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 Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 12:01 am
в x α x т x т x ʟ x єvs Lirae[WIN] ❀ in progress. . .After the battle...
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 12:03 am
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Dockside Throw-Down
[WIN] ❀ Complete!
Off duty for a change, Li still finds herself embroiled in a turf war. A meaty fist swung over her head, forcing her to drop to the muddled ground, supporting herself on her fingertips and toes. The Lunarian's knuckles slammed into the wooden post that she'd been standing in front of, sending splinters like rain over the immediate vicinity. There was an indignant cry of one of her fishermen friends -- it was their booth that was being charged at -- but Li had precious little time to console them, bounding off her hands and vaulting herself closer to the weathered wood of the docks. By the boats, she grabbed one of the oars and turned to face her assailant, bright eyes ablaze with the thrum of battle.
It was a rush, like her sparring had been before: a complete sense of chaos in a controlled environment, having no foresight of the outcome, only the goal. She'd been caught unawares while going out with her friends, thus had no weapon on her and wasn't prepared for the small band of Nobles that were drunk - and apparently thought the dock was their territory. Of course, this didn't sit well with Li who had grown up on the weathered stretch of wood and sea, openly challenging the drunken claim. The others had enough sense to not pick a fight in a potentially public venue, but under the blanket of night in the area that dumped out towards the abandoned marketplace, it was as 'private' a place as any. The unfortunate side effect was the destruction of the property in the immediate vicinity, though they did startlingly well to be cautious not to do too much damage. Li was hyper-aware of each step the Noble took, knowing that being caught by the fist that was easily the size of her head would be the end of the fight, if not a permanent lights out. He was using his brute strength as his only weapon and while it had been a danger in the first stages of their acrobatic brawl, she was armed. Now, she could go onto the offensive rather than cartwheeling down the road and propelling herself off the walls to skid by the docks. Now, she could dispose of the menace that was trying to threaten her very childhood.
If there was one thing she was protective of, it was those she loved; the fishermen were like a second family to her, the docks the home she was raised in. The Noble had truly picked the worst venue for their source of contention. Li didn't hold back, lunging towards the man who easily had a foot on her in height, swinging the impromptu eku wide and upwards, catching the Noble under his chin and splitting the cleft there. Being the brute he was, he didn't do so much as flinch, didn't even jerk his head back, swinging at her again with splinters still sticking out of his knuckles. The Legionnaire turned her head and avoided so much as a scratch, using her meager weight to throw against him with his arm still extended and halfway lowered with the follow-through of his swing. Hooking her hand around the back of his neck, she threw herself over his shoulder, putting the butt of the oar on the ground behind him - it barely reached the floor, which was just fine - and using her momentum to swing around and behind him. The oar wobbled given that it wasn't as perfectly weighted and straight as a proper eku, but it was enough to swing her around, kicking him in the back of the head. It wasn't a graceful maneuver, the oar giving out before she landed, forcing her to also fall to the ground as he stumbled. She was able to catch herself on all fours before he turned, crouched with the weapon still in her tight fist, her weight already settled in her toes to spring.
And spring she did, side-swiping the oar at the Noble's neck. There was a small bolt of alarm in her as she realized she had swung with intent to split his jugular, but the Noble was clearly more used to such direct motions, his ample weight shifting backwards to avoid the swing and throwing forward again to seize the smaller Legionnaire around her arm. The second sweaty hand came towards her, but the one on her arm was enough, making her stomach tight and clenched with both horror of being held so easily in battle and what would happen if that second hand descended upon her. Desperate, she curved the momentum of the oar and swung it upwards from his shoulder, missing his head but catching his ear-fin instead. The tender webbing between the colored fine spines folded in with the wooden pass, but once the oar cleared the appendage, the ear-fin bounced back and tore violently. Li found herself suddenly airborne, but with the pain taking precedence to her, she was able to twist her body and land neatly on her heels, crouched and watching with sharp attention.
