Somewhere in the back streets of Draega. Hayll, Terreille.
Surreal was rather sure she was going to want to kill someone when this was all over, and it was most likely going to be herself.
Her opponent couldn't match her mastery of Titian's knifework, for which Surreal felt a fierce surge of pride, but she was getting her ass handed to her in hand-to-hand. Repeatedly. Her bruises had bruises.
"I hate you," she said, conversationally, for about the thousandth time as she hauled herself off the cobblestones and brushed dirt off her face before settling back into a ready stance. "I could be bonding with my fellow students right now over yet another cultural experience that I have no context to understand, but no. You got lonely and missed my smile and company."
Oh, she was so going to get thwapped for that.
[OOC: NFB, for the teacher.]
Her opponent couldn't match her mastery of Titian's knifework, for which Surreal felt a fierce surge of pride, but she was getting her ass handed to her in hand-to-hand. Repeatedly. Her bruises had bruises.
"I hate you," she said, conversationally, for about the thousandth time as she hauled herself off the cobblestones and brushed dirt off her face before settling back into a ready stance. "I could be bonding with my fellow students right now over yet another cultural experience that I have no context to understand, but no. You got lonely and missed my smile and company."
Oh, she was so going to get thwapped for that.
[OOC: NFB, for the teacher.]