<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Kalain Baneron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11561809#msg11561809)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Master of Arms, Pain in the Ass, Most Pompous of ass<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Theraeve Valaim<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 6th | 990 NE | Afternoon<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>“Good, good.” He chuckled softly causing his entire body to shake and giving her a few more inches within her hold. It had set him back but it was worth it. “I mean, I would hate for you to be feeling like I was not making proper accommodations after all.” It would not do, an Aes Sedai coming to his sands and not feeling at home. If he was not careful the Master of Arms would develop a reputation! They pushed at each other, each trying to get a minor foot hold upon the other. He had her outmatched and could have ended it several times but how often did he get to taunt a red sister without them threatening to burn his eyebrows off?<br/><br/>He had time to think more on this as she attempted to push her arms away from him, tsking softly. “No… I rather like them there…” He stole a quick look at her pinned like that it would be an enticing prospect for any male foolish enough to venture this close. She was trained well, at this point many would have given up or started to devolve into a pure scrap. Panic or desperation kicking in as they became immobilized but to her credit she stayed in control. Perhaps he was underestimated her, the good news was that she had not embraced the source yet. The bad news would be she seemed to still have a plan.<br/><br/>She started to move and he let up, “Is that so, I suppose you should stop placing boys between them and get used to a man.” Her legs shifted, the pressure fading immediately and letting him breathe easily once again. It would be a rookie move to take a deep breath, to gasp for air giving her more to push out, instead he kept his breath even and controlled. The gap of contact let her move her leg up, moving to his shoulder and neck. Now, it would have been hilarious to let her wrap those legs around him to press his head between her thighs as a way to shock the poor red but there would be no escaping that hold and he had to weigh that risk and quick reward for a day of ridicule. In the end, he took the safer way out.<br/><br/>It allowed him to move, with one hand holding her arms by the wrist knowing full well that he was bound to lose control of at least one his hand slipped down around her waist looping around a leg and keeping it in place so that only one made the journey up to his shoulder. In an impressive feat of strength he lifted them both up, in one smooth motion. One thing would be now clear, he had been holding back on her. With little pomp and far less circumstance he slammed them both back into the sand adding his strength to that of gravity. Unless she thought of more risqué verbal sparring it was approaching time to end this.<br/><br/>