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Amethyst	In the sparring chamber beneath Silk's mansion, lies a sizable room with icons of the various castes and exalted engraved into the sides. This is where Amethyst has invited Raullaur as a test of both her own skills, and his. She grins towards him, "And this is the place. It's been quite a while since I've been in a duel." She glances upwards, "Probably not since I last saw my father, come to think of it. He taught me everything I know about combat." "In any case, so long as we don't go too crazy we shouldn't be able to seriously hurt each other here. Now then, uh, do you want to put forth any particular rules for this?"
Raullaur	"Been here before," he says with a nod. "Now as for rules? At the moment, go get a training blade." He points to some of the wooden or rattan 'swords'. "Something you want to try to work with. And then...do anything you can to me. If you can get through my guard, I'll deserve it. And if you can hurt me, I'll be impressed." He smiles and goes over to pick up a medium-sized wooden sword as well before coming out to the center."
Amethyst	Amethyst looks quite surprised at the mention of grabbing a training blade. She had even had her left hand near the sheath of the athame she uses to cast her more typical weapon. But, she does say anything aloud, instead just aggressively grabbing a spear and also heading to the center. "Don't be too surprised if I end up setting both of our weapons ablaze." She grins in her lightly armored gear. The Dragon takes her stance, "Ready?"
Raullaur	"Ready." The lionman is not in armor at all, just light silks and cream-colored linen that gives him freedom of movement. "Go ahead and attack. I'll defend, and then...we'll see after that." His blade is, surprisingly in his left hand, and his left foot is forward, shoulder first so he has a narrower target.
Amethyst	The Young Dragon grins. "Alright, you asked for it." A wave of essence pours from her as her anima ignites, a subtle blue-green with a little tint of rainbow at the edge. She moves with in carefully refined manner, one that shows her many, many hours of training in her youth. There's no fancy tricks at play, just the pinnacle of her raw skill, a demonstration to the lion man.
Raullaur	It's a lot better than he expected, and the essence use comes as a surprise as well. He's forced to take a step back and to the side, tail lashing to keep his balance, and avoid being hit by the weapon. He does regain his step, though, and then launches his own attack, to test how she is at defending. Nothing flashy, just his own skill and natural talent, honed by practice.
Amethyst	The Dragon's reflexes are put to their test, but fueled with her essence, she intercepts his attack with ease, and then she lowers her weapon for a moment. "Come'on, I know I'm only a Dragon-Blooded but I still have plenty of fight in me. You're gonna need to put your essence into it." She sounds frustrated as she taunts him, gesturing her wooden spear at him as she speaks.
Raullaur	Raullaur's nostrils flare, and the lion-man's eyes glitter and narrow. "Ok. I was holding back, but I guess you don't want to play nice. Want to settle this with real weapons and armor as well?" His tail lashes, and fangs are bared, claws gripping into the wooden weapon.
Amethyst	A faint steam cloud surrounds the Dragon as she grins, "Gladly." She tosses the spear off to the side, and pulls out a small blade, her athame, this time much slower than before, as though to show off her whole sorcerous process. Stylized with the image of a dragon on the hilt, one side shining silver and the other made from iron. And she uses the blade to leave a cut along her palm, blood oozing as she puts her blade away and pulls a little silver cylinder, cracking it open. The essence around her darkens as her tattoos shimmer and shift, her hand holding a mass of gathering essence that soon forms into a stream of blood and water, wrapping itself around her arm and forming out into a whip. "Now I'm ready."
Raullaur	Raul grins and his forehead starts to blaze with golden light, showing the circle of the sun with eight rays streaming from it. There is a blinding flash of gold that fills the room with the Sun's warmth and brightness, and when it fades, a seeming statue of gold is ints place, heavy aromr but clud movement, and a giant orichalcum daiklaive in his left hand. The armor is inlaide with pathers of the sun, of the savannahs, and the golden faces of lions. "Now then..." His voice echoes, "We wait for refreshment, to meet each other at the top of our skill."
Amethyst	After some time and relaxing, Amethyst's anima dies back down, though her whip stays with her, neatly coiled up along her arm. Her tattoos slow in their shifting patterns. But eventually, she gets back up and looks over towards Raullaur, "Hey, you ready now?"
Raullaur	"Let's get on with it..." There's only a dim flicker of power around the armor, but within armor he's inscrutable. And at a nod, the both drop in to stances, but she still has the drop on him.
Amethyst	Amethyst does something surprising, she waits, and readies herself. Like a coiling dragon waiting to pounce, she waits until he makes his move. And then at that exact moment, she leaps into action with surprising force and speed. Her anima roars to life as crashing waves of blue-green energy surrounds her, tinged at the very edge with the same rainbow color as her tattoos. Her whip glows as well with the same colors.
Raullaur	Raul doesn't explode with as much light, but he moves faster than he should, more precise, heading directly towards her, attacking fully, trusting in his Excellent Defenses to keep him safe. Everything is in rich golds, almost white.
