<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/RoDooxQ.jpg)</div><br/><em>"How'd your meeting with the headmistress go?" </em><br/><br/>Pipa gave her a truncated version of what happened, leaving out the parts about her mother, giggling like girls over flashing her ass at Tharja.<br/><br/><em>Pipa was sorely outmatched, but she could tell that the exercise was good for her muscles, and felt the burn in them after being cooped up in a wagon for several days.</em><br/><br/>It was frankly a relief to shut off the thoughts and questions that had been bouncing around in her head and just focus on her body. Even when she neglected to guard her shoulder and Vania landed her a solid whack, she laughed, wincing but happy, feeling in her element. She focused on observing the nimble elf and trying to keep up with her quick, fluid movements.<br/><br/>During their luncheon it became clear she would be nursing a few bruises. They felt like fair trade for the practice. Vania was almost as chatty training as eating breakfast, telling her how to improve her grip and stance.<br/><br/>After the meal, Pipa was too curious about her skills in unarmed combat to choose anything else. The elf was much quicker than her father had been as a sparring partner. Pipa was unaccustomed to dodging such nimble hits, and found trying to grapple the lithe redhead tough, as she seemed near impossible to catch. She was sweating and grinning when she did finally land a lucky grappling attempt, immobilizing her opponent by pinning her between her body and the ground. There were a few enjoyable moments while the little elf grunted and squirmed as she looked for a way to break the hold.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">wrestling inspiration </div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/hi9UtwU.jpg])</div></div></div><br/>Finally, after maybe a little wriggling than necessary, she tapped and they got back to their feet and began another round of sparring.<em>But their practice was broken by the sound of a rough feminine voice calling out.  "Very impressive.  But the elf moves around you like a ghik fly, you swat at where she is, and she is gone.  Aim for where she will be." </em><br/><br/>Surprised, Pipa looked over the halforc and watched Vania snip at the newcomer, catching her breath as Ursak apologized and introduced herself to them both.<br/><br/><em>I wish to test your mettle in combat... with whatever weapon you choose of course little sister orcling.  Unless of course you simply wish to acknowledge my dominance now.  In which case I shall test my prowess against the ghik fl.... I'm sorry.... against Vania."</em><br/><br/>Pipa had pride and spine enough to make declining the challenge rather out of the question. She knew strength and toughness were highly valued amongst her orc kin.  Though it was clear from the little elf's stance that she was more than willing to take on Ursak as well.<br/><br/>Pipa strode over to the water bucket and drained a cup, spitting half a mouthful onto the ground between her and the halforc. She smiled, her tusks glistening. “I accept. Shed your weapon, and we will see if I can swat a larger fly.”<br/><br/>She stretched and made her way to the center of the training ground. When Ursak joined her she extended her hand and gave her name, “Pipa.”