Her mind was already leaving the sullen Rakeeb in the dust as she strode away, turning ahead to the task in mind: the sword. She would have to find a relevant book, or two, and maybe do some tests attaching smaller blades… she was determined to maintain her pride and succeed in this, she would first - but her train of thought was cut savagely short as her motion was arrested by a strong grasp, her entire body flying backwards at the pull so hard she would have come off her feet if she hadn't landed against something soft. Her landing then began to growl at her, thus revealing its identity. Alaki was as stubborn as herself, not wanting her to get away without convincing her of his point of view. What did he think he knew about crafting? Caprica thought bitterly. Okay, she knew nothing about swords, but this was her job, for goodness' sake. She dug her elbows him as she tried to push herself upright, unable to use her legs as she was off balance, held only by his remarkably strong arms - making her a captive audience. She wasn't going to listen though, whether deep down she knew she should, or not. Finally he began to sound as if he was giving up. She waited impatiently as he promised to speak just one more time, going slowly limp to put him off guard and then gave one final emphatic shove to break loose. "That's what you think. And less of the little girl. I can take you any day, honey," she threatened with very little basis to her words, other than she'd felt his arms and tested their strength and she'd found reason to think her own muscled limbs could match them, despite her lack of training. But Caprica could never resist any excuse to sound tough. "But we can settle this like grown-ups, right?" she continued, keeping her weight squarely on her feet so he would not be able to catch her off-guard again and topple her once more. "Actions speak louder than words… So if you've quite finished, I'll go get started on the repair job. You don't believe its possible, but I… I believe anything's possible," she finished with a decisive note in her tone.
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