Today’s offering is going to be a bit action oriented. I’m not very good at writing action scenes I don’t think – I’m amazing at dialogue, or so I think! But my action scenes leave something to be desired. I think I might dedicate this week to action. With the plot bunny in my head, we will be meeting Lia Moonflower and Calenia Meriane, two of my RP characters from when I played Monarchy/Evernight. (Thanks to my husband for letting me mention his character Yoshimutsu Watanabe, his guild Ronin, and his city of Imhabia!)
The dark haired woman continued to twirl her blades about her, practicing her swordplay. Twin katanas were her companions, and she moved with the grace and cunning of a panther, twisting her swords in ways that very few had ever had the priviledge to see.
In her mind’s eye, she focused her blades upon the man who had brought her so much pain over the past few years, the Jo-nin Yoshimutsu Watanabe.
“Calenia Meriane!” The high pitched and very angry voice of one Lia Moonflower echoed throughout the dojo where Calenia practiced, her swords flashing in the light.
“Yes, Lia-san?” She turned around to eye her former lover contemptuously. Instead of the kimono the elfwoman had been favouring since they had moved here, she wore her own set of soft black leathers, a short sword hanging by her hip and a dagger protruding from the top of each boot. The elfwoman looked angry and like she meant business.
“You have no right to tell Yoshimutsu-sama those things!” Calenia smiled slightly. Her unkind words earlier to the Jo-nin had hit the spot, clearly. She had more than implied that Yoshimutsu was nothing more than a passing fancy for the lithe rogue. Of course, it was all false. Lia had remained by Yoshimutsu’s side through thick and thin, and the two of them were due to be married in a fortnight by the traditions of the Ronin in the main square of Imhabia.
“I had every right… Lia-chan.” Calenia’s amber eyes flashed with anger. She loved, and hated the red haired woman before her. “No man should touch you.”
Lia sighed. “Just because you have been sorely used by men does not mean that everyone should follow you on your “I hate men” jag.”
“NO LIA!” Calenia’s legendary control snapped, and she rushed towards the elf, intending of running her through. “YOU ARE MINE!” she screamed.
Gasping, the elf rogue rolled out of the way of the enraged warrior, her short sword at the ready. “Think of what you’re doing, Calenia!”
Calenia advanced on Lia, her twin katanas singing through the air for Lia’s blood. Hurt and betrayal echoed in Calenia’s eyes.
“Oh fer…” Lia brought her sword up and blocked the first of Calenia’s blows, backing up just in time to miss the second one. The excitement had caused the elf to revert to her old brogue, one that she had used when she was living on the streets and stealing and whoring for a bed and food. “Think o’ what yer doin’!”
“I am thinking. You were mine, Lia!” Calenia sliced down with her katana again, this time managing to catch Lia on the arm as the elf twisted away. “First blood.”
How in the blazes was Lia going to get herself out of this?