ProfetessaOscura

"Fight me," he said.

Vespyr took the blow directly to his skin, but although it struck with force enough to crush a normal man's throat, it now only bruised, the worst of the impact absorbed. Vespyr dug both hands forwards, jabbing them into Sparrow's stomach.

"Yeah, attack people at the school you're applying to that actually plans to fight her royal witchiness," he snorted. "Excellent strategy there, mate."

He wrinkled his nose and glanced at her uncertainly. "If she's not your friend, why was she helping you stop me?"

"I don't have any corruption," he said, clearly not very knowledgeable, "I'm just a kid. And... Your friend is a servant of the Qhoral queen?"

He frowned at her. "What's a yevon?" he asked again.

He shrugged. "I didn't grow up around no demons," he said, and his face flushed red. "You don't learn stuff like that in the gutter. You learn to live, not all the names of everyone who wants to kill ya."

He chuffed skeptically, but he didn't deny her apology. He didn't accept it either. Not yet. "What's a yevon?"

"You weren't mean," he said, getting up. "You were controlling. When I wasn't comfortable, you pushed and pushed. You'd hurt me to get what you wanted. You're not sorry for what you did. You're just sorry it didn't work." He glared at her, crossing his arms on his chest. "Do you want me to make you feel better about what you did? Because it was wrong, and if you were sorry, you wouldn't just stand there and try to get me to brush it off." He turned away, and he was shaking. From tiredness, he told himself. "What- what was it that happened. When the thing... hurt my mind."

He wiped at his eyes, sweat dribbling from his forehead to his cheek, then glanced at her. He didn't seem to register at first, but then he flinched slightly, shaking his head. "What do you want?"

It was a long game. He grunted. There was still pressure, but he wasn't actually taking damage. Not enough to even wind him. Eventually, something in the woman's aura slipped, and he struck, lashing out. With an intimidating speed, he had her pinned on the ground, knees on her arms. The boy was breathing heavily, but he looked okay. Corwin seemed able to outlast other people, and in this case, he'd been able to take down his opponent once she'd run out of energy.

Corwin was currently engaged in a fight with a rather attractive young woman. The woman had skin that seemed to turn metallic, but she couldn't seem to land a hit on him. Somehow... her blows just kept sliding off of his skin, no matter how solid her hits were.

The woman looked at her blankly. "He's probably fulfilling his combat hours in the main arena," she said, pursing her lips.

Vespyr nodded his head. "They... are too childish. Too caught up in their squabbles. I would not willingly put them in danger; they have much to lose, and have never learned to appreciate it." He shook his head as he wove his hands in a pattern, then threw them to both sides. The air lashed out precisely, and he shot up towards Sparrow, free of the threads due to his blast of energy. Sparrow wanted to get close? Well... Vespyr wanted to see what the man could do, anyways.

"What do you think of the children?" Vespyr asked. He had noticed that they'd all immediately signed up for his combat training, then left. "I do not feel as though they are... ready to commit to something so dangerous." He spoke all while flitting around, twisting in mid-air around the Brother. He stayed close, appraising his friend. Would he be able to land a hit? What kind of skill did this pacifist truly have?

((Sorry for the slow responses)) Vespyr shot into the air, and the air below him whipped into a frenzied, confined sandstorm.

Vespyr whipped the sand into a frenzy. It lashed in a ring of stinging needles around the brother’s legs. He frowned, all the same, as though he wasn’t exactly sure how to fight this man without hurting him.

Vespyr set up a barrier of wind around them, then lifted quietly into the air, hovering. The sand beneath their feet began to shift, gyrating and twisting, and Sparrow felt his footing shift under the top layer of sand.

Vespyr stared blankly for a moment, very unsure how he was mocking his friend. He had a moment of brief panic where he wondered if he’d said something dreadfully wrong, but finally stepped forward, deciding to go along with it.

Vespyr drew scarred, pale lips to a thin line. “Would you fight, going against your beliefs? I would not ask that of anyone.”

The woman from before, who had de-escalated the situation between Janice and Corwin, watched from a distance, a frown on her face. Corwin was usually such a sweet kid. Something had really rattled him. She resolved to keep her eyes open, and she appraised Janice again. The kid didn’t look dangerous. Then again, neither had that pirate who had murdered her brother and maimed her sister. She clenched her jaw from the memory. No. She couldn’t judge purely from first glance. There was something about these girls...

He shrugged again. “Your friend did something in my head. I don’t trust her, but you do you.” He shot a very suspicious glare at Janice, then stormed off, muttering something in frustration, finally ending with an exasperated “Girls!”

He shrugged. “Anyone you care about can stab you in the back. You gotta keep your guard up.”

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“Nah. I’m an only kid. Lived at a shelter, and there are plenty of other people I’d call family, though. Why do you ask?”