Adore Me|Flux

[Kender Bard]

Dreamwarp practiced with her whip in the Wrathful Hall, though it was half-hearted. She made lazy flicks of her whip, trying to strike the target on harder to hit points--the eyes, the neck, and more. She was still languid from her time spent with Drake earlier. Bet he's more exhausted than I am, she thought with smug satisfaction, and flicked her whip at the target's groin, giggling.

[Skittlebug]

Another Wrathful strolls into the hall, a newly appointed Priestess looking to test herself against what were now her peers. Dreamwarp and her whip seem to catch her attention and she makes her way over with a cocky grin. "How about you try out something a little more challenging than a dummy, hmm?"

[Kender Bard]

Dreamwarp turned and eyed the girl over. She seemed familiar, in a vague sort of way. Either she was visiting or she was new. "Why don't you go beat up some snot nosed acolytes before you go challenging the seasoned fighters. It'd be a shame to mess up that pretty face so soon in life."

[Skittlebug]

The girl purses her lips, not about to be put off that easily, "I didn't come to the hall for backwards compliments. If you don't want to fight then fine, I'm not afraid of a few scars."

[Kender Bard]

"I suppose I could give a young pup like you a few licks," Dreamwarp answered with a smirk. "What's your weapon of choice? You see mine here." She gave the whip a good crack in the air above them.

[Skittlebug]

"These," she pulls out a pair of kataras and slips them on with a grin. She has it in her head that if she's fast enough she'll be able to block at least some of the whip. She shifts on the balls of her feet and readies herself.

[Kender Bard]

Dreamwarp eyed the weapons thoughtfully. It'll be like fighting a mixture of Drake's brass knuckles and another's daggers.

She could work with that, she supposed. "Very well," she agreed, pulling the tip of her whip towards herself. She removed the iron barb from the tip; that was too wicked a weapon to use in sparring. It could do far worse than leave some scars. Slipping it into her pocket, she shook her whip out again. "Then let the dance begin!" With a deft flick of her wrist, she sent the tip snapping at the woman's face, aiming for the cheek, to see how she would react.

[Skittlebug]

If nothing else, the girl's reflexes are good, she manages to get one of her katara up in time to block the whip. Though the force of it does throw her off a little, she hadn't expected quite so much.

[Kender Bard]

She's fast, Dreamwarp noted. Faster than Drake. And she hadn't flinched away; that was good. This might actually be a good fight. Not giving the woman a chance to retaliate quickly, she snapped her whip back and forth again, this time aiming for one of her wrists.

[Skittlebug]

This time her reflexes don't pay off as well, she tries to block the same as the first time and the whip catches her wrist. She gasps as she's pulled completely off balance and struggles to regain it quickly.

[Kender Bard]

"Tut tut," Dreamwarp laughed and pulled in a different direction, more sideways this time. Then she leapt forward to pounce on the girl and pin her.

[Skittlebug]

With a surprised grunt, she goes down under Dreamwarp's weight. She tries to get a knee up as she tumbles, but only manages to hit Dreamwarp's side, not get it between them.

[Kender Bard]

Dreamwarp deftly coiled some of her whip around the girl's neck and held it tight but not enough to choke her. "Yield," she warned. "You won't escape the kiss of Maneater easily, you'll find."

[Skittlebug]

Considering the tightening whip around her neck, she nods, "I yield."

[Kender Bard]

Dreamwarp chuckled. As she was wont to do, she bent her head down and kissed the girl before releasing her. That tended to take the sting of loss out of the match... or inflame her opponents further. It really depended on the person.