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Halie
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Zakiya jabbed the three times at her partner, noting how the hands using the sword to deflect her attacks had become sloppy, and unsteady. She paused, letting the trainee lapse into the default defense stance of his chosen weapon. The trainee before her held the tip of the sword at the correct angle, but she should just faintly see it trembling. That was enough to betray the muscle fatigue he must have been feeling.
"Ah. Tired i see." She smiled.
The trainee looked at her with weary trepidation.
Immediately she attacked.
Manipulating the heavy weapon with a firm grip and swift smooth motions within the wrists, she delivered three vertical strikes delivered in a propeller like succession , the obsidian blade nothing but a blur.
The first swoop deftly knocks the blade from the trainees fingers.
The second passing of the blade barely nicked the man's shoulder.
The third landed with a dull thunk as the of back the scythe's head collides with the deck, the sheer weight of the foot and a half blade and its momentum driving the tip an inch into the wood.
It all happened within a span of a moment.
In fact, various trainees had failed to notice, and had only paused to stare at the sound of the scythe colliding with the wood of the deck.
The trainee stared at her with a mixture of indignation and perhaps a bit of fear. The dark cloak and the scythe did little to abate his discomfort.
"You didn't have to cut me."
"I beg your pardon." she purred.
Zakiya plucked the scythe from the deck, drawing it up and setting the butt of it onto the deck with another dull thunk. For a spare moment. Zakiya simply stared at her partner, smirking softly behind her veil when the Man's eyes failed to meet hers.
The other trainees had long ago lost interest, but she felt the eyes of her partner on her back keenly as she wandered back the the guard rail of the deck to peer down at the loading dock. A lone figure was sprinting toward the four prospective trainees with wasp. They were all so far below the beck, she could barely distinguish their faces.
"They'll be coming to play with me soon." She said softly.
Unnoticed to her, the trainee shivered at the strange resonating voice of the hooded woman, her scythe held steady beside her like a harbinger of death. The irony of it all was that before him stood a jolly trickster who seemed to have the tongue of a gentry woman and the strength of a brute.
He let lose a half-hearted laugh.
"More playmates... the poor bastards."
The finishing statement barely brushed Zakiya's ears, but she addressed it nonetheless.
Her voice, as usual, held an odd mixture of mirth and malice.
"Curb your tongue. I will not warn you again."
"Or what?"
Zakiya did not even humor him a glance, and unnoticed by the trainee, her muscles tense at the challenge. She couldn't make any more trouble than she already had. She could not afford to maim people. Not now. So she left the response as semi- aggressive as possible.
"You won't like the next time we have a play date dear."
She listened as the trainee grew silent. For a while, she simply gazed down at the docks below, not allowing her slight discomfort at the man's challenge effect her posture. Finally, the trainee's footsteps fade away as the man walks away, leaving her be. Her deep brown eyes refocused upon the five new trainees.
"Welcome to aivenger" She murmured ruefully. "Oh... the adventures that await ye upon the ship of mayhem..."
"Ah. Tired i see." She smiled.
The trainee looked at her with weary trepidation.
Immediately she attacked.
Manipulating the heavy weapon with a firm grip and swift smooth motions within the wrists, she delivered three vertical strikes delivered in a propeller like succession , the obsidian blade nothing but a blur.
The first swoop deftly knocks the blade from the trainees fingers.
The second passing of the blade barely nicked the man's shoulder.
The third landed with a dull thunk as the of back the scythe's head collides with the deck, the sheer weight of the foot and a half blade and its momentum driving the tip an inch into the wood.
It all happened within a span of a moment.
In fact, various trainees had failed to notice, and had only paused to stare at the sound of the scythe colliding with the wood of the deck.
The trainee stared at her with a mixture of indignation and perhaps a bit of fear. The dark cloak and the scythe did little to abate his discomfort.
"You didn't have to cut me."
"I beg your pardon." she purred.
Zakiya plucked the scythe from the deck, drawing it up and setting the butt of it onto the deck with another dull thunk. For a spare moment. Zakiya simply stared at her partner, smirking softly behind her veil when the Man's eyes failed to meet hers.
The other trainees had long ago lost interest, but she felt the eyes of her partner on her back keenly as she wandered back the the guard rail of the deck to peer down at the loading dock. A lone figure was sprinting toward the four prospective trainees with wasp. They were all so far below the beck, she could barely distinguish their faces.
"They'll be coming to play with me soon." She said softly.
Unnoticed to her, the trainee shivered at the strange resonating voice of the hooded woman, her scythe held steady beside her like a harbinger of death. The irony of it all was that before him stood a jolly trickster who seemed to have the tongue of a gentry woman and the strength of a brute.
He let lose a half-hearted laugh.
"More playmates... the poor bastards."
The finishing statement barely brushed Zakiya's ears, but she addressed it nonetheless.
Her voice, as usual, held an odd mixture of mirth and malice.
"Curb your tongue. I will not warn you again."
"Or what?"
Zakiya did not even humor him a glance, and unnoticed by the trainee, her muscles tense at the challenge. She couldn't make any more trouble than she already had. She could not afford to maim people. Not now. So she left the response as semi- aggressive as possible.
"You won't like the next time we have a play date dear."
She listened as the trainee grew silent. For a while, she simply gazed down at the docks below, not allowing her slight discomfort at the man's challenge effect her posture. Finally, the trainee's footsteps fade away as the man walks away, leaving her be. Her deep brown eyes refocused upon the five new trainees.
"Welcome to aivenger" She murmured ruefully. "Oh... the adventures that await ye upon the ship of mayhem..."