Distantly, she could hear her friends cheering and jeering as they did when she sparred with them, but it hardly phased her this time. The rush was entirely her own, driving Li with a sense of music; it was all a dance, the ocean crashing with its own violent chorus, the blood rushing through her veins audible beneath her pulse, pounding out the rhythm for her to move to. The Noble was rubbing his head with one meat-hook of a hand as he turned, the other immediately reaching for her. Without missing a beat, she flipped the oar in her grasp so the uneven tip was facing the Noble, the flat of it towards the ground. She shoved the butt of it strongly into his palm, shattering the bones beneath the flesh easily, parting the calloused skin with the strength of the upwards motion meeting his downwards momentum. A roar peeled through the air, but she couldn't distinguish if it was the fishermen cheering or the Noble howling over the hand she just disabled, but it didn't matter. It wasn't relevant to her battle, and without hesitation, she ignored the horrified look the Noble was giving his hand and twisted the oar in another upward swing, catching him under the chin again -- but this time the momentum, coupled with the slick, worn wood of the dock, managed to make him fall back with an alarmed look on his face. The only thing that heralded his landing was the loud splash of water, the Noble's large form disappearing beneath the black waves.
Spinning the oar, she slid it behind her back and to her opposite hand, tossing it to the boat she'd 'borrowed' it from despite the blood that lined the aged wood. It wasn't anything that wouldn't come out with a little rowing - she wasn't even sure it'd be noticed, seeing as the small boat was probably one used for fishing, which included gutting the seafood in it. Li approached the edge of the dock and stared at the point the Noble disappeared beneath, feeling the claps on her back and hearing the gleeful and taunting shouts, but it didn't reach her. The whole situation was surreal, from the jeering that had prompted her to attack first to the last swing that had put him off his footing and now beneath the night-heavy water. It hadn't been that long ago that she had been standing with one foot in two boats, sparring over the seemingly shallow waters, but for someone who couldn't swim, even a friendly training session was life-threatening. They'd always joked about how Li had been too young to die if she fell in, but how old was the Nobleman she'd just squared off with? Did he have a family? Parents? A wife? Children, maybe? There were bubbles, but she couldn't tell if the Noble was just refusing to surface, or if...maybe...
Turning abruptly, she began to pad out of the abandoned marketplace, the fishermen at her heels, already telling tall tales of what they'd seen. Li was grateful for their enthusiasm and faith in her, but the Lunarian they'd left behind had none at his side. What she did not want to see was if the Noble resurfaced or not. If so, good for him; he'd live to fight another day. If not, she had just resigned him to a fate that she could have shared if she wasn't more careful. If he died, his blood was on her hands. Li was fully aware that battles would end in more life-and-death situations than not, but it didn't make it any easier to swallow that she may have just murdered a kinsman because their views different. Or rather, the factions they represented had differing opinions. It didn't really matter; because she had picked a mantle to wear, she was now expected to fight those who wore the unfriendly colors, to end their lives if necessary. She may have successfully just done that.
The first of many, Li thought to herself. She wasn't entirely sure she had won that battle, after all.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 12:04 am
The Long Road
Journal ❀ Complete! If I had been told I'd be at this place in my life this time last year, I would not have conceived of it. I am passive by nature, and yet I've chosen sides in a war; I'm a lover of my people and my heritage, and yet I've need to strike down those who would threaten that very love; I'm a hard worker, but I have never worked so hard in my life as I have to hone my skill to the Legion's disposal. Like the seasons, I've changed, shed the skin of old to don new armor. This is the life I've carved for myself and I've rarely second-guessed my decisions.
I wonder if Lunaria will forgive me for those decisions.
While I've always coveted the stories and history of where we've come from, I never fancied myself to be overly religious. I believe, I have faith, I attend the temple when I can, but it's been the way I was raised, a bit of a routine. Since I've joined the Legion, I've found a more potent sense of faith and finding the path of Lunaria's grace. I don't know if that makes me more religious, but I'm more aware that we walk such a precarious path with this war. There is no 'side' when it comes to death: you live or you die. The problem is that our people think it's easy to die for a cause. The truth of it is that it's easy to die; it's a challenge to live, to carry on with the guilt and shame of bleeding another for a mere ideal. If we can't stand together, if we can separate our brethren as enemies simply because we don't think the same, we've so much more against us than the current state of affairs. Have we all lost faith? Is that why we squabble meaninglessly?
The seasons change. Time marches on. And yet the strife only deepens, it infests and infects the very land. How can the land renew itself if such hatred and malice is sewn into its very roots? When the decay of hatred seeps through Winter, will Spring bring blossoms of a newer, more powerful disdain? Will Summer foster rage and let it fall again to the land in Autumn, continuing the deathly cycle? Surely, we can break the never-ending circle -- we are better than the disagreements that plague us. We are not politics. We are not even religion or faith. We are a people, but how many have lost sight of that...?
