ISEGRIM+SIENNA; I SWEAR SHE ISNT A LOG WHORE
Isegrim
Sienna
Sienna closed her journal and set it on the bedstand. She gave a once over on her clothes to make sure they were appropriate for action, then grabbed her sword and made her way towards the courtyard. Not that she planned to use it, but it was always with her.
On her walk, she thought about Isegrim. He was a Moon Guardian, the same as her. That meant they'd both be pretty well matched in terms of speed. But beyond that, she knew nothing of his fighting style. I suppose it will be educational, she thought, stepping into the courtyard.
Isegrim arrived a few moments later, bare-handed, and waved to Sienna. He felt a little foolish as he did so. Sparring matches had always been handled so rigidly, in his opinion. Cracking his neck as he drew closer to her, he smiled. "Ready?" He wondered to himself if either of them would be able to land a punch.
Sienna set her sword down near the steps. "Whenever you are," she replied, doing a quick stretch of her legs and torso.
He shrugged languidly in response and stifled a yawn. Of course he had stretched before leaving his room but Sienna didn't have to know that. This way if he won he would seem that much more impressive and if he lost he had an excuse. Perfect. "I must warn you... I can't even recall the last time I sparred."
"I don't believe I've sparred bare-handedly recently, either." She straightened up. "On the count of three?"
Isegrim sunk into a ready position. "One..." She hardly seemed like a slouch at sparring. Perhaps, he thought with a grin, she was a fellow hustler. "Two..."
"Three."
She was off the ground and closing the distance between them as soon as the word had ended. She began by aiming a low kick to the back part of his knees in hopes of sending him to the ground.
Reacting much more quickly than he had thought would be necessary in this fight, Isegrim spun to the side. She is fast, he thought, no longer smiling. In a swift, fluid motion, he swung an arm out meant to push her off-balance.
She swerved, low to the ground, and brought the side of her arm to block his. Then she swung that arm to the side forcefully, hopefully setting Isegrim off, got up and brought her leg down on his back.
Isegrim's eyes grew wide as her foot connected with the small of his back. Now on the ground, he rolled onto his back and attempted to climb back to his feet. In a somewhat awkward, somewhat impressive motion he managed to get his heels beneath him and forced himself upright. "Freya," he panted, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "A hit."
"Indeed," she said, watching him cautiously.
He flipped a bit of his hair from his face and thought carefully about his next move. She was on guard now, so nothing too extravagent. Something that was easy to recover from... Isegrim moved in closer and aimed a quick fist at her stomach.
She sidestepped it easily enough, waiting for his next move.
He kept his face as neutral as possible, despite the annoyance that was growing inside him. Definitely a hustler. He faked a palmstrike for her face and followed it with an attempted swift sidekick to her torso.
She tilted her head away from the strike and barely rose her arms in time to block the kick. Sienna lost her footing and fell backwards, but quickly pushed herself off the ground and flipped up, some distance away. Too used to swords, she thought, frowning.
She closed the distance between them once again, aiming a low punch to his stomach.
Isegrim shook his head when yet another of his moves failed to land. He in turn dodged her punch but only barely. She's faster than me... His expression darkened a bit. He'd have to figure out some other way to win this match....
But of course she was! She was a girl and lighter, afterall. Sienna countered his dodge with a swift kick to the knees, and hoped it would land.
Countering the kick with the outside of his thigh, Isegrim hoped to knock the girl off balance and follow up with some sort of blow that he was sure he could land. Nothing he had tried so far had worked. If he was to have any chance of winning he would have to rely on his strength, something he was loathe to do. But losing was never an option...
She pulled back and aimed the side of her arm against his neck.
He quickly blocked her blow with his arm and attempted to strike her in the ribs with the side of his hand. Hopefully she wouldn't notice such a small movement...
Sienna's eyes widened at the impact of Isegrim's palm to her ribs. Oh man. That hurt. It was only by reflex that she twisted her palms to grab a hold of each of his arms, yank him towards her, and knee him in the gut.
It's always a good time to concede, Isegrim thought, when your vision goes black. He fell heavily onto the stone of the courtyard, one arm clutching his stomach. "You..." he weezed, "have me there, Sienna." He had lost, but there was a brightside. She could have aimed lower.
She stood over him, breathing heavily. One arm reached to her ribs, feeling them gently. It would probably bruise, but that was okay. At least nothing was broken.
"Are you alright?" she asked, extending her free hand to him. "Sorry if I did it too hard..."
"No," he managed, accepting the hand. "I'll be fine." At least he didn't have any masculine pride to deal with. After a few deep breaths Isegrim straightened his posture. "I'm afraid I'm a good deal rustier than I had though."
She stepped back, nodding in understandment. "I as well. Perhaps..." Her eyes wandered, thinking. "...Perhaps we could have weekly sparring sessions, to get back in shape."
His stomach gave a nausea-inducing lurch at the suggestion but he nodded in agreement. "Sounds... lovely."
Sienna nodded again. "Alright. Thank you for sparring with me, Mister Isegrim," she said, smiling slightly. "It was fun." Then she recovered her sword and returned to her quarters.
He returned the smile, though as soon as she had turned her back, his mouth curled into a grimace. And he had so been looking forward to enjoying dinner...
