Manaan<br/>Trent had followed Sho to where Sveta wanted to meet them, it was at the gates. As he saw her looking like she was ready to leave a heavy sigh left him. The last thing he needed was some girl joining him on this adventure, he glared at her with heavy eyes a scowl on his face. As she spoke he almost instantly regretted the fact that they had brought him back to health. Come with him, hell no, not just no, but fucking hell no, he didn't need some bookworm screwing up his adventure, getting into the same trouble he was about to, it was ludicrous. Before he could say no she made a proposition, a fight. He smiled coyly at her, she clearly did not know who she was dealing with.<br/><br/><br/>Trent took off his satchel and undid the sheathe to his sword. He listened to her rules, they took much of the realism out of it, but he decided to humor her anyways. "Fine, have it your way." He could feel the strength in her soft delicate hand, still he was not swayed, deterred, or the least bit worried. It was this hubris that would prove to be his undoing. The intricate movements of battle that followed were like a well choreographed dance. Every time Trent saw an opening though it would violate one of her rules, no serious injuries, it was in those moments of pause that he found himself on the receiving end of her blows. She was smooth in her attacks, well to pounce on his moments of weakness, as he felt her hands on his throat. The oxygen hard to come by as the pinning motion was accomplished, the time limit passed.<br/><br/><br/>He waved her off as she spoke words of wisdom. She looked so proud of herself, so full of herself, he pulled himself up, there was some pain, but nothing he hadn't dealt with before. He strapped his sword back on, and picked up his satchel to put it over his head to rest the strap on his right shoulder. "Don't get too cocky, you had rules, there are no rules out there. Those soldiers show no mercy, they won't care about beating that pretty little face within an inch of your life, or worse." He did his best to keep his voice cool and calm, but there was a hint of hatred in there. He resented having a companion, but nonetheless he was stuck with her.<br/><br/><br/>Trent took off out of the gate, he knew she would follow, of course she would follow. "Just remember you wanted to come with me, this is my adventure, my way, my rules. If you don't like something turn that pretty little ass of yours around and go back home. Got it?" He wanted to be clear about how things were going to be. He wasn't foolish enough to not be open to advice once in a while, but he wanted to make sure she didn't try to change his plans. He had a particular way of doing things and the last thing he needed was some bookworm looking for adventure screwing up his plans.