1572 – A few days later...
The staff tapped against the ground in step with its holder. She really didn’t need it to walk but liked to lean against it when relaxing. So it stayed out and ready for use. She tucked some of her long blonde hair behind her ear. She felt slightly nervous being led by this Hyur into a long, dark hallway. But she was asked to help heal someone, and she couldn’t turn away from giving help.
The Hyur stopped at the end of the hall in front of a big wooden door. He spoke as he grabbed the handle, “Master says he will pay you whenever you-“
“And as I said for you to tell him: pay is not necessary,†She smiled to the worker. She gestured for him to open it. He obeyed and the door creaked open. She looked into a large room with a mat and then upon the highlander who was focused on the window.
“Kneel when the door opens slave!†The man kicked at the taller Hyur’s knee. She saw the blood on his left shoulder as he finally kneeled.
“Hey! Leave him!†she stepped up and pointed out the door. With a grunt, he finally left mumbling under his breath. She sighed at the roughness and turned back to her patient. He was breathing heavy with his head down. She normally introduced herself but felt his wounds were more important at this time. “Please remove your shirt so I can take a look at your shoulder.â€
He obliged with ripping his shirt over his head and his dark, black hair fell back down to his shoulders. She froze at the sight of his scared back. Then she finally saw the wound on his left abdomen. ‘What have you gotten yourself into?’ she shook her at the situation. Starting with a short prayer, she began to focus on curing. He remained on his knees as she started to work.
The room was quiet for hours as she finished bandaging his chest. She tried her best to fight off the redness on her cheeks as her hands brushed across his muscled body. She shook her head at the thought and thanked the twelve his back was to her. She moved the bandaged now over his shoulder.
“Th-thank you,†He started.
“You’re Galnean?!†She leapt back at the accent of his voice. She watched his head drop down in a defeated manner. Her heart beat skyrocketed in fear as she looked down on him.
“Not anymore…†he finally released. She kept her distance as she struggled with her oath she made to help others and her own prejudice. “I suppose we hurt you in some way by your reaction.â€
“’Some way’ is putting it light.†She tried to keep her voice down. “My parents died during the invasion of Ala Mhigo…I was away in Gridania training as a Conjurer then…â€
“I’m sorry,†he offered with his head remaining low. She could sense his sincerity. And she allowed herself to calm down. She trembled more as she returned back to the bandage and finished wrapping it around his shoulder. She tried her best to settle her nerves.
“All set,†She gave him a weak smile even though he was still looking down. She looked around at the very empty room. Then she glanced out the window and stared at Dalamud. “It is so close…†she whispered to herself.
“It will be here very soon,†he looked past her at it.
“How do you know?†she turned around quickly. She caught sight of more blood in his hair right above his eye. “Forget about it, you are still hurt.†She brushed his long black hair out of the way to reveal the wound. Another prayer as her hand glowed and her healing surrounded the gash. She knew it would leave scar, but after seeing how many he already had she figured he wouldn’t care.
“Thank you again,†His face remained neutral.
“You’re welcome,†she still felt a bit conflicted with him. She decided to open up, “I am Rebeccah Dunn.†She showed another smile to him.
“Edgar Callant,†he replied bluntly.
“I suggest you take a few more days of rest before doing whatever it is you do,†she took his short reply as a hint to leave. She picked up her staff and walked to the door. “Goodbye.â€
She strolled up to the Hyur who escorted her in, “Give him a few days to make sure he recovers fully.†He nodded and they parted ways.
An hour later…
Edgar strolled out onto the field with more confidence this time. Still not one-hundred percent, the white mage’s healing did much better than the healing he got before his first match. He stretched a bit to get ready for the fight.
He still only had a sword. He still shook his head about the guards refusing to give him a shield. The other gate opening refocused him on task.
A Hyur midlander stepped through dual-wielding daggers. He gave it a couple of flourishes before taking his stance. Edgar remained standing in an upright position with feet shoulder length apart.
Finally deciding to make the first move, Edgar began moving forward. He brought the sword down in a hard over swing. The midlander dodged quickly to the right and before Edgar could react, gave two quick cuts. One connected against his arm and the other on his lower side. Just as fast as he attacked, he opened distance to prepare for his next counter.
Edgar closed the distance a bit quicker this time and gave a jab. Once again, the rogue dodged in the same direction. Edgar guessed it and quickly slashed in pursuit. The agility won as the rogue ducked and gave two quick slashes into his upper leg.
And just as the last bout, a gap was created between the two for the next one. Edgar gave the short Hyur a smirk. “Just one hit you know.†He threatened. The rogue stayed quiet and in his stance ready for the next evasion.
Edgar stepped it up with a stab this time and before allowing the rogue to start his dodge, twisted the blade in the same direction faster and weaker to keep the speed. The rogue had to parry. The warrior kept the up the pressure and got the rogue stuck with parrying.
The dual-wielder gave ground keeping up the parries. He surprised Edgar as he took a few stabs throughout the defense, clipping his arms each time. Edgar kept the push as the wall approached. The rogue noticed as well and debated his escape attempt.
With what seemed like the hundredth swing, the rogue dodged to his right to break the offense. Edgar spun on his left foot with a backswing and caught the rogue off guard. The blade cleaved into his chest and left bicep. He stumbled back as a dagger fell from his hand.
Edgar had a victorious smile as he looked upon his second enemy of the arena. “Told you so.†The rogue took one last attempt with his remaining dagger. Edgar slapped it down with his blade with little effort. The fight ended as he brought the blade down for the finishing blow.
