FE 25.2

Ander will be following Anya to the arena

Ander: "...so...you said you trained on the Dragon Islands. Were you, like...a guard or an entertainment fighter or something?"

Anya: …. are you making small talk?

Ander: "I am attempting. It's not my best thing."

Anya: People make small talk because they're uncomfortable with silence. But not ever silence must be awkward.

Ander: "...ok..."

Anya leads you to one of the many smaller buildings that surround the main Arena. These tend to be open to the public and free to use.

Ander: "So, you wanna keep this weapons free? I mean, all I've got is Skara and you don't have a weapon at all."

Ander: "I just wouldn't want to hurt you."

Anya: Is that bravado?

Ander: "No. I'm serious.  I have a weapon, and not a training weapon, and you are unarmed."

Ander: "And there isn't even a healer on hand."

Anya: What ever makes you more comfortable.

She opens a door into a training room and just stands easily at the center of it.

Ander shoots her an odd look and starts stretching.

Ander: "...you seem pretty confident yourself."

Ander: "...you don't wanna stretch first?"

Anya shakes her head.

Anya: I am fine.

Ander: "...ok then. THINK FAST!"

Ander throws a punch.

Ash, 8:13 PM

((How close to do you get to her before punching?))

Ander tries to get close.

Ash, 8:14 PM

okay, give me an attack for a punch.

8:14 PM

Ander: ((14))

Ash, 8:19 PM

She just sidesteps you, in a way that seems effortlessly. "Are you still stretching?

Ander: "...no....I'm ready."

Ander tries for another unarmed strike.

Ander: ((16 this time))

Ash, 8:23 PM

That one connects with her midsection, and it's not unlike punching a wall.

Ander gasps in pain and shakes her hand.

Ander: ".................what?"

Anya: Better. My turn!

Ash: What's your AC?

Ander: ((16))

((I assume this is gonna hurt))

Ash, 8:29 PM

IT doesn't hurt as much as it should for a blow that sends you flying against a padded wall.

Ander: "...............................what?"

Ash, 8:31 PM

She smiles sweetly. "Now it is your turn, yes?"

Ander: "..................................you're not quite human, are you?"

Ander: "...given that, I think I'd like my advantage back."

Ander draws her sword and takes a swing.

Ander: ((18 to hit, 8 dam))

Ash, 8:39 PM

Where are you sticking her?

Ander: ((Somewhere non-lethal. Preferably the side.))

((Ander is still sparring, she doesn't think Anya's a threat yet.))

Ash, 8:41 PM

You catch her on her side, slicing a cut open on her side, and ruining her blouse a bit, drawing blood. She nods, approvingly. "Oh, very good."

Ander: "Ok, you do bleed. So, I stand a chance, right?"

Ander tries for a kick, now.

Ander: ((This one does not hit))

Ander: ((13))

Ash, 8:46 PM

Anya gives a toothy grin. "So far, so good."

Her foot lashes out, almost faster than the eye can follow, and sweeps your legs out from under you.

Ander: "Oof!"

Ander: "...heh...that all you got? You're getting weaker!"

Ash, 8:48 PM

She brings her foot down to stomp on you. You take 20 damage.

Ander: "OK! OK!  I YIELD!"

Ash, 8:49 PM

She smiles, and offers a hand.

Ander takes it. "...Dragon Isles. ...you're a dragon, aren't you?"

Ash, 8:49 PM

Anya: Of course.

Ander: ((I am at 2 HP))

Ash, 8:50 PM

((You're effectively short resting now.))

Ander: "...you realize no one else here is a dragon, right?"

Ash, 8:51 PM

Anya: You're very good with your pigsticker. I think I you were truly striking to wound, it would have made it past my scales and done some real damage.

Anya: There's a few around.

Ander: "...may I ask a few questions?"

Ash, 8:52 PM

Anya nods, and pulls off her blouse. She's wearing some supporting tank top type thing under it, so she's not indecent or anything.

Ander: "...can all dragons look human?"

Ash, 8:53 PM

Anya: No. But the ones interested in it can usually figure it out.

Ander: "Do you breathe fire?"

Ash, 8:55 PM

Anya: I do not.

Ander: "Do you fly?"

Ash, 8:55 PM

Anya: In my true form, yes.

Anya: And yes,  before you ask, it *is considered rude to ask what color I am.

Ander: "Ok, won't ask that. ...here's the big question I have...why is a dragon disguised in human form going to a speed dating night at a small tavern?"

Ash, 9:00 PM

Anya: …. what, we can't take out time from our busy schedules of kidnapping princes to socialize a bit?

Ander: "...you kidnap princes?"

Ash, 9:01 PM

Anya: Ransom is lucrative.

She is extremely deadpan in her delivery. It's very hard to tell if she's kidding.

Ander: "...right. Well, this was fun, thanks.  I think my ego can take losing to a dragon."

Ash, 9:03 PM

Anya: Could it take doing it a lot?

Anya looks you up and down, thoughtfully. Or hungrily. Hard to tell.

Ander: ".........you want a rematch?"

Ash, 9:05 PM

Anya: No, I want to teach you.

Ander: "........really?!? Oh man, that'd be so cool!"

Ash, 9:05 PM

Anya: …. I thought I was going to have to do more convincing.

Ander: "What?!? Hell yes I want in on this!  A dragon wants to teach me fighting!  Who would need to be convinced?"

Ash, 9:06 PM

Anya: You'd be surprised. Very well then, it's done. I'll see you in the morning at your bar.

Ander: "Ok...um...you don't happen to have any healing magic? If we're starting tomorrow, I may need some ribs put back in place."

Ash, 9:08 PM

anya: I do not. I would get some healing before then. I'll try not to go too hard on you, though.

Ander: "Thanks. ...see you tomorrow, then."