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Post by Allison Kazim on Jul 22, 2018 21:54:52 GMT -8
"Thank you." By the time he squatted before her, she was half laying down, half up, and still pushing herself upright. Laying before a king and opponent was bad form, let alone both, but he had thoroughly won and, mercifully, didn't seem the type to gloat about it.
"I would like to amend the favor, if I may." She focused on the blake on the right side of her vision, since teh one on her left was half an after-image that kept merging with him as the world spun.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jul 22, 2018 21:55:28 GMT -8
He grunted. But didn't say anything else.
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Post by Allison Kazim on Jul 22, 2018 21:57:32 GMT -8
"I would like to train under you for a time." A long term trade agreement for a length of training.
The world started to fade in and out of existence as she forced herself upright, finally sitting up with her legs tucked under her. Trying to push herself up further turned her arm to jelly, so she used it to prop herself up for a moment to breathe instead.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jul 22, 2018 21:58:34 GMT -8
"If you can keep up you can join in my training."
He straightened up and offered her a hand to help her up.
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Post by Allison Kazim on Jul 22, 2018 22:05:05 GMT -8
"You have my thanks." She nodded and took the offered hand, fully intending to keep up. She had to, either way.
The world spun and tilted violently on its side as she reached her footing, so she remained where she was for a moment as her gaze focused. She tried to turn to the weapons display and reutrn thepractice weapon to its original position, but the moment she shifted her weight and took a step was one too many. Constant sparring, three days of nearly non-stop travel on foot, and now her spar had all occurred without Allison giving herself a chance to rest and heal.
Her body was done. she collapsed in an unconscious heap with the first step.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jul 22, 2018 22:06:17 GMT -8
And Blake would be there to catch her easily enough. Lifting the small woman up in his arms he would carry her inside. She might need to go to the hospital.
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Post by Allison Kazim on Jul 22, 2018 22:07:07 GMT -8
The hospital was probably a good idea!
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