people watching

II

The girl draged herself to the training rink the next morning.

She ate her brealfast twice as slow as she ever had and got dressed even slower she did everything to be late so she she would be leaving sooner.

The stone column and wooden stands came into the view as torches lighted out the rink in the dim morning light.

Ao'nung was there, seemed as if he was prepering the spears for them.

She took notice of the scar that went over his back across the shoulderblades.

"You are half an hour late" he said turning to her and leaning on the stone table where both the spears layed.

"Shoot, i was aiming for 45 minutes" she said as she took a small ribbon made from vines and placed her hair into one big braid.

Ao'nung looked at her some stray hair falling at the sides of her face before her eyes pierced his.

"Today we will just spear, so i know where to work on" he said handing her one of the spears.

He analized her grip on things yesterday so he chose a spear that would suit her the best.

Ouch was all she could think.

It had been few hours of fighting she lost most times sometimes she almost won but she marked that she should never asume that sand is soft, cause its not.

"One last time for today" he said.

Attack. Duck. Spin. Ouch.

She felt his spear hit her back before she attacked again.

They came close together during the fight and she gasped when he cut her vine ribbon in her hair, her free hand flying to her hair.

She attacked him once more and-

Ouch.

Her back hit the floor but this time she was surprised when her hand didnt hurt.

Ao'nung had placed his handunder her head, his spear layed next to her as one hand held his knife to her neck.

"Yield" he said.

"Get the fuck off" the girl said trying to push him off but to no avail he did not move.

"Yeald, then" he said again.

She now took notice that she never yielded before.

"Can you drop the fucking knife?"

"Drop the adittued first, sweetheart" he ordered.

She looked at her before turninh away and whispering under her breath that she gives up.

A smirked played on his lips before he asked her to repeat.

"I yield" said a bit more loudly.

"Again please"

"I yield for fucks sake"

"Was it that hard, sweetheart" he cood a bit before getting up pulling her with him as she rolled her eyes.

Her black hair fell before her from the quick tug upwards and Ao'nung chuckled a bit as he brushed some hair off her face only to get his hands swatted away from her face.

To be continued....