I've much to ponder, to consider in the days to come. It's been a learning experience but a necessary one. I don't regret one moment of it, of learning all I have, of meeting all in my life. Captain Jianyu is admirable, Lady Sara gives me a sense of reflection and peace, and Lord Lee - there are no words between us, but we don't need words.
Who knows who I've met that opposes my side of the war? Who knows if I've a fondness for them -- such as Lady Sara? Perhaps the kind Kiran?
I started out so sure of myself, my path so gilded, and now...I've so many questions.
Lunaria guide my heart.
Faithfully,
Li
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 12:04 am
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Heatwave
[WIN] ❀ Complete!
On the hot, baked earth near a local park, two women tango. Sweat slicked her palms, making her only briefly lament not wearing gloves. Luckily - or perhaps not so much - the weapon she held was sanded wood, not entirely smooth, the bevels and knots giving her traction and perhaps a splinter or two. Li's slipper-clad feet carefully and lightly crossed one of the other in a slow circle, keeping the dust from giving their position away. The heat had made the ground cracked and loose with a soft upper layer, making it easy to slip if one moved too quickly over the surface. Her opponent was equally fleet of foot and about half her weight - a beautiful Noblewoman who was lithe and moved more like a snake, striking with speed and lethal intent. Her hair was the blue of twilight and her eyes the gold of the sun -- to say she was distracting was an understatement, even for someone as unfettered by remarkable appearances as the Legionnaire was. Li had to watch both the Noble and herself, as her weight and size was a detriment in this instance and her opponent's was well suited for the locale. The park allowed for some privacy but it wasn't ideal for safety or a strong advantage for herself, making Li second-guess the venue but it was what it was. She had to make the best of it.
Li barely had time to make sense of the dazzling smile her opponent cast her before the battle was on again. The Noblewoman fought with daggers, the sharp blades easily chipping against her eku, not allowing for the dangerous edges to bypass and test their sharpness on her skin. Using the flat of her weapon, she deflected a low stab, utilizing the stem to knock against the second wrist that made a higher jab. After battling with the vengeful Noble and his arm-slats, she was far more aware of opponents with two weapons to her one and was doing her best to compromise and take the lead. She had reach and balance over most of the quicker, dexterous attackers, but this one was also aware of her advantage. The Noble was skilled to press Li back into the softer sand of their arena, the Legionnaire all too aware of the ploy; she did well to dance her footsteps up a grassy hill instead, forcing her opponent on the defensive. Taking the brief change of pace to her benefit, the light-haired female attacked with a strong overhead swing, confident in each swing as the Noble lifted both daggers to block as Li had expected. Without pause, she lifted one foot and planted it hard into the sternum of her opponent, heaving the Noble backwards forcefully.
For as light as her opponent was, the Noble was thrown back a fair length, stumbling but not enough to fall, quickly catching herself and coming after Li again. The sand slipped beneath the Noble's foot, but the crafty femme used it to her advantage, striking at Li with the daggers at the bottom of her hold like snake's fangs. Though the white-haired woman tried to deflect the strike, her attackers lithe weight still fell atop her and threw them both against the grassy hill. The two rolled and slid down the short side, the sharp blades knicking the Legionnare's arms as they tousled, the eku smacking against the Noblewoman's head and ear-fins more than once. On the ground, Li found herself on the bottom, blinking up at her opponent with a sort of bewildered expression. She'd been aware that the other was tucking the daggers into spare harming her as they rolled, but she didn't understand why; it was almost a comfort to know someone else on the other side didn't want to kill outright, but it still didn't settle well with her. The Noblewoman removed herself from Li and actually waited for the Legionnaire to get up, and as the light-haired woman did just that, she discovered she felt almost embarrassed by it. As if her opponent was waiting for her to be worth fighting again. Was this how her own opponents viewed her when she was trying to be fair?
