<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/>Unfortunately, it was not his lucky day. The coin was only a copper, in the sunlight it had appeared to be gold but alas not every day could be a good day. It would be just like the lordlings to leave money laying around in such quantity. Yet as he picked the coin up there was something he felt like he was forgetting and as if on cue he heard the muffled thump of a body striking the sand. It was a very distinct sound, one that was heard often around the Master of Arms. “Nah, it’s only a copper.” Kal made a large showing of a sigh as he flicked it up into the air towards the red sister. “Did it fall out of your pocket on the way down?” The smile that he flashed her way was far from genuine. If anything it had been his nearly trade mark smirk as she started to stand from her close up exploration of the sands. There was not much that one could buy with a copper mark within the walls of Tar Valon but today he was able to purchase the ire of a Red Sister with it.<br/><br/>“Wretch. Good… good but I feel like you have not really gotten to know me enough to use such language.” He turned more to face her, just in time to watch her close the distance between them in a few steps. Light, she was fast. There was a very real part of himself that wondered how long he could keep this up, eventually he might have to use the other hand and that would really ruin his snack. Apples like this were hard to come by. Her weight shifted to the back leg, he could not help but notice that once she decided to strike it was almost a fluid movement to where she set for it. There were many warriors that took far too much time between them, clearly she had some practice and experience under her belt. A quick step into her guard followed by a sweep would have sent her back to the sands again but then it would be over and he still had plenty of quips left for her.<br/><br/>Instead he stepped in, letting her ankle strike his side. The muscles flexed the instant before the impact, rolling slightly back to disperse more of the impact and sparing the ribs from the full force of that blow. “My name is Kal by the way, I thought you should know as you seem to have forgotten your manners.” She leaned back enough to telegraph the next punch. The muscles along her side gathering up, her weight shifting again. There was plenty of time for him to raise up the arm holding the apple to catch the punch for his face on his forearm, thrusting the half eaten apple towards her face in the process as he once again stepped forward and placed himself within her guard. “Did you want a bite?” He spoke, the scent of the leather and oils that he used for the weapons lingering between the two of them. “It is exceptionally good and since I did not bring enough for the two of us…”<br/><br/>Before she could even answer, Kal twisted sharply. There was no delay, no thought, just instinct as his body moved. All together his hips moved, his legs pushed forward and his body turned bringing the free hand up and towards her stomach. It was aimed at the solar plexus, designed to knock the wind completely out of her as he brought his strength to bear. With luck she would end up gasping for breath on the sands so he could continue to lecture her. This was the training grounds after all, he was expected to teach.<br/>