<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/RedAjah.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Theraeve Valaim (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11557599#msg11557599)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Aes Sedai of the Red Ajah<br/><strong>Bondmate:</strong>n/a<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Kalain<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Afternoon, Saven 6th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>n/a<br/><hr/><br/>The gathering of the crowd around them wasn't lost on Theraeve, but she wasn't particularly phased by it either. She was used to taking on men that were desperate enough to want to harm or kill her for real, men who could pull off far more dangerous tricks than throwing a good punch while taking a bite out of an apple, so a little added pressure was nothing that would make her fold. It only made her want to come out victorious that much more badly, and she could only assume that it had a similar effect on the man standing across from her.<br/><br/>She'd seriously underestimated him, thinking to herself that only a pathetic failure would even think about taking a cheap shot like he'd done at the very beginning, but now she knew better. He was still a dishonorable and insufferable bastard, but there was no denying his ability to fight. "Don't call it a pleasure yet, we're just getting started." Despite doing a commendable job of keeping her composure, Theraeve wasn't oblivious to the fact that she'd been struggling thus far, and that was without Kal using his second hand.<br/><br/>This time, she wasn't about to repeat the mistake of taking him lightly, so she read his body language intently while settling into her own fighting stance. Knowing better than to make herself a stationary target, she circled him while he came closer, varying up the cadence of her own movements in no particular pattern to avoid being predictable. Now that she was already convinced of his skill, Kal's entirely transparent movements struck her as being suspicious, so even though Theraeve reacted to the fist that he seemingly lashed out with, she was ready for some sort of feint.<br/><br/>Recognizing the disguised grapple attempt, she managed to place a straight arm against one of his shoulders to impede him and centered herself as well as she could, trying not to let Kal take her down. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite enough to compensate for the size and strength disadvantage that she was at, but at least she managed to pull him down with her so that neither of them had an immediate positional advantage when they hit the sand.<br/><br/>Overpowering her again, Kal was the one who managed to come out on top after a brief struggle, but rather than contesting him further, Theraeve conceded the position the instant that she knew it was lost and instead adapted to fighting from the bottom. Wrapping her legs around his torso, she hooked her feet together to keep them locked and began to squeeze him as hard as she could, applying a surprising amount of pressure. "You just needed...a firmer hand," Theraeve breathed while exerting herself, at the same time attempting to keep Kal's arms tied up with her own in an effort to prevent him from striking while she wore him down enough to slip him into a more painful hold.<br/>