Wiping her brow on the back of her wrist, Li lunged, starting the battle anew. The thick, hot night air filled her lungs with weight and made her skin feel uncomfortable, but she didn't have time to consider such things when she had to face her Noble-equivalent. As she watched the other parry and counter her attacks, slowly leading the Noble up the hill again to evaluate her, she noticed the small things: the slight restraint in a thrust, an opening not taken, a hesitation in the sideswipe of a slice. It got to the point Li began to purposely test her opponent despite the danger it opened herself to. Indeed, the Noblewoman continued to battle swift and sharp but with a sense of reservation that was irking the Legionnaire. It was no way to carry a battle! Even if one was to spare their opponent death or bodily harm, it couldn't continue forever; one of them would have to fall or concede, and at that point, her revelation on the matter would not allow her to take knee.
Li realized that her opponent was new, too skilled or was under-estimating her by actions alone, even if it was no different than what she herself had first wished to practice so long ago. Such softness would get the Noblewoman killed, and if Li had to teach her that hard lesson, so be it. Better that she show with minimal mercy what could befall her than to let a murderous Legionnaire get their hands on her.
The heat of the night was making her skin feel hot, her grip again readjusting on her oar, but it seemed her opponent was suffering more than her. Moving as quickly as she was in the heat, she was breaking more of a sweat and Li couldn't help but notice that she was readjusting her hold on the daggers every few seconds. Her nice clothes weren't standing up against the unbearable heat either, slightly dampened and catching in bunches against her belt and elbows. The Legionnaire was grateful for her choice in fitted garments just then, and with continued consideration to where her feet were placed and where the Noble was, she parried the next half-hearted attack with the butt of her eku and swung the flat of it downwards, catching the smaller female by the ankles and using her greater weight to push her opponent back -- hard. If the Noble wouldn't take her seriously, then she'd force her to see the error of her ways.
The Noble spun with the momentum of the larger Legionnaire, practically rolling down the hill with Li fast after her. No sooner had the smaller femme come to a halt, sprawled on her back and slow to recover from her dizzy fall, Li didn't hesitate to swing the butt of her oar, aiming the tip of it at the dagger-wielder's temple in a sharp downward thrust. A sickening crack followed the motion, the sky-haired woman's head jerking awkwardly to the opposite side before lolling back slowly and coming to a halt, the sunny eyes hidden behind long lashes against dark skin. A small splatter of blood dotted the dust, dribbling off the edge of her eku, breaking the momentary fairytale notion that violence would not beget violence. The garnet droplets were almost obscenely bright against the cracked earth, making her heart sink at the implication: blood to nourish the land, the hatred that would grow from it.
Li looked down at her fallen opponent, the beautiful femme looking like she was simply sleeping in the pale moonlight. For the first time, she felt...nothing. No remorse, no upset, no self-righteous consideration for the fallen. She couldn't even be upset about the lack of anything, blank as she was to what the Noble's intent had been. It was like looking in the mirror, giving Li a fresh look and perspective on her own ideals and what they meant for those she opposed. It was, in a way, a great deal of disrespect to try and not hurt the others -- as if to insinuate that they were not equal in skill and thus deserved to be coddled. Lunaria's holy knickers, but when had she become so jaded? Why hadn't she realized this before? Looking out over the beige dirt and light greenery, she knew she'd simply have to accept that battles were a necessary evil. Blood would be shed, lives would be lost; she would simply have to minimize it as best she could.
The violence kept her emotions at bay for a change, though she was not entirely certain it was favorable. Spinning her wooded weapon behind herself and jogging back to the main roads of the city, Li resumed her patrol with sharp, challenging eyes. Maybe one more battle would put her back on track.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 12:05 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 12:06 am
Down, But Not Out
Journal ❀ Complete! The pain is excruciating, but I dare not speak of it. What happened on the mission was my own fault, a miscalculation and lack of awareness of what was happening around me. However, if I were to do it again, I would change nothing: my focus was on Lord Lee and ensuring his safety. While I failed in that particular portion of the mission, I believe it was a necessity to learn this lesson -- and to find that my respect of the stoic Fighter was greater than my allegiance to the Legion in that moment. Though we were engaged in a battle I would not have survived on my own, I came to realize that my loyalty to the friends I'm making surpasses the role played in war; what are we fighting for, if not for each other?
I know he - Huang - was distressed by my decision. Perhaps, he was even disapproving, but I have to do what I believe in. If we had more Lunarian's like him, we'd be much better off. It's not that I see little worth in myself, but I see a greater promise in he. A goal for myself to strive for. He will be a marvelous Captain someday, mark my words.
