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That was about the answer she'd expected. She smiled up at him, a half-smile that held just a tinge of something hidden behind it. Then she patted his cheek fondly, and backed away. He wasn't going to be able to finish the spar unless she gave him some space.

Her hand lifted. "Do me a favor. Don't try to figure out whether or not you want to take me up on that right now. Just clear your head, and finish the spar." Thaw was back in her hands, but she held him limp, refusing to push before Noah was ready.

That was an aggressively nice thing you have just done, little child. Thaw mused speculatively. If I did not know any better, I would wonder if you are going soft.

Maebe's smile quirked. It's a good thing you know me better, she reminded him. Nonetheless, Thaw's knowing chuckle signaled the end of his commentary, and a silent reminder that her lies could not work against a being living inside of her own head.

"Good boy." Maebe crouched, trying to parry the cleaver with her trident, but she felt it sink into her shield and winced, before letting out a content sigh. It looked like she hadn't thrown him too far off his game, after all.

"Good, strong boy." She purred out, her trident slashing him playfully. She knew she had no chance of distracting him anymore, now. So instead, she just enjoyed herself. A little too much.

HP: 14
Damage: 2

Maebe wondered what it would have felt like to be dug into that hard with a cleaver, of all things, if she didn't have Thaw.

It would be unpleasant. Thaw answered her quiet question for her. Even by your standards.

She giggled, which seemed out of place given the situation, but Noah was already questioning her responses to battle at this point and this wouldn't have come as much of a surprise by now. "So serious." Her voice took on a lower tone, with a little tease hidden in it, and she took a step back. "See, you're so much cuter when you're angry. In fact, I've grown impatient."

Thaw growled happily in her mind. He knew exactly when she started to take things seriously - even if her words sounded otherwise. "I want this spar over."

The word over was punctuated with her trident prongs burying itself directly in his chest. The shield protected him, but the blow was long ranged, and she'd put all of her force behind it. Now she wondered what would have happened to him if that shield hadn't been there. Thaw tsked the suddenly morbid thoughts.

HP: 8
Damage: 8

Yesss, she had him! Maebe only grinned when he slid into the mud, and she ran forward to break down his shield with another stab. Her shoes were far less suited for mud, and running was a stupid choice - she slid herself, losing her footing and falling right on her a**. It could have hurt worse, but mud was soft, just as much as it was dirty. Her outfit was already ruined, so she let out a bubbly laugh and crawled up onto her hand and knees.

"I don't know, Noah." She managed to squeak out between giggles while she crawled to his side and flopped down on his stomach. "Maybe mud is my thing."

It wasn't. None of this was sexy, but she was finding it funnier the longer she slid around in it.

HP: 8
Damage: 0

Maebe saw the hand, and her laughter stopped. Her mouth opened, but she said nothing - she just held an exulted face for a moment, reveling in her very first win. Then she took his hand, and used it to pull herself forward, tugging hard enough to bring her face to face with him. She flopped back down, her lips meeting his to steal a kiss that had no warning. This one wasn't as soft and innocent as her first, selfish undertones turning it fierce and desperate. But it did not linger, because it had a point. She pulled back, and rested her chin on his chest.

"There." She announced proudly. "My prize for winning my first spar. I thought it deserved a little celebration." Her hand reached up, tiptoeing fingers against his lips and up his nose while punctuating her next few words with each step. "Besides; I already know you're going to say no to me." She ended her walking fingers on his forehead, and patted it fondly. "So I had to. One last time."

There was a knowing little smile placed on her perfect, mud spattered face.

The hand was near enough to his face that it pressed hard against his lips, smothering his feeble attempts to explain what she already understood. "Please stop talking now." She drawled out with a grin. "I told you - I knew you weren't on board from the moment I met you. But, it was important to me that you knew I wasn't joking - because one day, you're not going to be as sweet, and innocent." She pushed herself off of him, her legs tucking beside him as her hand pulled away from his mouth. "And you might change your mind. And I will still be happy to show you all of the things you missed out on today." A laugh escaped her, and it was just a hint too sinister to be sweet.

"But today, you're bright eyed, bushy tailed, and hopeful as ********. And I'm not going to be the person who ruins that for you." Someone would. But it wouldn't be her. She yearned not for the untried boys, but the monsters that men turned into.

But she wouldn't have said no if he'd been up for it.

"I'm going to go take a shower and think about you lots, now." She informed him, pushing herself to stand up and holding both of her hands out. "I'd ask you to join me, but I can't handle rejection twice in a row. You'll be there anyway, in spirit."

"Anytime." The one word held a lot of promise behind it. But it was nothing compared to the second time she said it, pulling him just a little closer, and smiling with just a little too much teeth.

"Anytime."

She let him go, before he died of blushing, and patted his chest fondly before skipping off back to the dorms.