[ open ] fall / winter catch-all

[karaksys]

Who: daemon targaryen + you!
When: throughout october - december
Where: various places! mostly the free cities + nocwich
What: a catch-all for anything that doesn't have a home elsewhere
Warnings: general warnings for a game of thrones/house of the dragon character, otherwise noted in tags!

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[earthborn]

[Shepard's swordplay is neither delicate nor skilled. But what she lacks in finesse, she makes up for in speed. Real fights, fights for your life, the kind of fights that Shepard trains for and expects to engage in, are extremely rapid, brutal, and confusing to watch— there's nothing of fairness or showmanship in her. Doing it with three feet of steel in one hand is the only new part about this, and that part is eighteen months old, by now.

This is not a tourney-ground.

Shepard bulls in with main force, batting his blade aside as if it were something more annoying than threatening, and with her own offhand she breaks every rule of chivalry and good swordsmanship: she punches him directly in the face, rabbit-quick and dazzling. It isn't much of a punch, with her a step too distant to really get her back into it, but Shepard's killed people that way before, and this isn't meant to be deadly.

She steps back a bit to give him room to pick himself up. She may not have the experience, but Shepard is no fool; he'd been testing her, and she didn't appreciate it.]

Come on, this isn't a show. [This is a blatant lie; plenty of soldiers are watching, openly or by lingering at suspicious distance and dubious duties. Anything Shepard does, quickly becomes a circus.] I'm not doing this for my reputation: we're training for war, here. Come at me like you mean it or don't waste my time.

sorry this took so long omg

[karaksys]

[ Daemon knows as well as she does that this is a spectacle. If they're anything like the men he trained back home, the smart ones will be placing bets when the challengers look interesting. He never cared before because he had plenty of wealth at his disposal at the time, but in this world, he wouldn't mind getting in on something like that.

In any case, the punch stings that much worse knowing so many are present to see it, and it really didn't need the help. It staggers him to a surprising degree for the size of her, so Daemon supposes she must've gotten lucky. Yeah, that's it. Dumb luck. He tastes blood and spits a glob in the sand as he straightens up again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. ]

Since you asked so nicely.

[ Daemon's teeth are bloody when he grins at her before rushing in, taking a different approach this time. He has no room for chivalry either; what matters is who is left standing at the end, and he doesn't really care how he gets there. If she wants to brawl, he'll meet her halfway. For now, he tries to take advantage of the fact that he's taller and his reach is longer, but the ache in his face reminds him not to get so careless again. ]