Outpost Vidal - Room/Lounge
Siyo was busy scrawling away in his small journal, the sound of charcoal scratching on paper was all to be heard. He had heard the other door open, but paid it little mind. It was good of his pack to seek out rest. He was somewhat surprised at the knock on his door, turning his head slightly, calling out, "You may enter, Ranyth." He laid his charcoal flat on the page, closing the cover before turning to face the door fully.
With a creak, the Raiken in question entered the room and reflexively saluted. "I, Ra........."
Said Raiken's voice trailed off as it occurred to him that, well, an outclanner
probably wouldn't know of the protocol regarding Urchankan's somewhat...lengthily pre-sparring process.
Gah.........focus, you fool!
A deep breath, then: "Permission...to spar?"
Stupid outclans and their lack of dueling customs...
Siyo raised a brow, returning the salute while listening to Ranyth, wondering why he had trailed off. Before he had the chance to question him, Ranyth completed his thought. Siyo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms, as he thought over the other's words.
We just met and he wants to fight? . He sighed internally before standing upright, "You know, Ranyth, sparring when we should be resting is ill-advised." Siyo rolled his shoulders, "Still, I suppose your clan puts a lot of stock in a leader's ability to fight, so we may spar." He chuckled, nodding to the door, "There should be a ring in the lounge outside our room." Siyo tugged his robe on, stretching a bit,
Shouldn't take too long, I suppose.
The Urchankan tensed up, then let out a sigh of relief -
Thank Ormak! - upon Siyo agreeing to his request; a moment later, the two could be seen heading in the direction of the aforementioned lounge. "Drakul raki."
(Thank you.)"
The lounge wasn't completely empty. There were a few warriors scattered about, talking or playing some games of Alira S'vesi before heading to bed. A couple of them looked up at the two warriors heading to the sparring ring. "Challenging a Sadi'roshya to a duel? Is he crazy?" was one of the handful of whispers that came soon after. Siyo shrugged his cloak off, leaving it draped over a nearby chair before taking a step into the ring, heading to the center, "Let's try not to hurt each other too badly. We do have a hunt to undertake tomorrow." Siyo turned to face Ranyth after reaching the center of the ring, "And try not to break anything either."
Pah! "I'll
try not to break too many of your bones!" was the golem's reply as he disrobed in a fashion similar to his superior - though his less then-serious-expression faded as he strode to the center of the room's sparring ring and began to circle slowly around his emerald-colored opponent.
♫♫ Two Steps From Hell - El Dorado (Skyworld) ♫♫
Siyo raised a brow,
Hopefully the wilds cool his temper . He slowly stepped in tandem with Ranyth, both of them circling in a counter-clockwise fashion. He kept his gaze locked on his ash colored opponent's, his arms just above his waist. After coming full-circle, Siyo made a half-step forward, testing Ranyth's reaction.
Ranyth flashed a grin at his opponent as he stepped backwards a split-second later, his posture more or less mirroring that of Siyo's (
Ha! As if a feint that simple would surprise me!) as he kept circling around the ring; surprisingly enough, the young warrior was keeping his wits about him - though how much longer this would last was anyone's best guess...
As soon as Ranyth took the smallest step backward, Siyo took a full step forward, immediately entering his opponent's space, throwing a quick right-handed jab at the ash-colored golem's chest.
Never step back, always forward.
The others in the room watched, though they remained relatively quiet.
A block (and a partially-surprised
grunt at the sheer force behind the blow) were the Urchankan's responses to the sudden assault, followed immediately by a quick one-two combo and the Raiken's
actual reply: a
vicious kick aimed at the exposed skin that lay between the armored scales of his opponent's torso and chest.
Grah...that strength!
Siyo grit his teeth, ignoring Ranyth's fists, focusing on dodging the kick instead. He stepped to the side, delivering a fierce elbow blow to his opponent's chest, trying to throw Ranyth off balance.
He's pretty strong, I'll give him that. Siyo would attempt to follow up with an open palmed strike to Ranyth's chin.
The Mola Dradai winced at the Rakavasu's strike,
barely managing to deflect the follow-up blow into the former's shoulder - then
smiled; though said blow had packed enough punch to spin Ranyth's (
heavier!) form around slightly, the soldier was able to in turn use that considerable momentum to add to the power of his own counter-punch.
Urf......you're quick, too...but not even you can dodge my attacks
this close![/i]
Siyo raised a hand, catching Ranyth's fist with a grunt, delivering an uppercut that was somewhat held back. He intended to win, but he didn't want to knock his opponent out. They were, after all, pack mates.
The blow sent Ranyth crashing to the floor, leaving Siyo standing above him. The emerald Sadi'roshya grinned, offering a hand to the heavier male, "Good spar. You have been trained well by your clan. We should get some rest though."
The other occupants of the room let out a few cheers, praising both of them for a good, although short, spar.
Ranyth accepted the hand with a groan - "...Agreed." - and a stumble; the room, for whatever reason, insisted on moving.
Siyo pulled Ranyth to his feet, patting the ash-colored golem on the shoulder, "You aren't going to fall on your way back to the room, are you?" Siyo snagged their cloaks, offering Ranyth his own, "You aren't light, you know."
The Raiken's vision finally returned to normal as he took the offered robe, replying "I've.....noticed" after shaking his head a few times in an attempt to clear it (
Grah.........) and, after several winces of pain, made his way back over to the aforementioned quarters - where collapsing onto his bed with a
sigh of relief. His question had been answered, yes...but
damn that had hurt...
Siyo was quick to follow Ranyth back to the room, after exchanging a few words with the warriors outside. He bid Ranyth a good night, as well as any other's who had made their way to the room. He disappeared into his own quarters, climbing onto his bed and quickly falling asleep.
Outpost Vidal - On the Walls
The watch had fully rotated, leaving the outpost fairly deserted. A couple groups still lingered, but most of them had retreated to the barracks to get some sleep and respite from the cold air. A few guards bowed their heads to Lapis while they made their rounds. They were used to her behavior, she was a huntress after all. One of them mentioned that she should turn in for the night, being well-rested was important for the upcoming hunt.
The Salil Byzar's howl continued echoing for several minutes.
Outpost Vidal - Pack's Room
Some hours of sleep and stuff later...
Siyo awoke with a smile, stretching in his bed, letting out a long sigh, "Ahh... been awhile since I've had some good sleep." During his training, there was little time for rest, just training, more training, and some training with that. His instructors were merciless, expecting only the best and taking nothing less. He sat up in bed, recalling his dream, a good dream.
He was standing with his fellows atop some sandy plateau. He had recognized it as some place in Slevexa, but he couldn't quite place it. They were saluting someone standing on a stone platform. He didn't remember who it was, but he figured they must have been important, garnering the attention of all his Sadi'roshya brothers and sisters. The dream ended with him looking at his palm, a bright medal depicting the sun in his hand.
Siyo rolled his shoulders, slowly standing and pulling his robe on. There was a bit of discomfort from the spar last night, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He spent a few minutes ensuring all of his gear was packed up properly before opening the door to wake his packmates. Before even checking if they were all there, he clapped his hands together, "Time to rise and hunt!" He clapped his hands again, inspecting each of his packmates while they woke up, shaking them a bit if they tried to turn over and ignore him.
Downstairs, the feasting hall was getting started back up, roasting meats and preparing dishes for breakfast. It was a smaller meal than dinner, consisting mainly of fruits and bread. The aroma of cooked food wafted up into the barracks, prompting warriors to rise and seek out the first meal of the day, before setting about their assigned tasks.