The wound is...superficial. Lunaria's grace, it hurts, but it will not be the death of me. Perhaps it could have been lethal if Huang had not been there to take me to safety - in fact, I would bet on a slow, agonizing death of blood loss, seeing how angry those Nobles had been - but he saved me. He saw it fit to spare me despite my transgression, and now I wonder, how does one repay a life? He is a hero to me, my Hero, and I wont forget his concern or kindness. I am but a peon in this War, but he treated me as equal, as someone he could trust and rely on. I will spend my days proving that worth to him.
Yes, the wound. Lunaria watched us that night. Even now, I can scarcely believe how 'lucky' I am that it is nothing. I was disarmed of my torch I had seized to fight with. It was broken over another Noble's head, granted, but another had wisened up enough to seize the splintered shaft and place it rather neatly through my body. The wood was smooth despite the fragmented edge, making a clean entry and exit from my back just beneath my ribs through my front, just beneath my sternum. Somehow I escaped without anything being skewered on the tip. It scratched one of my lungs, the likes of which collapsed in city limits, but the healers got to me before I could seek joining Lunaria. My Hero, he stayed by my side, fretting and worrying himself sick, which made me feel awful - I was there to help him, and yet in the end, he was tending to me.
I regret causing him so much difficulty in what should have been a simple run were I more skilled, but I am still grateful for the opportunity. I've so much to consider in what's passed since that night...but I've plenty time to think on it, relegated to bed-rest as I am. In a handful of days, I'll be back on the streets, patrolling and seeing to it that the peace continues to reign in the inner sanctum of our land.
Lunaria...I thank You for my friend.
Faithfully,
Li
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 2:38 pm
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Revenge is Bittersweet
[WIN] ❀ Complete!
Running an errand, Li finds one of the Nobles that attacked her and Huang! They stared at each other for what felt like the better part of a lifetime. The only reason Li hadn't outright attacked was because she felt so shocked; she imagined the only reason the Noble hadn't attacked was because he was under the same duress. Lunaria had apparently seen fit to make their paths diverge, then: the woman who survived being impaled, and the man who had been there to witness it. Granted, he wasn't the one who had done the deed, but he had been there, he'd enabled the prospect of loss of life. Her middle was still tender, the scab finally starting to fade around the edges into a permanent scar under her heart, but he still had bandages around his head from where she'd hit him over the head with the torch before joining Huang at his side. It was easy, she thought, to look at his wide eyes and slackened jaw and think that he wasn't a Lunarian. He wasn't worth the air he was breathing -- but even in her anger, she knew she'd be wrong. Despite what had befallen her, the cowardice that had taken her wind from behind, she did not blame this unfortunate bystander. She would, however, teach him a lesson about the company he kept.
The basket of produce fell from her hand to the street, bouncing a little but still holding its contents beneath a hand-sewn kerchief. Li didn't have her trusted eku with her, but she was not above using what was available to her, much like the torch of that night. Seizing one of the spare supports for one of the abandoned marketplace booths, she twirled it in her grasp and began to advance on him, pressing into the balls of her toes and charging at the Noble with a dark expression. He, even with his hands empty and a sword at his hip, could not draw fast enough; she brought the pole down so hard on his hand that she could see the unnatural angle his wrist bent beneath the strike. She gave him credit for swallowing the scream that undoubtedly tore at him, but she had done the same when impaled. Her empathy was in short supply just then. Spinning the makeshift weapon around her back, she brought the other end up and against his ear-fin, immediately bringing blood from his skin as it tore.
It was only then that he seemed to realize he was supposed to fight her, as while it was clear he thought she was dead, she was intent on returning the favor. Seizing his sword with his opposing hand, he deflected her next swing and the one after that, as if suddenly aware of the threat a still living and pissed-off Legionnaire posed.
