[1v1] Toughen Up (Soren and Ying)

[ramenli]

When Ying approached him, wanting some more battle experience, he almost laughed at the idea that she would be like him. She was so tiny, the real risk was probably stepping on her.

On the other hand, tiny Conquest mares were a hazard, and he probably needed all the help he could get practicing fighting that type. The tiny, I am secretly deadlier than even a Death clansmen type. So he agreed, and now he was on the training field, half clothed, and stretching. Yeah, he was ready for this. If she was.

"You asked for it," he reminded her, giving her a cocky smirk.  

[chiickadee]

Ying never had a chance.

She just sort of stood there with an awkward smile on her face, sparkly eyed but also very scared because Soren was a big scary horseman and she was .... not.

In her nervousness, she even dropped her bow. "Oh um ... excuse me ... sorry um ..."  

[ramenli]

That was...that was just sad.

He walked over to her, picking up her bow to hand it back to her, and gave her a very hearty clap on the shoulder, enough that it might knock her forward a step or two. "Come on, you can do it."

It felt odd encouraging his opponent.

HP: 40
Damage: 2  

[chiickadee]

It knocked Ying so hard that she nearly fell over. But she maintained her balance and strung an arrow.

"Um ... you please go first. I would feel bad hitting you like this Mr. Soren," she said politely.

HP: 38/40
Damage: yeah  

[ramenli]

He scowled, shaking his head at her. "In battle you need to fight."

Wise words Soren. Uber wise words.

But his demonstration was a bit more serious, as he moved in close and punched her. Hard.

He winced a bit, it felt almost bad hitting such a tiny person that hard.

HP: 40
Damage: 7  

[chiickadee]

"Oh um! Yes Mr. Soren!" She put a single arrow onto her bow, but before she could even get a shot in, he punched her.

Ying went flying backwards, but she managed to release the arrow in the process. It probably wouldn't hurt much though.

HP: 31/40
DMG: 3  

[ramenli]

The fact that, while flying, Ying had managed to hit him, was impressive, and Soren owed her new respect. He nodded approvingly and moved toward her, hand held out in front of him as his khopesh materialized.

At least with it she would probably be able to stay on her feet, and as he rushed toward her, lunging to slash at her, he hoped that maybe she would be light enough on those tiny feet of hers to block the majority of the damage.

HP: 37
Damage: 6  

[chiickadee]

Ying tried to retaliate with her own arrows (she was the quicker, less accurate sibling), but they were all very, appropriate, weak shots. Many of them missed and it was very sad.

"Am I performing adequately Mr. Soren?"

HP: 25/40
DMG: 3  

[ramenli]

Was she performing adequately. How to say this nicely.

"Not much force," he admitted. "Aim for weaker areas with less protection. Neck, eyes, vulnerable areas. You'll do more damage even with a weak hit."

Wait, why was he telling her this mid battle? He flicked his khopesh again, aiming for her arm.

HP: 34
Damage: 3  

[chiickadee]

"Yes sir!!"

Ying hoisted her bow and aimed a shot directly at Soren's head.

But then she felt really, really bad when it hit. "Oh I am very sorry!!"

HP: 22/40
DMG: 8  

[ramenli]

s**t. s**t. s**t.

Bad advice. BAD advice.

The arrow was the luckiest bad luck arrow in the world, going into his eye socket but below the eye. SOMEHOW. He didn't even know how to pull it out, so he left the damn thing in, flailing slightly with his khopesh without doing anything.

"Man 'o War's manure!"

HP: 26
Damage: Blinded by the light  

[chiickadee]

"Oh my ... are you okay Mr. Soren? I really, really didn't mean to ... oh no ..."

The conquest pony lowered her bow in an act of kindness. She didn't want to put him in pain!  

[ramenli]

"I'll manage," he said, waving her off. "Keep going."

He was so not going to admit how bad it was. She was tiny. He could handle her.

Damn arrows.

HP: 26
Damage: 0  

[chiickadee]

Ying frowned the frowniest frown. Soren really didn't look like he was doing very well, but she also didn't want to disrespect his opinion.

"Are you really-" He cut her off with a command to keep going. She nodded in resolution. Yes sir!

HP: 22/40
DMG: 2  

[ramenli]

He was not crying, but his eye was watering profusely, mixing with blood, and trailing down his face in an absolute mess.

But what was more important was that she almost, just almost, seemed to be doubting him.

With renewed vigor he attacked, trying to show her not to underestimate a seemingly seriously injured opponent.

HP: 24
Damage: 7