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17th Saun, Arc 716
So, there were these guards and they didn't speak. But she was going to train with them and, thankfully, Lord Venora's mentor Damien Noth was there too. He wasn't going to help her train, as such, but he was happy to help her in terms of tactics and so on. Some of that was able to be done whilst they were travelling on the horses, and so as they moved, he had explained to her a few things. He had a strange but funny way of explaining things and so, when he had spoken he asked Faith (and he was always very polite) to repeat what he had said back to him, in her own words.
In fact, he suggested, why didn't she tell the horses?
Faith looked at him and nodded. That made sense, she considered. So, very seriously, Faith spoke in the direction of the two horses that they rode, side by side. "The thing I have to remember" she said, most sincerely "Is that I am small and not strong. I have an advantage, in that I am stronger than I seem to be" which wouldn't be hard, as she still looked waif-like. "And whilst my status as a slave is an advantage in so much as nobles tend not to look my way, I am completely expendable. So if I am going to act, it must be swift and decisive" she considered that and it made sense. "It is best if I aim to either kill or do not act. Anything else has the potential for significant backlash and could put those around me and myself in danger" It made sense and she looked at Damien with a smile as the horse let out a whinny. "I think he understands and agrees. I am small, but I am swift. Use that. Strike decisively and do not hesitate."
Damien looked at her and smiled his agreement, unable to stop himself from smiling but keeping quiet in case he laughed at the earnest slave who was talking to her horse.
So, when they made camp and she had some time to do so, that night, Faith would start to practice that. She asked three of the guards, very politely (she didn't know who was who) if they would stand in a sort of half circle and be prepared to be attacked. Before she started, though, standing there ready to fight (she thought) Damien let out a small cough. Then he pointed to the way that the three guards were standing and then to Faith.
Faith had learnt the art of unarmed combat in the slave school of Athart - no one had ever taught her, she had learnt to fight when pitted against other slaves either as punishment or for the apparently random pleasure of the owners. Damien took the knife from her hand and suggested, kindly, that she should get the basics like stance right before she moved on to using the pointy things. She couldn't disagree with that as a suggestion, so she nodded her head and apologised to the guards, asking if just one of them would help her with that.
In fact, he suggested, why didn't she tell the horses?
Faith looked at him and nodded. That made sense, she considered. So, very seriously, Faith spoke in the direction of the two horses that they rode, side by side. "The thing I have to remember" she said, most sincerely "Is that I am small and not strong. I have an advantage, in that I am stronger than I seem to be" which wouldn't be hard, as she still looked waif-like. "And whilst my status as a slave is an advantage in so much as nobles tend not to look my way, I am completely expendable. So if I am going to act, it must be swift and decisive" she considered that and it made sense. "It is best if I aim to either kill or do not act. Anything else has the potential for significant backlash and could put those around me and myself in danger" It made sense and she looked at Damien with a smile as the horse let out a whinny. "I think he understands and agrees. I am small, but I am swift. Use that. Strike decisively and do not hesitate."
Damien looked at her and smiled his agreement, unable to stop himself from smiling but keeping quiet in case he laughed at the earnest slave who was talking to her horse.
So, when they made camp and she had some time to do so, that night, Faith would start to practice that. She asked three of the guards, very politely (she didn't know who was who) if they would stand in a sort of half circle and be prepared to be attacked. Before she started, though, standing there ready to fight (she thought) Damien let out a small cough. Then he pointed to the way that the three guards were standing and then to Faith.
Faith had learnt the art of unarmed combat in the slave school of Athart - no one had ever taught her, she had learnt to fight when pitted against other slaves either as punishment or for the apparently random pleasure of the owners. Damien took the knife from her hand and suggested, kindly, that she should get the basics like stance right before she moved on to using the pointy things. She couldn't disagree with that as a suggestion, so she nodded her head and apologised to the guards, asking if just one of them would help her with that.
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