Skill: Warrior
Rolling 1d5: 4
Three very important ideas had been instilled within Aurelia from a young age:
1) Never tell a lie. It is a waste of time, and you're not very good at it (really, she wasn't).
2) If you are going to do a job, do it properly.
and
3) In all things, exude dignity and honor.
Shiloh was actively violating two of the three codes of conduct in which she had been raised, and right now, her perception of him was that of an avoidant coward. Surely he wasn't afraid of her - his lauded history as a fighter was no secret to the Shakti-Vaes women, so why, then, was he so determined to flee? Aurelia frowned.
Tiberii's dark shadow loomed in the distance as two golden eyes full of sharp intent pierced through the ring.
Aw, hells.
A sinking feeling churned in her gut as she made contact with Shiloh's hind limb, and he gave a halfhearted kick in an attempt to dislodge her grip. She remained firm in her task, glaring up at him with a baleful gaze as she jerked his leg back and shook it pointedly. He had to see this through - if he threw the match intentionally, she would never forgive him. Tiberii's wrath be damned; Aurelia could explain the necessity of their violence later if she even needed to at all, but this was important both for Northfall and for her.
This was a test of her skills; of all that she had learned from Genghis.
She spat out his leg in disgust.
Do not take this from me,she said frostily, sidestepping quickly,
And do not take this from my deceased mentor.
Aurelia squared her shoulders.
I demand you either fight, or walk away from me right now.
Something stung at the corners of her eyes.
I mean it. You dishonor me.
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