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She saw what he was trying to do and she was not a fan of choke holds. So she did the ladylike thing and let out a shrieking battle cry before lowering her head and slamming it just under his solar plexus. Choke on that, she thought to herself, giving him a push.

He had a lovely battle smile too! How about that, mostly her other aquaintances thought it was scary the way her teeth bared during a fight but not Ruelash, he just grinned right back. Which she adored yes, he was so adorable if only there were more like him.

And because she was so fascinated with his battle smile, that strike caught her right across her face, thankfully her cheek not her nose or she would have been toast. It rang her bells and she reeled for a bit both combatants backed off. Oh her poor brain. Well thats the risk you run when you use your head. This thought brought her humor back if not all of her sense, but it was undetermined if she had a full set to begin with. She would have to learn and bring it back.

He caught her off balance but she clung to him fiercly and they both toppled over into a heap, she bagan to bat and snarl and bite at anything within reach and they became a rolling dustball of frenzied movement, accompanied by the usual rucus and undignified squawks of battle.

When she finally managed to shove him off she was gasping for air and covered in scrapes and damned happy about the whole lot of it. She needed a good tussle once in a while to clear the head. She sneered happily at him waiting for the next bout.

She flopped back down when he didn't get up and did some gasping herself. All fire and action and fun. She craned her neck up and dabbed gingerly at a bleeding cut on her arm. Blood was so pretty, bright crimson, but man did it hurt when you saw it.

"You alright?" She asked gingerly worried he might have fried something vital and important in the fray. She herself would have a limp for a while and would be glaring at curious onlookers that wondered about her freshly cut and bruised face. It was none of their business what she used for makeup thank you very much!

"Thank you, you are definitely something yourself, I'm so glad I found you again you are so much fun." Her eyes lit with an unearthly glow as the pure joy of battle lust and battle lust sated shone there again. She was touched at the tone of his voice. Someone who appreciated her for being unladylike! YAY.

"Yeah, definitely." She grinned at him. It was awesome to be understood, he was a blessing an odd one others would say but she wouldn't he was more familiar then everyone but her own parents.

"It was my parent who taught me, Dad is a Sentinel and Mom an Assassin. I chose the sword as well but the life of the assassin chose me, the big swords are wonderful but having two feels much more natural your know? Not so bulky and more a part of me and much easier to lift skewer and maneuver with more of a dance then lugging the huge lumps of heavy metal around."

"Bows are good, they are darned useful. I get twanged with the string though and I can never get an arrow in as fast as I like so I stick to high speed close combat. I would be so afraid of fumbling and not having a backup if someone got to close. You seem to have warrior blood just like me. Are they good with the bows? If your skills are any indicator they are."

"Yes I am, my family understand, the rest of my village not so much, you have never seen a bigger bunch of ninnies." She snorted.

My goodness was she babbling? She wasn't used to such deep conversations, usually it was people excusing themselves from her presence. Or if they were dead boring and refused to see things her way and change that about themselves, she herself sidled away. But Ruelash was so easy to talk to. It helped that he was more then interesting, had the same wonderful taste in weapons and liked to brawl. All the good things that were so rarely concentrated in one person.

"Um, well the only time I'v had the opportunity to fight in a group was during the war and my companions were..idiots from the sounds of things. I'm used to fighting alone, but a good group of intelligent people that I actually know and like could be really fun. Other then that I have fought alone."

"I can't wait to finally get my blades, the two in the war felt so good but they were borrowed, and I had to give them back, they were not mine you know." She looked like someone had stolen a puppy from her. And in her mind someone had basically done so.

"Oh," Her face fell, "I'm so sorry." She flailed around for something more to say but her tongue knotted so she let it pass. She had never lost someone that close so she couldn't relate with anything but sympathy and that might just make things worse. Feelings were not exactly her strong suit.

Then he was back to talking about weapons and she latched on to that. "Winta was it? Yes I'll have to remember, your blades are very finely made." She eyed them with a practiced inspection. Nothing was better then looking at finely made weapons it was like candy to a child.

She made a face. "They joined with the Obans? What a pile of turn coats, I'm glad that you didn't go with them. Obans were my first battle and my first injury and thus are scalded onto my brain." She tapped her skull, then smiled.

"Well lets see, travel, excitement, battles and you to spar with when we chose? Nothing seems better then all that." She grinned. 'Of course I'll join you."

She was so excited she vibrated on the spot for a moment, before remembering she was tired. Then the vibrations slowed.

"If you ask me, they have already lost, partner." She shook his hand and with that they sealed the deal.