifted his mask back to only have his mouth exposed to hide the rest of his face.
Elizabeth
*The group of ebon clad raccoons stopped and looked up at Marcus, at first confused and put ill at ease by his manner of speech; somehow, it felt both incredibly direct and flowery. However, as the group of shinobi observed his dress, the speech pattern became more familiar. This man, whatever his influence or rank, was an imperial type. Never being part of any official military operation (their insertions, and to some even their existence, was strictly off the books), the ninjas never truly understood why imperial soldiers spoke the way Marcus did, but they had been bodyguards in the emperor's courts long enough to know that military men of Publius's ilk were drawn to official titles and rigid politeness.

Not wishing to offend a fellow fighting man, let alone one that represented some kind of imperial authority, the raccoon at the head of the group shook Marcus's hand cordially and gave a greeting of his own, though this was not done through words, but through signs made with his hands; it was a gamble if anyone even knew what the signs meant, but he proceeded, anyway.

{Well met, solider. It is not oft that we have seen a man of imperial authority in these holdings. It will be an honor to learn from you, as well. I believe that our master, the great emperor, Kun-Lon, would be pleased to know that not every government in this realm is libertine.}

The raccoon paused for a few moments to give Marcus time to process what was said... Signed... Before he began again.

{I am Osaka. With me today are Nagoya, Joetsu, Sendai, Sapporo, Chiba, Gifu, Toyonaka, Iwaki, and Nagano. We are but a portion of the Kage Clan: the royal guard of the great emperor Kun-Lon and warriors of the way of the shadow. Our methods are clandestine in order to stamp out chaos and deceit in its own home.}*
Marlene
*Svilena blinked her eyes, watching the hand movements from what appeared to be the leader of this small band of Raccoon folks - though she wasn't familiar with what they were saying at all.* 'I believe its a form of language, what was it called... Sign language I think?' *She thought.*

"A warm welcome to the ten of ye, I am sorry to say that I am not familiar with ye sign language - if that is the term" *Svilena remarked, nodding her head to the group* "Please do join us if ye like, we are simply having something to eat and talk before we resume the sparring sessions. Ah I am Bhante Svilena, and once more I welcome ye to this gathering - and much like Marcus said, ye style of fighting must be an interesting one."
Jerome
"They are *Extremely coordinated.* And plan things out."

*...A raspy, unpleasantly gutural voice interjects. It is Gestalt.*

"...And they were sneaky enough to get the drop on *Me* Once. Interesting approach or not, they know what they are doing."

*While it'd imply a past opposition, Gestalt sounds matter-of-factual, and not resentful. He doesn't even seem one bit displeased that they are here, despite what words could imply.*
Marion
*Marcus blinks in mild surprise as the raccoons start signing with their hands, and concentrates intensely to try and make out what the one was saying. Sign language was taught during training, as there are situations where it is required for stealth.*

"Ah, I apologize, my signing is a bit rusty, I don't get a chance to use it often. I think I got most of what you said though... Koge family? Did I get that right?" *Marcus spends a moment politely going through each name with the raccoons to make sure he got them right, readily accepting any corrections to misunderstood names.*

"I would love a chance to talk more after this - my people have been living secretive and hidden lives for far too long, and I am afraid I'm unaware of your nation and Emperor because of it. For now, come, join us, enjoy some food, and perhaps we shall have a chance to spar after some stories of combat?"

*Marcus turns and bows respectfully to the strange cat person who spoke up, acknowledging his comment on the raccoons. He then simply sits down next to Ulshia again to listen and observe after grabbing a plate of the offered food.*
Jamie
*Ulshia, in truth, had stopped paying much attention. Once she finished her fight, she couldn't stop fixating on it. Marcus had almost won, he had only countered his move by the skin of her teeth. That got her thinking about how she fights, about her limits and her capabilities. Before long, she had practically completed disassociated. Eventually, she tuned back into the conversation, seeing that the group had two new attendees. Actually, that's inaccurate. The group had... Eleven new attendees? One large black cat man, and ten raccoon ninjas. Is this a zoo now? Still, it'd be rude not to introduce herself. Ulshia clears her throat and stands, nodding to the newcomers.*

"Sorry for not noticing you earlier. Nothing against you, I was just lost in my own head. My name is Ulshia, it's a pleasure to meet you. Are you all here to learn combat as well?"
Marlene
*Once Svilena had finished up her meal, she'd rise to her feet and step out of the pavilion - leaving her staff behind* "I suppose we can begin the sparring once more, and I do believe I'll partake in one myself this time around."

