So…humans did fighting in the arena if they were to train against each other? She had heard about these gladiator fights and was for some reason quite fascinated by them. She had a small amount of bloodlust in here that craved combat and watching those in combat always gave her a delight. So much so that standard training felt…empty…what could one learn by striking a blade against a non-moving enemy? At first when he mentioned illusion training she gave off in inward sigh. As she reached out feeling her legs straining against her stretches. As he mentioned it though it felt like this would be more hands on. If the illusions could hurt us…
She felt a pang of sweet joy spread in her heart. She got up having felt as if she was now quite limber enough to move. As she watched the man work she nodded to him showing that she understood how things work. Training with him would be an excellent way to find out what sort of man he was. Once again, everything was true in a fight. This would be far better than asking him to describe himself. When he gave her the elven scimitar she took it into her hand. It was a light quick striking blade. The craftsman ship was…fine, for a human making an elven blade. This could simply be prejudice though. The main issue she had was this expectation…She frowned slightly as she started to casual move it about. Sure she was familiar with it…
His question had hung in the air for a little too long as she was distracted and said, “Ahh…umm…no this will be sufficient. After all…it is merely practice yes? A warm up if you will, no need for us to go all out right?” He seemed like someone who took training very seriously and for that matter she normally did as well. Why waste the time on pointless training. Something was clearly wrong if he knew her but since he did not he probably would think she was a fool. She was acting the fool and she had no idea why…If she simply said it…
She moved the blade into her right hand. This was not her dominant hand but this was how she usually held a blade. He took up heavy armor and a pole arm and she admitted to be fairly impressed. “You are…quite adept at conjuration.” She would never admit it but he really was quite skilled. Better than anything she could make, though she normally just stuck to basic things. If she tried she was certain she could surpass him…
Her weird ego aside, she noticed he was about to take this training fairly seriously. If she messed up at the beginning he would see her as nothing more than a fool. She should not place her ego so high, especially not in combat. As such instead of rejecting armor…though not very personalized, “Yes…I suppose light armor would suffice. I will make sure to bring my specific gear next time…”
As such she moved to stand closer to him. She would be getting pretty excited at this point. Her feet barely holding still. She had a genuine smile on that she dazzled when she looked at him. This was where the good part came in. She would be fast, she would earn his and everyone other persons respect.
She would twirl the blade in her offhand. Once the actual fight started there would be none of that, but it did keep her hand and fingers warmed up.
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