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The staff tapped against the ground in step with its holder. She really didn’t need it to walk but liked to lean against it when relaxing. So it stayed out and ready for use. She tucked some of her long blonde hair behind her ear. She felt slightly nervous being led by this Hyur into a long, dark hallway. But she was asked to help heal someone, and she couldn’t turn away from giving help.
The Hyur stopped at the end of the hall in front of a big wooden door. He spoke as he grabbed the handle, “Master says he will pay you whenever you-“
“And as I said for you to tell him: pay is not necessary,†She smiled to the worker. She gestured for him to open it. He obeyed and the door creaked open. She looked into a large room with a mat and then upon the highlander who was focused on the window.
“Kneel when the door opens slave!†The man kicked at the taller Hyur’s knee. She saw the blood on his left shoulder as he finally kneeled.
“Hey! Leave him!†she stepped up and pointed out the door. With a grunt, he finally left mumbling under his breath. She sighed at the roughness and turned back to her patient. He was breathing heavy with his head down. She normally introduced herself but felt his wounds were more important at this time. “Please remove your shirt so I can take a look at your shoulder.â€
He obliged with ripping his shirt over his head and his dark, black hair fell back down to his shoulders. She froze at the sight of his scared back. Then she finally saw the wound on his left abdomen. ‘What have you gotten yourself into?’ she shook her at the situation. Starting with a short prayer, she began to focus on curing. He remained on his knees as she started to work.
The room was quiet for hours as she finished bandaging his chest. She tried her best to fight off the redness on her cheeks as her hands brushed across his muscled body. She shook her head at the thought and thanked the twelve his back was to her. She moved the bandaged now over his shoulder.
“Th-thank you,†He started.
“You’re Galnean?!†She leapt back at the accent of his voice. She watched his head drop down in a defeated manner. Her heart beat skyrocketed in fear as she looked down on him.
“Not anymore…†he finally released. She kept her distance as she struggled with her oath she made to help others and her own prejudice. “I suppose we hurt you in some way by your reaction.â€
“’Some way’ is putting it light.†She tried to keep her voice down. “My parents died during the invasion of Ala Mhigo…I was away in Gridania training as a Conjurer then…â€
“I’m sorry,†he offered with his head remaining low. She could sense his sincerity. And she allowed herself to calm down. She trembled more as she returned back to the bandage and finished wrapping it around his shoulder. She tried her best to settle her nerves.
“All set,†She gave him a weak smile even though he was still looking down. She looked around at the very empty room. Then she glanced out the window and stared at Dalamud. “It is so close…†she whispered to herself.
“It will be here very soon,†he looked past her at it.
“How do you know?†she turned around quickly. She caught sight of more blood in his hair right above his eye. “Forget about it, you are still hurt.†She brushed his long black hair out of the way to reveal the wound. Another prayer as her hand glowed and her healing surrounded the gash. She knew it would leave scar, but after seeing how many he already had she figured he wouldn’t care.
“Thank you again,†His face remained neutral.
“You’re welcome,†she still felt a bit conflicted with him. She decided to open up, “I am Rebeccah Dunn.†She showed another smile to him.
“Edgar Callant,†he replied bluntly.
“I suggest you take a few more days of rest before doing whatever it is you do,†she took his short reply as a hint to leave. She picked up her staff and walked to the door. “Goodbye.â€
She strolled up to the Hyur who escorted her in, “Give him a few days to make sure he recovers fully.†He nodded and they parted ways.
An hour later…
Edgar strolled out onto the field with more confidence this time. Still not one-hundred percent, the white mage’s healing did much better than the healing he got before his first match. He stretched a bit to get ready for the fight.
He still only had a sword. He still shook his head about the guards refusing to give him a shield. The other gate opening refocused him on task.
A Hyur midlander stepped through dual-wielding daggers. He gave it a couple of flourishes before taking his stance. Edgar remained standing in an upright position with feet shoulder length apart.
Finally deciding to make the first move, Edgar began moving forward. He brought the sword down in a hard over swing. The midlander dodged quickly to the right and before Edgar could react, gave two quick cuts. One connected against his arm and the other on his lower side. Just as fast as he attacked, he opened distance to prepare for his next counter.
Edgar closed the distance a bit quicker this time and gave a jab. Once again, the rogue dodged in the same direction. Edgar guessed it and quickly slashed in pursuit. The agility won as the rogue ducked and gave two quick slashes into his upper leg.
And just as the last bout, a gap was created between the two for the next one. Edgar gave the short Hyur a smirk. “Just one hit you know.†He threatened. The rogue stayed quiet and in his stance ready for the next evasion.
Edgar stepped it up with a stab this time and before allowing the rogue to start his dodge, twisted the blade in the same direction faster and weaker to keep the speed. The rogue had to parry. The warrior kept the up the pressure and got the rogue stuck with parrying.
The dual-wielder gave ground keeping up the parries. He surprised Edgar as he took a few stabs throughout the defense, clipping his arms each time. Edgar kept the push as the wall approached. The rogue noticed as well and debated his escape attempt.
With what seemed like the hundredth swing, the rogue dodged to his right to break the offense. Edgar spun on his left foot with a backswing and caught the rogue off guard. The blade cleaved into his chest and left bicep. He stumbled back as a dagger fell from his hand.
Edgar had a victorious smile as he looked upon his second enemy of the arena. “Told you so.†The rogue took one last attempt with his remaining dagger. Edgar slapped it down with his blade with little effort. The fight ended as he brought the blade down for the finishing blow.
((Feel free to PM me with any of the following: comments, criticism and/or suggestions to make it more lore accurate. Thank you for reading
))
