Looking at the blonde giantess Aiden could only smile wryly and shake his head. This girl is so free, her mind and heart don't suffer from too much pollution. If she could fight to her heart's content and fulfill her matriarch's, her queen's order, she would be satisfied.
He had to admit, her easy-going, straightforwardness was a trait Aiden appreciated and liked in her very much. Adding to the fact that her nature was very close to his own, he felt a familiarity, a likeness to her that was hard for even for him to understand.
Seeing now as her fingers clasped around the handle of her fearso two-hander, she couldn't help but smile at the sight, causing Sara who was just walking over to frown. Following his gaze, she realized that he was looking at the woman, the most fearso from all the rivals she had to fight for the boy's attention. She suddenly felt worried, hurrying her steps she quickly scurried over to Aiden's side.
As soon as she took her place, Don raised his right hand in the air, causing the two sides to quiet down, and focus on the opponents they were facing. Amongst them all, the two dogs taking their usual stance at their little, cheery blond mistress' side looked the calst of them all. Their mouths were partly open, their large tongues were flattering against the wind as they gave absolutely no care about what was about to go down.
Still, none questioned the fact that as soon as they would notice the opponent's battle intent they instantly shifted their deanor and lunge at their throats!
"Okay…" Don spoke up, with his right arm still raised. "The fight will go until one side decides to give up and concede, or there would be no one standing. I will say it once again, do not be excessive with your actions against the other! Keep that thirst and craze for the real battlefield! Now… FIGHT!" He exclaid, striking down with his hand and giving the sign for the second round, the group battle to comnce.
As soon as his arm moved, both sides erupted, charged against the other.
Naybeah, finally having the opportunity to fight against a skillful opponent roared fiercely. In the next instant, her huge war ax was already raised above her head, she jumped forward and struck down, aiming to slice the poor sod that was unlucky enough to be forced to face her might.
The poor man, a relatively buffed-looking strong, bulky man donned in black leather studded set of armor and matching hardened leather cap to protect her head from most blunt force trauma was suddenly startled at this fierce display.
He didn't hesitate to single out the strongest-looking one amongst Aiden's group and face this barbaric-looking woman that was also quite pleasing to the eye with those thin, furry straps of leather that barely covered her moderate mounds and delicates.
Yet, though he was hoping for a joyous battle, while also hoping to show his might to this woman, hoping to gain so affection, he did not expect to et such brute force. The woman didn't hold back at all, from her body posture, her stance, her attack it was clear that her attack was truly aid to kill!
Even then, he had ample experience in the countless raids and missions their team had gone through, his body reacted almost from sheer instinct. Grabbing the hilt of her short sword with both hands, he raised it in front of him horizontally putting it against the vicious strike.
However, as their attacks t each other, the man had to flex and contort all the muscles in his arms and in his legs to steady his stance and to be able to absorb the power of the blow and not falter.
He looked at the grinning woman with a shocked gaze. He wanted to speak up, ask what was her problem, why would he fight with such force, with such a vicious, rciless intent when their goal was only to get familiar with the other's style.
Before he could do so, Naybeah grinned at her wildly, and suddenly raised her right leg, catching the man by surprise and kicking him in the chest.
Caught off guard, the air was suddenly kicked out from the man's lungs, he stumbled backward a couple of steps before shaking his head and stabilizing his state. Though it only took him at most a single second, that ti, in such situations, was more than enough for his opponent to launch another attack.
Feeling that sense of dread, the danger once again, the man's body instantly reacted, jumping to the left only to feel the air blow by him, following after a brutal vertical slice of the woman's weapon.
Feeling the blade just barely avoid his skin, the man could no longer keep his calm. Jumping back to create a bit of space between them, he shouted.
"What's your problem woman?! Didn't you hear the captain?! We are only fighting to get to know each other! Why are you trying to kill ?!"
Naybeah didn't respond to him. Instead, she slowly raised the head of her weapon above her, and charged towards him once more, only to strike at him again, aiming to at the very least mutilate, if not kill.
For her, there was no difference between fights. Raised as an amazon, every fight she had with her instructors or the other girls was always serious. Though they wouldn't kill each other, a couple of bruises were reminders of their own mistakes, and even if they were given the opportunity for nding it unless it was about the loss of a finger or a hand, more often than not, they chose to keep it.
Against such ferocity, the man could only go into the defensive, doing his best to survive the ordeal he willingly walked into whilst also cursing his own stupidity to face such a crazy monster…
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While Naybeah was relentlessly hacking away to her heart's content, not too far from her the royal brother and sister duo of Drake and Scarlet were fighting hand to hand against a pair of girls.
Like Crysta before, they too were more leaned towards agility and speed rather than sheer strength in their attacks. They danced around the two youngsters seemingly matching their opponents in their actions.
While Drake was more of a refined swordsman with a trained, skillful base that he himself refined through his adventures and each of his attacks were aid at the various, well-known weak spots of the human body.
His sister, Scarlet was more of an unpredictable wild cat, a feline, a predator in her actions. The two twin daggers in her hands were blurry silvery streaks in the air as she slashed violently at the woman who, for so reason was able to evade and block each of her strikes with relative ease, making her go angrier by the second.
Unlike the clearly one-sided beat down of Naybeah and the poor, unlucky sod, the royal siblings seed to be in quite a predicant as they were fighting to a draw!
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