Murphy, Faith had decided, was an optimist. A foolish, optimistic idiot who thought he was being all dark and cynical. He should come and live with them for a season and then he'd recognise his own foolishness.
Fundamentally, of course it didn't work. Why would it?
Anyhow, ludicrous notions aside, there was an issue and it was right there in front of them. Faith was, once again, thankful for the blessing of Qylios which glowed around Padraig's arm and which he had shared with her. They had always worked well together during combat, from the first shadow beast attack, but this gave them a real edge. She felt him, he felt her, they knew what the other was doing, thinking and feeling.
So, she knew that Padraig was dealing with Roberts and as she heard his movement she knew that he'd gone with the light-sword. Her sense of his feelings, her knowledge that he was alright allowed her to focus. Faith had many sterling qualities, there was no doubting it, but one thing which Padraig probably suspected before but knew for certain now was that in combat, she was in a state of panic. She didn't think logically, didn't react calmly. Faced with the same situation this trial, she'd be battering Theodore Venora over the head with a broom handle once again.
Combat scared her, there was no doubt, but when faced with fight or flight, she fought in defense of what needed defending. Of course, the difference these trials was that she included herself in that list; later on, she'd consider that these trials, she'd fold Sintih in on himself and tie him in a knot. Right now, though, she was doing what she always did in combat ~ she was reacting.
So, when Padraig turned back around it was to the sight of Burns, half buried under the table, winded and gasping for air as Faith hit him repeatedly with her chair. It didn't even occur to her that she had a sword, she was battering him with the chair. It was a large, heavy thing and it must really hurt but Faith didn't notice, or care. Burns, of course, did and he had one arm raised in an attempt to protect himself, but she was relentless and he was pinned and couldn't breathe.
Luckily enough, unless you were Burns, just as Padraig turned, Faith caught Burns on the side of his head with the edge of the chair and as the 'crack' sound indicated just how much it probably hurt, Burns' head dropped into the sand. Faith looked up at Padraig, still wielding a chair with a slightly wild look in her eyes. However, she grinned at him.
"Fast and loose. With a light sword. We should tie them up and take them back to the authorities?" Her breathing was returning to normal as she said, quite genuinely, "I have got to build up some muscle. I'm such a weakling. Are you alright?" Rummaging in her bag, she handed Padraig some rope and said, utterly seriously. "I'd like to get married somewhere dedicated to Vri, if we could." It had been what they'd been talking about after all, before the big and burly chaps turned up. "But I'm starting to think that we're not going to get to be alone until our first arc anniversary or something. So many opinions, all about what it is we should be doing." Kneeling and tying up Burns, Faith smiled slightly. "Do you think they'd notice if we arranged it all and then weren't there?" They, she explained, could run off and get married on their own.
"I am joking. But only mostly." Faith grinned at him. "Bobbie."
Fundamentally, of course it didn't work. Why would it?
Anyhow, ludicrous notions aside, there was an issue and it was right there in front of them. Faith was, once again, thankful for the blessing of Qylios which glowed around Padraig's arm and which he had shared with her. They had always worked well together during combat, from the first shadow beast attack, but this gave them a real edge. She felt him, he felt her, they knew what the other was doing, thinking and feeling.
So, she knew that Padraig was dealing with Roberts and as she heard his movement she knew that he'd gone with the light-sword. Her sense of his feelings, her knowledge that he was alright allowed her to focus. Faith had many sterling qualities, there was no doubting it, but one thing which Padraig probably suspected before but knew for certain now was that in combat, she was in a state of panic. She didn't think logically, didn't react calmly. Faced with the same situation this trial, she'd be battering Theodore Venora over the head with a broom handle once again.
Combat scared her, there was no doubt, but when faced with fight or flight, she fought in defense of what needed defending. Of course, the difference these trials was that she included herself in that list; later on, she'd consider that these trials, she'd fold Sintih in on himself and tie him in a knot. Right now, though, she was doing what she always did in combat ~ she was reacting.
So, when Padraig turned back around it was to the sight of Burns, half buried under the table, winded and gasping for air as Faith hit him repeatedly with her chair. It didn't even occur to her that she had a sword, she was battering him with the chair. It was a large, heavy thing and it must really hurt but Faith didn't notice, or care. Burns, of course, did and he had one arm raised in an attempt to protect himself, but she was relentless and he was pinned and couldn't breathe.
Luckily enough, unless you were Burns, just as Padraig turned, Faith caught Burns on the side of his head with the edge of the chair and as the 'crack' sound indicated just how much it probably hurt, Burns' head dropped into the sand. Faith looked up at Padraig, still wielding a chair with a slightly wild look in her eyes. However, she grinned at him.
"Fast and loose. With a light sword. We should tie them up and take them back to the authorities?" Her breathing was returning to normal as she said, quite genuinely, "I have got to build up some muscle. I'm such a weakling. Are you alright?" Rummaging in her bag, she handed Padraig some rope and said, utterly seriously. "I'd like to get married somewhere dedicated to Vri, if we could." It had been what they'd been talking about after all, before the big and burly chaps turned up. "But I'm starting to think that we're not going to get to be alone until our first arc anniversary or something. So many opinions, all about what it is we should be doing." Kneeling and tying up Burns, Faith smiled slightly. "Do you think they'd notice if we arranged it all and then weren't there?" They, she explained, could run off and get married on their own.
"I am joking. But only mostly." Faith grinned at him. "Bobbie."