Amethyst	The nimble dragon knocks his giant diaklave just around her, leaving the mighty lion off balance, her anima boiling and steaming like rapids. Wasting no time, she prepares for a direct attack against him, her glowing blood whip razor sharp. Yet her anima doesn't spike, remaining just as it was before.
Raullaur	Raullaur is driven back and staggared. And then he roars, and Essence floods the room, teh caste mark shining brightly on the armor and golden light pouring off of him as an aura as he first slashes his daiklaive quickly enough to parry the thrust, and then ripost along the length of the spear to thrust at the Dragonborn, to drive her back. "You'll pay!"
Amethyst	The sorceress goes sliding back as the diaklave just barely grazes her skin. "That's more like it." She says with her ears pulled back. But maybe now she's thinking she's underestimated her foe. She takes a moment to consider her strategy, and gets back into her stance. Her whip is set ablaze with essence, drawing a portion of her boiling anima to fuel it. "I won't make the same mistake twice." She launches herself at the Lawgiver at full force, hopefully faster than he can counter this time.
Amethyst	Upon her strike doing almost nothing to the lion, her eyes grow very wide. "Oh no." She whispers in high realm. And her blistering speed helps her as her anima flares to totemic, a giant sea lion showing itself in its imagery, and her anima goes from boiling to rushing, crashing waves of a deep, stormy green. Her whip expands in width a thousand full as a massive wave of water surges from her at Raullaur. She's throwing everything she has into this one last attack.
Raullaur	The rush of water knocks Raullaur's blade aside and he roars mightily as she then attacks...and the attack simply resounds against his aromor with a clang and does nothing, not even staggering him. He looks to his blade and starts to move, trying to get to it. "That all you have? Is it? IS IT?" The voice raors loudly, then sun's brillaince pouring off of him as he attempts to move to retrieve his klaive
Amethyst	That comment finds the Dragon dumfounded and speechless. But she's still quite agile, and moreso than him, as she poses herself between him and his weapon. "Ugh." She murmurs to herself as her anima dims back down to its previous level and seems much calmer than before. One must imagine she's given quite a bit of her energy. None the less, the sorceress is going to demonstrate her namesake as she focuses, her anima forming little misty crystals as she does so. The essence around her feels heavier as she begins her sorcery, with a flash of silver as she opens another canister of... something. Gods only know what.
Amethyst	And with that flashes of silver, she rises slightly off the ground as a venerable whirlwind carries her aloft, increasing her speed and agility, and leveraging her sorcerous power to try to keep the sole advantage she has: Raullaur is without his weapon.
Amethyst	"We seem to be at a stalemate." Amethyst says, "You without your weapon and me without a way to hurt you." The Dragon sighs, "You are definitely made of something else, probably the toughest opponent I've ever crossed swords with." She gives a little, but defeated smile. She's clearly exhausted and she might just be biding her time to think of something that can help her here.
Raullaur	"I had to endure...more than this before, and it was in enduring that I was Chosen by the Sun," Raul says, growling a bit. "So I need to learn more offense...and prevent from being disarmed...good to know." Anger still thick in his voice, tail--armored tail--lashing behind him almost like a scorpion
Amethyst	Amethyst chuckles just a little. "And I need some way of breaking that armor of yours." She smiles and sighs, lowering herself to the ground as the winds vanish in a dramatic florish. She extends a hand, notably the hand that doesn't have the blood whip coiled around it, "To training to overcome our weaknesses?"
Raullaur	Raullaur still growls, leonine faces swirling all ove rhis arms, claws, and paws and fangs as they try to break free of the armor, but they are just images, attacking, or trying to. Still, he finally extends his right hand. "Indeed." And with the forms of honor and peace met, he starts to force the anger back.
Amethyst	The sorceress grins and coils her whip back up along her arm and steps aside so that Raul can finally go grab his weapon. "We'll have to face off again sometime once we're both stronger." She looks at nothing in particular, "Though maybe I should be focusing on my social skills rather than trying to become even better at fighting. Unless I'd be facing down an earth aspect or, say, uh, not forsaken, I forget the name of your caste." She rubs her face.
Raullaur	The armor suddenly vanishes, leaving Raullaur still there, and the new sun still glows fiercely on his forehead, while the anima slowly dims. "I am of the Dawn. There are Zenith, Twilight, Midnight, and Eclipse as well, called to other things." He grumbles. "As for me, fighting is...supposed to be what I do, so I need to focus on that."
Amethyst	Amethyst nods, "Meanwhile I'm a Water Aspect, also often called the Children of Danaa'd, after the elemental dragon of water." She glances upwards again, "Come to think of it, I'm not particularly good at anything a typical water aspect does, like sailing or hand-to-hand combat or managing organizations, though even before I exalted I was way into using various... well, let's just say the Realm probably wouldn't approve of my use of the wyld as a source of power, to say nothing of allying myself with Solars and Lunars." She looks back towards Raullaur, and shrugs.
Raullaur	Raullaur nods. "THey'll kill you. Us. Better off rending them and destroying them. Taking over..." He still looks angry, fur bristled out and muzzle snarling.