<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/>The majority of his partners disliked witty repartee. Kal was well versed in the language of grunts and growls but there was so much more that they could do. The red sister had presented him with a rare opportunity of not only a warm up but a mostly quick tongue as well. Granted, the majority of his sparring victims had to steppe themselves into the void, to discard all emotions and thought, focusing on their fight and only that. It left little for verbal exchanges but Kal avoided that. It was when he became quiet that he was at his most dangerous, the void was there waiting for him as only a Master Swordsman could call but it was reserved for dire times. When he felt the cold rush of that place there was no mercy, no retreat there was simply death.<br/><br/>The first comment was on the tip of his tongue, the gathering crowd the only reason why he did not reply quickly instead he waited. The gap closed and he felt her body slip next to his, and her hand on his chest as it pushed against the hard line of muscle. He held them both there, feeling her strain as physics and gravity started to catch up with her. Only then did he lean in enough to whisper, “No, maybe you are right for it to be called pleasure you would be on your back.” Legs intentionally buckled sending them both down to the sand making sure that he landed first to absorb the impact. If it had been a real fight she would have ended up on the bottom the ground like a third fist in his hands but he wanted this to last longer. It was not every day he could enjoy himself like this.<br/><br/>They squirmed together on the hot sands but there was only one way this could end now. She had him beat in quickness, her lithe form no doubt even more flexible then his but when it came to brute strength…He exercised that strength shifting the dynamic and putting her on her back, taking his eyes of hers as her legs slipped around him to try and hold him back. “See? I am certainly enjoying myself, what about you?” The last bit of those words came out lower as she squeezed, pushing the air out a bit faster than he had expected. Good. She was not out of surprises yet. The Master of Arms had to harden the core muscles, to keep her from putting too much attention on his ribs and trying to crack them if he was not careful.<br/><br/>His weight fully settled on her, letting her tighten the hold giving that moment where she could think she had won. Body pressed to hers, if they had not be in public or even clothed it could have been considered lewd but now, now it was just another fight. “Do I?” His muscles strained as his legs dug into the sand forcing his body tighter to her and squeezing her into the ground. His arms no longer trying to strike but use his overpowering strength to pin hers to the ground. “Here I am thinking you are the same way, tell me ‘Eve how long has it been?” The question could have been taken in two ways, since she was challenged in a real fight or the positions that the fighting had started to take.<br/><br/>Either would work, the quick smile spoke volumes and he made sure that she could see it.<br/>