09-21-2011, 02:00 PM
She frowned as he dived down beside her, her attack missing him. She was about to rise when he pinned her down and placed his sticks across her chest. Her arms were fairly free and she smirked, holding them so they stuck up and stabbed at him, hoping to get him in the stomach. She then lifted her head sharply, hard enough to knock his head back but enough to cause him to be all that hurt.
So she fought dirty. It seemed to work and as hopefully J’adore wouldn’t reprimand her for fighting that way. It was his fault for telling her to use her body to attack. So if he let himself get hit by her head, it was his own fault. She knew that he needed this for ranks and that she needed to learn to fight with everything that was going on. So it worked for both of them.
Her patrols were much less scheduled. She went when she felt like it and liked people not knowing where she was. It made her trying to rebel easier. And the Guardians rarely left the village or the stables so she could go clandestine things without them noticing. Ah, the life of a rebellious scout.
So she fought dirty. It seemed to work and as hopefully J’adore wouldn’t reprimand her for fighting that way. It was his fault for telling her to use her body to attack. So if he let himself get hit by her head, it was his own fault. She knew that he needed this for ranks and that she needed to learn to fight with everything that was going on. So it worked for both of them.
Her patrols were much less scheduled. She went when she felt like it and liked people not knowing where she was. It made her trying to rebel easier. And the Guardians rarely left the village or the stables so she could go clandestine things without them noticing. Ah, the life of a rebellious scout.