Dianlinn was working hard, and as she did she could not help but marvel at the Gaidin's skill. She knew they were warriors of legend, and not even an Aielman would push have fought these men for no reason, and when they did after Lamen's Sin, they came back and spoke of their skill in combat. And she could see it now, as she worked, the sun hardly giving any heat as she pushed herself, trying to scare a hit on the older man before her.
She was only aware of the audience that they had, as in she knew they were being watched, but she did not let that affect her or the way she moved. She was not a Gleeman, here to amuse anyone, but a Drin of the Grey Tower, and she would do her duty. Her arms ached, her elbow throbbed as Beron had clipped it, and she gritted her teeth in almost a snarl as they came apart once again and faced one another.
Her eyes watched the throwing knife flash passed her head, and landed into the fence, the dummy behind her now, and Beron in front. She looked into his eyes, hers narrowing a little as he spoke of her protecting her Aes Sedai. So he had changed the rules, and she would now be defending her ward. She nodded once to him, letting him know that she understood what he wanted from her. She took up a high guard position and waited for him to come to her.
He came in hard, and fast, and she worked harder to try and keep up, working to not let his attacks sweep her to the side, giving him an opening to her 'Aes Sedai' behind her. She used the dagger in her hand and her other hand, wishing she had her buckler with her, as it would have been easier to use that to deflect his attacks. They moved together, him pushing her more and more, and with each bone jarring strike she missed, or bruise making blow she took, she continued to stay before him, between himself and her 'ward'.
She would do whatever it took, even if this was only practise.
She was only aware of the audience that they had, as in she knew they were being watched, but she did not let that affect her or the way she moved. She was not a Gleeman, here to amuse anyone, but a Drin of the Grey Tower, and she would do her duty. Her arms ached, her elbow throbbed as Beron had clipped it, and she gritted her teeth in almost a snarl as they came apart once again and faced one another.
Her eyes watched the throwing knife flash passed her head, and landed into the fence, the dummy behind her now, and Beron in front. She looked into his eyes, hers narrowing a little as he spoke of her protecting her Aes Sedai. So he had changed the rules, and she would now be defending her ward. She nodded once to him, letting him know that she understood what he wanted from her. She took up a high guard position and waited for him to come to her.
He came in hard, and fast, and she worked harder to try and keep up, working to not let his attacks sweep her to the side, giving him an opening to her 'Aes Sedai' behind her. She used the dagger in her hand and her other hand, wishing she had her buckler with her, as it would have been easier to use that to deflect his attacks. They moved together, him pushing her more and more, and with each bone jarring strike she missed, or bruise making blow she took, she continued to stay before him, between himself and her 'ward'.
She would do whatever it took, even if this was only practise.