Rolled 8, 47, 70 + 68 = 193 (3d100 + 68)
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“Hm?” She blinks, her crimson eyes losing focus for a moment.
“Something the matter, love?” Helias wraps a black arm around her shoulders, comforting her. “I saw you getting lost in thought for a moment.”
“Nay,” the Stilladìa replies, closing her book and putting a quick kiss on her beloved’s liquid fingers. “I just got that feeling again, like a hiss in my ear.” She chuckles. “Someone’s thinking about me.”
“Are you going to reply?”
“Oh dear me, no!” She stretches on the sand, leaning forward to slip her naked feet into the fresh seawater, crossing her arms behind her mane of white hair. “Nothing is interrupting this vacation, not even the Angel of Ansàrra.”
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But if she did, why join the Order?Also, while Salicera was not great at picking up Sanctions, she would certainly get exorcised by them.
It must be your paranoia speaking for you. Or maybe you are just trying to justify why you keep losing with her.
Was your latest sparring just a fluke?
“Another,” you call, taking a starting stance once more. Salicera humours you, standing with her legs wide and her torso turned, her right arm raised in a fencing position.
It’s your turn to attack. You aim for her right arm. A quick hit on her wrist would make her lose her grip on the blade and—
Just as you reach out with your sword, she ducks out of the way, pirouettes and as she lowers kicks you in the shin again. You stumble forward and she pounces, pinning you on the grass.
“Ha,” her brown eyes glisten just as grey as the planetary ring behind her as her breath tickles your hair. “Three out of three, Argia.”
“Starless Night, these two,” Rubida comments behind you.
“Get off me, p-please,” you cough, the sunlight so warm on your ears and cheeks. Salicera got so close. She’s about as tall as you, but you are not used to being… pinned like that.
It takes a lot of strength.
And it—
It is distracting.
She lets go and holds out a hand, which you reluctantly take.
“Another one,” you nod, standing up tall. This time you have no intention to lose.
Or at least not lose that badly.
Also, you have a feeling that… even being crushed like that, or maybe because of it — last time it happened it was because you sparred with Master — you may just learn a thing or two.
Now what matters is showing her you are still worthy of the title of Knight-in-training… and not Wet Mop.
>Bo3, combat roll like before (1d100+19), beat at least one of my rolls.