Boundless Limits {B.Durran}

07

Tierney stands at the edge of the mat, watching as Rhiannon beats the ever-loving shit out of her opponent, a guy from the second wing.

It takes almost no time for her to get him into a headlock, cutting off his air supply. It's a move that she tried her best to drill into Violet despite Tierney's protests.

Violet's too short to try putting an opponent into a headlock, against someone as tall as Ciaran, Sawyer, Ridoc, and even Xaden, it'll put too much strain on her body, even more compared to others because of her condition.

"She makes it look so easy," Violet says to Dain who stands on Violet's side, close enough that their elbows brush. Close enough to gain suspicion and start rumours.

"He's going to try to kill you." Dain's words are a shock to both first-years close enough to hear him, and completely off-topic. He sounds distracted and Tierney knits her brows.

"What?" Violet says, her voice increasing in pitch as she draws her gaze away from the mat and to where Dain is glaring daggers at Xaden, two mats over.

"Your opponent." Dain clarifies, his voice soft. "I overheard him and a few of his friends. They think you're a liability to the wing thanks to that Barlowe kid."

His gaze shifts to where Oren stands, sizing Violet up like she's a plaything that he's planning on breaking. Tierney takes notice of a green twinge to his complexion that Violet no doubt notices and grins, Tierney shakes her head at the girl, wondering what she's planning before looking back at the mat.

Rhiannon still has the guy in a chokehold and by the way it's going, it looks like he'll pass out before admitting defeat.

"I'm going to be fine," Violet recites. Tierney glances at the girl who is stripped down to the vest of armour that saved her life more than a few times. All four of the daggers she owns are sheathed, and the brunette wonders how she survived with that many. Tierney has double that on her person at all times since arriving at the quadrant.

Rhiannon's opponent passes out and she rises victorious and those watching claps. She then leans over her opponent and removes the dagger at his side. "Looks like this is mine now. Enjoy your nap." Rhiannon pats him on the head, making Violet laugh and causing Tierney to shake her head with a smile.

"Not sure why you're laughing Sorrengail." A voice sneers from behind her. Those near her turn to face Jack, wearing a devilish grin standing near the wall.

"Fuck off, Barlowe." Violet hisses, gifting him the middle finger.

"I honestly hope you win today's challenge." His eyes dance with a sadistic glee that makes Tierney want to punch him. "It would be a shame for someone else to kill you before I get the chance. But I wouldn't be surprised. Violets are such delicate... fragile things, you know."

Tierney watches as Violet glares at Jack, anger pulsing under her skin as she unsheathes both daggers from her ribs and flicks them in his direction in one smooth movement. One nearly nicks his ear and the other an inch beneath his balls.

Fear widens his eyes as Violet shamelessly grins and wiggles her fingers in a wave. A casually surprised smile decorates Tierney's lips, the woman knows Violet is smart, that she's not just skin, bones, fragility and intelligence. The girl did mention she's best with daggers, though, Tierney never expected her to be able to throw them with such precision. 

"Violet." Dain hisses as Jack manoeuvres around her blades, stepping from the wall.

"You'll pay for that." Jack points at her and stalks off, but the rise and fall of his shoulders look a little choppy.

"Good job, Sorrengail." Tierney compliments, high-fiving the girl as she gets back from retrieving her daggers. "Maybe you could just throw a dagger into their throat, or stomach, something not as vital." She says as Violet pales, "You wouldn't need to get close to your opponent."