Champion.
She had been called that at the Grindstone before but it didn't feel right until now. She had fought to earn that right. She fought three men, defeated three men. The first two with her axe, the last with her bare hands. She made a mental note to check in on Howl. Upon reflection her violence had been perhaps a bit too brutal and she wanted to make sure that she hadn't done any lasting damage to the miqo'te.
Check on Howl. Punch Oscare right in his stupid face. What the hell was wrong with him? The moment his wrist started glowing she assumed she would hear the call for disqualification but it never came. Instead he tried to kill her. Being a killer herself she knew what attempted murder looked like. And that blow from his axe would have ended her life if she hadn't thrown herself out of the way just enough to take the blow to her shoulder instead of her head. Still, she ended the fight and knocked him cold into the dirt.
That's probably what made her go after Howl so viciously in the next fight. Her rage. Twelve bless that she had the brief clarity to shed her armor and axe. If she'd had weapon in hand who knows what she would have done to him. She could have killed him and lost her own life in the repercussions. And if she had, she would have missed him.
He had come for her. Gharen. The last person she expected to see and he was there to watch her become a champion. All anger was washed away in a moment as she rushed to him, her heart leaping into her throat at even the most simple of conversations, the most casual of contact.
The went to the Quicksand, shared a drink. He took orange juice. As the adrenaline wore off and exhaustion set in she had taken him to a room at the Hourglass and laid with him there until morning. A perfect end to the day. A perfect start to the next. She had never felt more victorious in her life than she did just then.
Victory, real victory, was so precious and rare that when it came she never expected it. But now she was there. Proven on the battlefield. Her skills known to be the greatest. Her man by her side to cheer for her and make all the pain and rage melt away. A perfect victory.
She had been called that at the Grindstone before but it didn't feel right until now. She had fought to earn that right. She fought three men, defeated three men. The first two with her axe, the last with her bare hands. She made a mental note to check in on Howl. Upon reflection her violence had been perhaps a bit too brutal and she wanted to make sure that she hadn't done any lasting damage to the miqo'te.
Check on Howl. Punch Oscare right in his stupid face. What the hell was wrong with him? The moment his wrist started glowing she assumed she would hear the call for disqualification but it never came. Instead he tried to kill her. Being a killer herself she knew what attempted murder looked like. And that blow from his axe would have ended her life if she hadn't thrown herself out of the way just enough to take the blow to her shoulder instead of her head. Still, she ended the fight and knocked him cold into the dirt.
That's probably what made her go after Howl so viciously in the next fight. Her rage. Twelve bless that she had the brief clarity to shed her armor and axe. If she'd had weapon in hand who knows what she would have done to him. She could have killed him and lost her own life in the repercussions. And if she had, she would have missed him.
He had come for her. Gharen. The last person she expected to see and he was there to watch her become a champion. All anger was washed away in a moment as she rushed to him, her heart leaping into her throat at even the most simple of conversations, the most casual of contact.
The went to the Quicksand, shared a drink. He took orange juice. As the adrenaline wore off and exhaustion set in she had taken him to a room at the Hourglass and laid with him there until morning. A perfect end to the day. A perfect start to the next. She had never felt more victorious in her life than she did just then.
Victory, real victory, was so precious and rare that when it came she never expected it. But now she was there. Proven on the battlefield. Her skills known to be the greatest. Her man by her side to cheer for her and make all the pain and rage melt away. A perfect victory.
