Character || Dris'rynne
Stage || Swordsman
Battling || Xaraan
Battle Stat || 27
Defense || 15
Roll Needed || 60-100
Rolled || 9
Outcome || Lose
Experience earned || ( 13 x 2 ) / 2 = 13

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He was a breeder.

That back water, Oban jerk was a xaraan breeder and he was selling his stock in the same area that Niyani had chosen to set up shop.

Not so luckily for her, one of the grown 'display' xaraan he'd brought with him was the crimson beastie from a few days prior. As soon as the pair saw her it was on. "Get 'er, Lily! She's here to steal again!"

"Dris, do you know this ma-?"

"Not now, Niyani!" Dris'rynne hopped over Niyani's stall and flat booked it down the lightly populated street. What few customers mingled in the market area dispersed when they caught sight of the half blind shifter running away from one very large, very pissed xaraan. It squanked after her, sending a fearful ringing up Dris'rynne's spin. "Go away, you stupid bird...thing! I'm not even trying to steal from you!"

She took a sharp turn down an alley, hoping to loose it, but Dris'rynne could feel it breathing behind her. Before she knew it the xaraan had her pinned in the closed alley way and with a mighty swing of it's tail she was knocked flat onto her back. Lily loomed over her, studying her as one would a kill before it tried to step on it. By crossing her blades she was able to scare it away from the action, but not for long. Dris'rynne tried scooting herself back enough so that she could rise up, but her head hit a wall.

It lowered its hooked beak, caught her by the thigh and would have torn into her worse than it did had a few Oban soldiers not pulled it away. It was hard work, even for three grown men, especially with the xaraan's older raging in their ears the whole time. "-tried stealin' from me before, you should just lock this one up-"

Niyani squeezed past the ruckus and lowered himself to one knee next to her. He took one look at her thigh, and winced. "It's not as bad as it looks...I hope. What did you do to make it so mad?"

"I thought...it was pretty." Dris'rynne spat, glaring at the xaraan from across the way. The creature returned the hateful look and a feud was born.

(WC: 382)