clario: (ɪɪ.)
sweet pea. ([personal profile] clario) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-08-25 12:58 am

closed | I got caught up by the chase

Date & Time: Morning today
Location: Training building
Characters: Robb Stark & Sweet Pea
Summary: Sweet Pea puts a king on his back. King doesn't know how to handle this.

[ it isn't their first practice. most of the time it ended embarrassingly quick. sweet pea's hands had quickly been torn open by the wooden sword's hilt. her arms ached, her shoulders ached, her back, her thighs... it was worse knowing robb was holding back so much.

she was slow, and clumsy and thoroughly unused to any weapons. she wanted to know whose brilliant idea it was to give her a greatsword and expect her to be able to use it. still she stuck to it out of a stubborn sense of pride. if she was going to have it, she may as well learn to use it.

today is the first time she has worn her initiative-gifted weapon, the outfit she had nicknamed the magdalene, underneath a raincoat she refused to remove.

today is also the first time she managed to not only disarm robb (and inside of four moves), but also got him on his back, the practice sword pointed at his neck. the surprise on her face, she is sure, matches his.
]

I think you yield.
wolfskin: (somewhere no one else can find)

[personal profile] wolfskin 2013-09-12 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ he puts up a valiant effort, truly he does, up until the point her blow sends his sword from his hands. robb curses inwardly, instinctively making a move towards it but stops himself. he knows better, she has him no matter what he does. were their swords real he would be dead before he managed to reclaim his own or move from her reach. ]
wolfskin: (look who makes their own bed)

[personal profile] wolfskin 2013-09-26 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ a heavy question, he does not answer straight away. ]

I am, or was. [ he move to reclaim his sword, swinging it around lightly before frowning. ] Your improvement is greater than I thought.