Brenna considered the axe heading straight for her face with almost a detached curiosity. Her uncle would have berated her for letting her guard fall the way she had, and it had been a stupid mistake. A text book number one mistake: she had taken her eyes off her opponent. For someone who had no hearing removing one of the few remaining useful senses in a fight was a critical error. The man she was fighting had used the split second her attention was divided to move with a speed she hadn't expected of him. Text book error number two: underestimated opponent. First he had hooked her shield with his axe and pulled forward, then he had used the momentum his yank had caused to sweep her legs out from under her as she stumbled. Stupid. Weak. She was furious that despite the intense training she had been going through for the past two years she was still miles behind the people who should be her peers in terms of strength. But if brute force wasn't her friend she would use what was.
As the axe sailed towards her she rolled to her left, snatching up her sword in the same movement and landing on the balls of her feet. Absentmindedly she berated herself for dropping the weapon: sloppy. She felt the axe thud into the ground a split second later, could see the way his mouth moved - some kind of curse perhaps - she did not know for she didn't have a full view of his lips. Brenna could see the shield to her right but she waited. Her opponent was mad, he would swing at her with slightly red visors next. He had thought he had won and he didn't want to lose against a girl, let alone a deaf chick. Almost on cue he lunged at her, bringing the axe up in a huge curve and left his shield slightly down. Her uncle would berate his sloppiness too. When he stepped within her guard, with all her strength, she stomped the rim of her shield sending it spinning upwards. It hit the man square in the nose. She could imagine the nasty sound it would have made. Before the shield could sail back down again she plucked it from the air and righted the wrong she had committed in the first place of dropping both shield and weapon.
The man stumbled back and dropped both shield and axe as all attention was diverted now to his nose. Blood poured down his mouth and chin and Brenna couldn't help the slight grimace - she hadn't meant to cause that much pain.
Sorry. She signed, but he didn't speak her language, nor did he particularly care. She caught one word as he spoke to a friend who ran over - broken. Brenna grimaced. His friend shot her a look and said something el-- yes she knew exactly what that meant. She quietly accepted the overly aggressive bash to her shoulder as he pushed past her to exit the arena behind her. She didn't bother to turn and watch them go, instead heading to where her warmer clothes were piled along with her waterskin.
She had come here to train on her own in the early hours: even if she was away from home her uncle wouldn't tolerate her not going through the manoeuvres he was teaching her. So she had found this small arena in the days she had been waiting to hear about her brother and, in her previous times visiting, nobody else had shown up to use it. The boys had simply been passing when they had noticed her training and had decided to ask for a fight. It was always the same. She was small, she wasn't overly muscular though she was well toned. She looked like an easy meal ticket at the offset but then someone would discover she was deaf, an extra layer of arrogance would set in hard. Brenna wasn't an easy meal ticket. She wasn't the best, she was catching up on years of training her mother hadn't allowed her to do, but she wasn't easy. She wouldn't be her fathers daughter if she was.
Picking up her water skin she took a long drink.
As the axe sailed towards her she rolled to her left, snatching up her sword in the same movement and landing on the balls of her feet. Absentmindedly she berated herself for dropping the weapon: sloppy. She felt the axe thud into the ground a split second later, could see the way his mouth moved - some kind of curse perhaps - she did not know for she didn't have a full view of his lips. Brenna could see the shield to her right but she waited. Her opponent was mad, he would swing at her with slightly red visors next. He had thought he had won and he didn't want to lose against a girl, let alone a deaf chick. Almost on cue he lunged at her, bringing the axe up in a huge curve and left his shield slightly down. Her uncle would berate his sloppiness too. When he stepped within her guard, with all her strength, she stomped the rim of her shield sending it spinning upwards. It hit the man square in the nose. She could imagine the nasty sound it would have made. Before the shield could sail back down again she plucked it from the air and righted the wrong she had committed in the first place of dropping both shield and weapon.
The man stumbled back and dropped both shield and axe as all attention was diverted now to his nose. Blood poured down his mouth and chin and Brenna couldn't help the slight grimace - she hadn't meant to cause that much pain.
Sorry. She signed, but he didn't speak her language, nor did he particularly care. She caught one word as he spoke to a friend who ran over - broken. Brenna grimaced. His friend shot her a look and said something el-- yes she knew exactly what that meant. She quietly accepted the overly aggressive bash to her shoulder as he pushed past her to exit the arena behind her. She didn't bother to turn and watch them go, instead heading to where her warmer clothes were piled along with her waterskin.
She had come here to train on her own in the early hours: even if she was away from home her uncle wouldn't tolerate her not going through the manoeuvres he was teaching her. So she had found this small arena in the days she had been waiting to hear about her brother and, in her previous times visiting, nobody else had shown up to use it. The boys had simply been passing when they had noticed her training and had decided to ask for a fight. It was always the same. She was small, she wasn't overly muscular though she was well toned. She looked like an easy meal ticket at the offset but then someone would discover she was deaf, an extra layer of arrogance would set in hard. Brenna wasn't an easy meal ticket. She wasn't the best, she was catching up on years of training her mother hadn't allowed her to do, but she wasn't easy. She wouldn't be her fathers daughter if she was.
Picking up her water skin she took a long drink.