Sienna
Sienna closed her journal and set it on the bedstand. She gave a once over on her clothes to make sure they were appropriate for action, then grabbed her sword and made her way towards the courtyard. Not that she planned to use it, but it was always with her.
On her walk, she thought about Isegrim. He was a Moon Guardian, the same as her. That meant they'd both be pretty well matched in terms of speed. But beyond that, she knew nothing of his fighting style. I suppose it will be educational, she thought, stepping into the courtyard.
Isegrim arrived a few moments later, bare-handed, and waved to Sienna. He felt a little foolish as he did so. Sparring matches had always been handled so rigidly, in his opinion. Cracking his neck as he drew closer to her, he smiled. "Ready?" He wondered to himself if either of them would be able to land a punch.
Sienna set her sword down near the steps. "Whenever you are," she replied, doing a quick stretch of her legs and torso.
He shrugged languidly in response and stifled a yawn. Of course he had stretched before leaving his room but Sienna didn't have to know that. This way if he won he would seem that much more impressive and if he lost he had an excuse. Perfect. "I must warn you... I can't even recall the last time I sparred."
"I don't believe I've sparred bare-handedly recently, either." She straightened up. "On the count of three?"
Isegrim sunk into a ready position. "One..." She hardly seemed like a slouch at sparring. Perhaps, he thought with a grin, she was a fellow hustler. "Two..."
"Three."
She was off the ground and closing the distance between them as soon as the word had ended. She began by aiming a low kick to the back part of his knees in hopes of sending him to the ground.
Reacting much more quickly than he had thought would be necessary in this fight, Isegrim spun to the side. She is fast, he thought, no longer smiling. In a swift, fluid motion, he swung an arm out meant to push her off-balance.
She swerved, low to the ground, and brought the side of her arm to block his. Then she swung that arm to the side forcefully, hopefully setting Isegrim off, got up and brought her leg down on his back.
Isegrim's eyes grew wide as her foot connected with the small of his back. Now on the ground, he rolled onto his back and attempted to climb back to his feet. In a somewhat awkward, somewhat impressive motion he managed to get his heels beneath him and forced himself upright. "Freya," he panted, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "A hit."
"Indeed," she said, watching him cautiously.
He flipped a bit of his hair from his face and thought carefully about his next move. She was on guard now, so nothing too extravagent. Something that was easy to recover from... Isegrim moved in closer and aimed a quick fist at her stomach.
She sidestepped it easily enough, waiting for his next move.
He kept his face as neutral as possible, despite the annoyance that was growing inside him. Definitely a hustler. He faked a palmstrike for her face and followed it with an attempted swift sidekick to her torso.
She tilted her head away from the strike and barely rose her arms in time to block the kick. Sienna lost her footing and fell backwards, but quickly pushed herself off the ground and flipped up, some distance away. Too used to swords, she thought, frowning.
She closed the distance between them once again, aiming a low punch to his stomach.
Isegrim shook his head when yet another of his moves failed to land. He in turn dodged her punch but only barely. She's faster than me... His expression darkened a bit. He'd have to figure out some other way to win this match....
But of course she was! She was a girl and lighter, afterall. Sienna countered his dodge with a swift kick to the knees, and hoped it would land.
Countering the kick with the outside of his thigh, Isegrim hoped to knock the girl off balance and follow up with some sort of blow that he was sure he could land. Nothing he had tried so far had worked. If he was to have any chance of winning he would have to rely on his strength, something he was loathe to do. But losing was never an option...
She pulled back and aimed the side of her arm against his neck.
He quickly blocked her blow with his arm and attempted to strike her in the ribs with the side of his hand. Hopefully she wouldn't notice such a small movement...
Sienna's eyes widened at the impact of Isegrim's palm to her ribs. Oh man. That hurt. It was only by reflex that she twisted her palms to grab a hold of each of his arms, yank him towards her, and knee him in the gut.
It's always a good time to concede, Isegrim thought, when your vision goes black. He fell heavily onto the stone of the courtyard, one arm clutching his stomach. "You..." he weezed, "have me there, Sienna." He had lost, but there was a brightside. She could have aimed lower.
She stood over him, breathing heavily. One arm reached to her ribs, feeling them gently. It would probably bruise, but that was okay. At least nothing was broken.
"Are you alright?" she asked, extending her free hand to him. "Sorry if I did it too hard..."
"No," he managed, accepting the hand. "I'll be fine." At least he didn't have any masculine pride to deal with. After a few deep breaths Isegrim straightened his posture. "I'm afraid I'm a good deal rustier than I had though."
She stepped back, nodding in understandment. "I as well. Perhaps..." Her eyes wandered, thinking. "...Perhaps we could have weekly sparring sessions, to get back in shape."
His stomach gave a nausea-inducing lurch at the suggestion but he nodded in agreement. "Sounds... lovely."
Sienna nodded again. "Alright. Thank you for sparring with me, Mister Isegrim," she said, smiling slightly. "It was fun." Then she recovered her sword and returned to her quarters.
He returned the smile, though as soon as she had turned her back, his mouth curled into a grimace. And he had so been looking forward to enjoying dinner...