<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/>There was no cry of pain, nor soft whimper as his fist connected with her smaller frame. The edge of his lips turned into a smile as he felt her body harden around it, felt the rush of air as it gave into the force before pulling away. So she knew how to take a punch as well as throw one, not too bad. Kal would have killed for a woman like her on the sands, to be in the program and be trained properly. As it was, she was already ruined the tower having long sense placed its talons deep within her. A shame that. With a sigh he stepped away, letting her fall to her knee and catch her breath. A comment about an Aes Sedai on her knees bubbled up to his lips but for once he thought better of it. A quick glance around showed him that they were gathering an audience. Sexual remarks about the women of the tower were considered bad form while shouted…spoken in a whisper however.<br/><br/>“Well it is a pleasure to meet you ‘eve” There was a bow, courtly and as mocking as he could make it. Somewhere deep within his mind he had been paying attention to the lessons on how to not piss off royalty. That was the only way he could make the mocking bow so close to the actual thing to matter. The lengths that he went through for a joke. Kal sighed inwardly again, taking the last bite of the apple. “If you knew me better, you would know that I was holding back.” He rolled the apple core up on the back of his hand balancing it there before tossing it in the air and plucking it back to his hand. All of this before tossing it aside, striking a garbage pail and t hen having it roll out. “Wow! Did you see that I almost made it!” He brought a hand up, brushing it through his hair and wiping his forehead off. “I gotta get another apple and try that again.”<br/><br/>He did however turn his attention back to the red sister, his head tilting to the side when she readied herself again. Usually by this point they would call it enough and leave his sands. There were only a few that once he struck would be clamoring for more. That was interesting. Kal rolled his shoulders back, stretching them out now that he had use of both of his hands. If anything that should make Theraeve even more worried. He had done so much with a hand almost behind his back, easily putting her down twice if he had wanted to. “Is it? I am going to be honest with you. I have always had terrible manners. A shame no one ever thought to teach me right.” He rose up on his feet bouncing a bit loosening up his legs and settling into a fighting stance, a hand lifting up and brushing a thumb at the bottom of his nose.<br/><br/>The question, end it quick and leave her on her back or draw it out and enjoy the thrill of the fight?<br/><br/>The entire build up was for naught instead of charging her like some fool brained lordling he casually walked over towards her. The fighting stance melting away as he closed the distance one step at a time. The movements were no way deceptive he let her see when he would be coming in, and as he stepped into the obvious punch, one that would be a quick jab he took one more step, closing the distance fully and turning it into a grapple. One leg sliding between hers, heel pressing against the inside of her leg and forcing it apart as his body started to pivot and try to throw her off balance. Any fool could trade punches but rarely did any kind of real fight stay a comfortable distance between two people.<br/>