23rd of Ashan 661
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Alora layed sprawled out against the pebble laden floor, hand instinctively covering her nose where the Titiri had punched her. ”Fucking bitch.” the Naer girl complained, only to get a kick in the ribs as a reward.
”Lesson one, be ready to fight at any time.” The Titiri clucked her tongue. ”Mercy isn’t in our vocabulary. Mercy means death, for ourselves or our enemies.”
Alora snarled through her bloodied nose, seeing red and black as she watched the Titiri. Slowly, she got to her feet, cautious of any further attack.
The instructor nodded, as the rest of the fighters exited the arena. ”That’s good. Always expect attack, yet don’t let…”
She sprung forward, sweeping Alora’s legs out from under her once more. The young naer hit the ground, again.
”Don’t let that slow your feet.” Titiri muttered, shaking her head. ”Danger means hurry. You have to flee as swiftly as the shadow from a lick of flame…”
Alora growled, raising up from the ground with a heaving effort. To counter her instructor’s leg sweep, this time she thought ahead, placing her arms in such a way that she would have four points of balance.
When the sweep of her legs did come, she didn’t fall flat, at least.
”That’s better. But there is more to the fight than just striking. In cases where your opponent has four or more points of balance on the ground, you need to crawl onto them, and begin submission.”
So saying, she used the contact of her leg to perform a lock on the lower body of Alora, and then used fell with her weight on Alora’s upper body, which necessitated Alora’s strength go toward keeping her face from contact with the ground.
The instructor used this as an opportunity to wrap her arms around Alora’s neck, and put her in a sleeper hold.
”Your instincts aren’t misplaced. It’s important to control your own space and keep yourself from grinding against the ground. But it’s a moot point if you can’t defend your head. One twist, and I could kill you now.
As it is, I’ll just put you to sleep for now, little merchant princess. Send your mother and sisters my regards. You aren’t worthy of study.”
So saying, Alora’s consciousness began to fade, her vision growing black from the sleeper hold. In little time at all, her arms began to grow weak, until they began shaking, and finally gave way beneath her. The last thing she saw before waking, was the pebbles of the ground coming up quickly to hit her once more in the face.
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