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Jade froze as her hand was between two swords now. Thankfully the woman did not slice her hand straight off. Jade looked down to Lyra and although it wasn't obvious Jade released a sigh of relief before she would pull her hand up and away to safety. She jumped back and landed lightly in a defensive position and gave a small incline of her head in order to show her respect to Lyra for letting her keep her hand.

Jade now had to worry about her sword that she no longer possessed, it was one thing to lose a sparring match but she would not lose her sword. In her left hand she held the dagger and started to circle Lyra, she couldn't afford to go in and damage her weapon. She looked to Lyra as she waited for an opening, something she figured that she wouldn't get but it was worth a shot.

After a moment she would dive towards Lyra, dropping to one knee a she kicked a leg out in a hurried attempt to knock the other warrior off her feet or at least provide her with an off balance for just a moment before she would slash out at the woman's outer thigh with the dagger.

As he stood there watching the two fight. As weapons exchanged hands back blows were traded, he seemed to feel a sense of exhaustion. Scratching his head he looked at Lyra, staring at her wounded arm.

"You know you two, I recall that in the old days, most duels ended when one combatan was 'pinked' as the young Miss in white seems to be. If you feel like continuing on with your battle, that doesn't really bother me, but would it be alright to pass through? I've been up for quite some time and need to get some sleep."

Respect? With a stronger pang of sorrow than she was expecting, Lyra knew that would not be in Jade's eyes for long. Confusion reigned without bounds as the Passion of Fury filled her, nearly blinding in the process. This needed to end, and soon.

Lyra avoided the brash attempt at her balance easily, simply leaping over the hunched form of her opponent. The dagger caught only misty pre-dawn air. Waiting for Jade to right herself, she looked to the once silent observer, slight surprise that she had not taken time to notice him before. With a gaze which clearly requested that he wait just a moment she turned to focus once more to the fight, and attacked.

Deadly spinning blades never ceased in their intricate dance around her as she pushed Jade farther and farther back into prime position. Never finishing any stroke that Jade failed to catch on the ragged dagger. The power behind those which did connect was astonishing for one of her small stature, grinding away at the strength in Jade defense.

Having backed Jade up against the blackened roses, she commenced her final attack. Stopping dead, she brought her own sword up and around, disarming and flinging the dagger from Jade's grip. Swiftly following she reset and lunged in slicing into the shoulder, simultaneously Jade's own sword pierced clean into her side.

As gently as possible she landed a spinning kick to the side of Jade's surprised head, mercifully knocking her unconscious. Removing the weapons as she fell back. Then heaved a silent sigh as her shoulders hunched from far too much expended effort. Lyra trailed the now dead weight of two swords behind her she made a round on the clearing, pausing here and there to gather her scattered belongings.

Finally she turned to miggy, and handed him Jade's precious sword. Having returned to some semblance of normality having satisfied the bloodlustful fury, she attempted to speak,

"Please return this to her...after she earns it."

With that said, she spun her cloak around her bloodstained shoulders and walked away, into the depths of the forest. Her mangy brown friend converging to join with her only a few paces in. Lyra reached down with her left hand to greet him as her sword was still clutched in her right.

Monia yawned widely as she heard the inn was closing, and then looked as if struck by an idea. As soon as the bartender finished speaking, she brought her right arm over to her left shoulder and hit it sharply twice with her palm. She brought the fresh stein under her chin with her right hand, sneezed, and drained it yet again.

"Oh, well. I guess there's no rest for the weary." she gave him a bright smile and picked up her things. "Thanks for the information and here's a tip." she slid a gold coin across the counter to him. "I'll probably be seeing you later." She slung her bag over her right shoulder, favoring her left arm as she exited the building. "I really could've useed some sleep, but this'll have to do..." she muttered as she made her way to some early birds setting up foodstands. Monia stared at them when they tried to sell something, and if that didn't work, she growled, fending off any of the more brave wimplings. When she found what she thought might be the fighting ring that the bartender had told her about, she found a dark place very near it and began some elementary stretches to warm her drunken muscles.

Nicholas started closing up shop. He put away all the steins and all the berrals into the back room. With a twist of a key, the door clicked and was locked. He turned around and signaled to Grazelda who was standing next to one of the tables.

Seven returns the smile and nods. Now that they had eye contact he could probably pull it off, but it would probably invite more problems then necessary. Even good things when forced stir people up.

"As you wish. Good job with the festival this year."

As the monk turns and walks away Seven returns to the roof of the temple. It was a nice central location so he would be able to get to most of the town relatively easily. He sits and closes his eyes in meditation once more.

"Ouch," she hit herself in the head with a very stupid swing of her sheathed knife. She rubbed it and realized that she was hungry. Stupidity does that, you know. Monia grabbed her bag and half-jogged to buy a bite to eat from the zealous sellers she had scared off earlier. She bought an overpriced rabbit, brought it back to where she had been warming up and realized she could have eaten something at the bar. Oh well. It turned out that the rabbit was undercooked, but she ate it anyway, considering that it needed to digest before she started moving around again. Once she was halfway through, something sliced the inside of her cheek. She spat her bite of rabbit on the ground and found what looked to be a tip of a knife among the meat. "I'll kill him," she muttered. A slow trickle of blood running down the left side of her mouth, she ran back to where she had found the idiot that sold the rabbit, a long knife in her right hand.