"Thus whomever would like to spar with me, feel free to join me out here on the sands - I believe I'll be doing solely martial arts today, no magic from me this time" *She added, beginning to stretch and loosen herself up for the fight ahead. Thus anyone else was free to decide if they wanted to fight against her.*
Jerome
*As though itching for action, Gestalt springs to his feet. He'd rather not fight, actually, but having spoken to Svilena before - about his difficulties, but also desire to actually be better - he figures this is as good an opportunity as any other.*

*Besides, Svilena at least has scales. Any slip ups shouldn't even draw blood, he'd have to put real force behind his claws to cause real injury, a reasoning he both feels relieved at, and sickened at himself, at his thought process, and how immediately he analyzed a perfectly bebevolent sparring partner (and potential mentor) as just a target. As usual.*
Marlene
*Svilena had a feeling Gestalt might be the first one to step forward, and she welcomed him as her sparring partner.*

"Aye, no weapons if you are in agreement - ye may begin when you are ready" *She remarked, moving into position, giving enough distance from the pavilion. The serpent lizard folk shifted herself into a readied stance, readying her legs for swift movements - flexing her claws while her tail acted as a needed counterweight.*

*She could've remember the last time she had wrestled with another, it was the common form of training for youths in her tribe. Those with far off days, but such moments felt like yesterday.*

*Svilena stood ready, allowing for Gestalt to make the first move and begin their match.*
Jerome
*Gestalt unbuckles his scabbard. Putting it down on the sand, he removes the large cloak he so often resorts to in order to conceal his unsettling form from the world- revealing himself to be wearing a shirt made of dark gray linen, apparently tailored for his unique measures and anatomy, though still cheap - with very short sleeves opening up fir no less than four arms, plus a pair of long tentacles that rise almost like snakes.*

*No wonder he tries so hard to conceal himself. His lanky form would be terrifying if not for him behaving, and at least TRYING to keep himself presentable.*

*To most observers, he seems to have a somewhat weird stance, but appears kimd of at ease in initiating combat. For a momemt, his hands flick open, tendons taut, dangerous claws stretched and ready to cause harm. It takes him a moment to adjust from his more natural approach and clenching his hands into comparatively safer fists.*
Marlene
*Svilena watched him get into his stance, and quickly she picked up on things - one glaring focus was how unbalanced his legs were; and was somewhat reminded how human fighters might ready themselves, though it didn't feel the same.*

*She wasted no time in starting, kicking herself forward with her thick legs to close the distance - aiming to knock him off balance fully by attempting to grapple him from below; which could then lead to her pinning him on the ground. This sort of action was a bit more direct than her normal ways; but she recalled how her tribe had taught that one should be aware of all possible openings when facing anyone - though this was more or less in relation to the dangerous wildlife of the jungle.*

*She had little doubt that Gestalt could do much damage himself if this was a true fight.*
Jerome
*His stance is questionable, but Gestalt has uncanny reaction times. A foot slides back to help absorb her impact, as he expected a blow of some sort - however, a grapple was not his first idea of what Svillena would do. Very poorly doing something to stop her from getting her plan in motion, he only manages to jab one arm between himself and Svillena - caught a little offguard by her sheer force. He wasn't planning to go too serious.*

*He is forced, pushed back, but stops sliding after a few centimeters, paws digging into the soft sand. Attempting a somewhat disorganized and not well thought-out counterattack - but, still, one he executes as a near immediate response - Svillena would swiftly be met with a strange challenge she probably never quite came across as a martial artist.*

*Excessive limbs.*

*She grabs Gestalt, but Gestalt immediately grabs -her- in turn, arms grasping around her nimble torso in ways, and angles, that should ordinarily be impeded by Svil's mere opening move.*

*There's no next step. No real plan. This isn't even a proper setup to a real counterattack, no obscure stratagem to escape her grapple or turn the tables. Gestalt knows nothing of technical grapples - he just reacts quickly, dangerously quickly.*

*There's quite immemse force in his limbs, too - a little more than one would expect for his size. But he's not stronger, in raw force, than Svillena might have beaten before. Despite the weirdness of actively engaging him, she quickly realizes the advantage sits, squarely, on her side.*
Marlene
*Extra arms, now that was very unexpected to be sure - given their current placement in a sort of gripping deadlock, Svilena decided on her next action.*

*Tightening her grip upon him, she would blend her legs low and spread out her claws - then using both her legs and tail, she'd force them into the air by perhaps a 3 or 4 meters given Svilena's overall height and size. Normally she would likely be able to jump higher if not in a fight and not holding someone like Gestalt.*

*Just a quickly as she went up, so do did she turn all her weight and force back down - Gestalt likely would hit the sands first, which could loosen his grip of which Svilena would then leap back to give both distance again just as they had started out as.*
Marion
"Interesting... Four arms. I haven't seen that before, even in the jungle." *Marcus murmurs to nobody in particular, his attention focused entirely on the fight. This will probably be a good learning experience for everyone, since four-armed people aren't exactly commonplace.*