The battle heated and became more intense now that he was actually fighting; the two spun their bodies to avoid each other's thrusts, the weapons spinning to strike again. Li had better reach than her Noble opponent, mostly able to keep him out of a lethal distance by using the flat butt of the pole to lunge and press him backwards. It was frustrating him, she could tell by the way his brow wrinkled and his lips curled in a sneer, but she felt no such emotion in return. No anger, no rage, no smug satisfaction; it was almost as if she felt he wasn't worthy of eliciting any type of response from the righteous femme. For every slip he gave in annoyance, she'd crack him over the hands until they bled; for every shuffle of his feet that put him off balance, she would strike his shins or thrust against his collar and shoulder, tripping him and pushing him backwards still; for every insult and snarl that fell from his mouth, she'd snap his jaw shut with a smack to the chin or wind him with a well-placed lunge to his sternum. As the battle continued and he continued to treat her as less than real, trying to predict her movements and attacks, he was becoming more bloodied and bruise and she without a single scratch on her.
But the Nobleman was not entirely helpless, picking up her shift of weight and the feints she used to land her blows. Li could tell he was watching the swing of the pole, watching where the weight in it was to counter, even if it still struck its intended point, simply taking out some of the force behind it. It prompted the Legionnaire to swing more harshly, increasing her speed and settling for a near-hit with more power than precision with half-power. Each spin and swing of the pole landed with more ferocity, a tightly-wound knot of betrayal that was slowly unwinding with each line of blood drawn and each grunt of pain that escaped him. It was everything she swore she'd never do and yet, she could not stop herself. It was less about the injury she had sustained and more about Huang, she realized; she could bypass the hurt inflicted on herself, but not him. In her own convoluted way, she was still trying to protect her Legionnaire superior, even after the battle that was long since over.
There became a peace in the rhythm of the battle, a sort of comfort in the dance of steps and the clash of weapons. The weight of swinging the pole was a pleasant ache, the urge for motion in her steps keeping her moving and him on the defensive. For a moment, Li almost thought that it felt good to fight, though she quickly dismissed the notion; it had simply been that she'd not had a one-on-one battle in a time and was feeling stagnant. Perhaps it was her wound that had kept her still that had made her itch for action, but now that it was being played out, it was like stretching after a long period of not moving, breathing in deeply after being winded. It was finding where she needed to be and standing for what she believed in, a reminder of her purpose -- one she sorely needed. Sucking in an even breath, her onslaught having not ceased even once in her reflection, she knew what she had to do.
He was so focused on the swinging of the wooden pole that he seemed to disregard the rest of her being. Li would have told him that ignoring her presence would not make her any less real, but it was his lesson to learn and hers to teach. Releasing the pole with one hand, she let the wooden length press inwards towards her own body, freeing herself from the lock they'd been in. He lost his balance without her pushing against their grappled weapons, stumbling in towards her at the abrupt motion. Her expression didn't change as she moved, knee lifting and embedding into his chest as he fell forward, the collision of their momentum folding him in half. Once he was doubled-over, she swung her freed hand in a vicious arc to connect with his cheekbone, sending him reeling upwards and backwards. The sword fell from his grasp, clattering on the ground noisily; without a downward glance, she kicked the weapon away and far from his grasp. The Noble tried to keep his balance by pinwheeling his arms, weakened by the double blow and undoubtedly seeing double from the impact. He failed to stay upright, falling onto his backside and immediately scrambling to get up, even as he clutched his cheek. His motions were jerky and uncoordinated, allowing for her to approach him without much concern of him lashing out; he was in the phase where he was more a danger to himself than her. If she hadn't broken the bone, she had certainly hit him with enough jarring force to make him dizzy.
Breathing in slowly and deeply of their summer-warmed surroundings, her vibrant amethyst eyes stared downwards at the fallen Noble, her expression chilled and dark, speaking her next words clearly and softly. "I forgive you." The pole swung with lethal intent, connecting solidly against the Noble's temple. His head snapped violently to the opposite end, hard enough his body moved with it until he rested on his side, unmoving and bleeding from his impressive head wound. Tilting her own head to the side to crack her neck, she tossed the pole down by his side and slowly returned to where she'd dropped her basket. She supposed she should have felt some sort of vindication or satisfaction in the gesture, but she knew that revenge was petty and pointless. Even so, she did find a sort of comfort in that at least one of Huang's attackers had been repaid their brutality. She could forgive them, but they hardly deserved it.
Stooping down to pick up the basket, she replaced it over her arm and continued on her way home with a small limp from over-exerting herself. After delivering the ingredients for dinner, she decided she'd pay a visit to the temple; just because she'd been doing the forgiving didn't mean Lunaria would grant her the same for her vengeful battle.
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