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ooc-er well, ok [img]tongue.gif[/img]
Verloren coked her head curiously at Calaethis and shrugged,
"Very well," she handed Isak to Captian Elon and switched Isan to her left hand, "As you can see, I am merely dressed in a robe, and you in padded clothing. I suppose I could de-robe if you think that would make it fair," she frowned at him, "And this is not a duel, this is an instruction. I will not touch you with the edge of my blade unless you force me to," she blinked as Zachana suddenly broke between them clad in only a gray silk shift, dashing towards Calaethis's rooms,
"My lady has returned," she called behind her shoulder at the curious looks people shot at her(ooc-Shadow, assume she left you in your room).
Verloren cursed but took the one armed stance Elon had taught her(she is natuarlly a dual weild, as you know, but Elon taught her single), Isan at a slight angle in her bent back arm, her right arm in front of her, fingers curled slightly. Her eyes widened slightly as Avalon appeared, arms crossed under his bare chest, looking grim. The servants edged away from him warily.
Verloren's eyes were bright embers as she slid her right foot forward slowly with her hand. One handed wielding was a delicate dance, and she had learned it well. With a deft move, she brought her body forward to stand straight over her extended right leg, Isan swinging towards Calaethis's neck as she brought her right hand back to her body.
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