(123-05-19) Spear Dance
Spear Dance
Summary: Dornish Courtship is dangerous
Date: Date of play (19/05/2016)
Related: None
Players:
Alaeyna..Arros..

"…And then I said your mother was looking for me last night, too. Little fucking twat that he is." An Uller knight says to the stepson of Lord Uller. Arros laughs as much as the repeated retort warrants before he takes a decent swallow from his wine cup, and leans back into the cushions. "Ivin is a twat." He says in agreement before he reaches for the pitcher of wine. "But he's a decent enough squire to Lord Uller, and he seems to be picking up on things well enough."

The door to the tavern is an aged thing, loose on its hinges from the traffic that sees it swinging back and forth and back and forth all day and night long. It nearly splinters from the impact it receives at the butt of a spear, crashing open wildly. It draws the attention of most of the patrons, and if not that, the voice that follows does. "Arros Sand." It's a woman's voice, and not just any's; Alaeyna Fowler darkens the threshold to the establishment, dressed in cerulean blue silks, one of her house's colors, beneath a fitted leather bodice. The offending spear, the one she used to batter the door, is in hand; she leans casually against it, one hip cocked. A perfect Dornish spearmaiden. Maybe not the maiden part.

"I've fucked you," she declares, which doubles the amount of attention the rest of the bar pays to this little mating ritual unfolding before them. "Now I want to fight you." Dornish seduction at its finest.

Arros, like every other patron inside the tavern, looks in the direction of the door when it is suddenly knocked open with the butt of a spear. His brows raise when Alaeyna darkens the door, and when she makes her announcement that they will fight he stands up from the pillow he was lounging on with an almost put upon sigh that he is using to mask the tiny bit of eagerness that shines in his dark violet eyes, "If you insist, My Lady." He says in a courteous tone with his eyes properly lowered. He may have fucked her, but she is still a ruling Lady.

He looks up at her then, and his lips twist into a sardonic little smile, "But if you wanted to penetrate me, My Lady, all you had to do was ask." Smartass remark made he heads towards the door. It may be hard to find lodgings if he helps destroy those lodgings, after all.

"I insist," Alaeyna says with a baring of her teeth in a flash of white, the quintessential alpha female putting her chosen male through his paces. He lowers his eyes, but she sweeps him with hers, taking the first of a series of measures she'll have of him before they're through. And when their eyes meet, and he offers a saucy little bit of insolence, she gives some of her own in kind. "And if you want to penetrate me, all you have to do is win." In a literal sense. In a euphemistic sense.

They file out of the tavern and into the street, and some of the patrons follow behind, wanting to pay witness to the sparring match that's soon to follow.

"Kelvin-" Arros yells at his younger half-brother and squire, "Go get my spear! The light one!" That command issued he walks out into the square outside of the tavern behind Alaeyna. "And if you win then I get to penetrate you?" He laughs lightly before he favors Alaeyna with a lingering look that seems to indicate which one he would actually prefer.

When his spear arrives he turns it in his hands a few times before he observes, "You've the advantage, My Lady, I am more a swordsman than a spear dancer." That said, he charges at Alaeyna without further preamble, and takes a swipe at her.
<COMBAT> Alaeyna attacks Arros with Spear but Arros DODGES!
<COMBAT> Arros attacks Alaeyna with Spear but Alaeyna DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alaeyna has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Arros attacks Alaeyna with Spear - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Alaeyna attacks Arros with Spear - Light wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Alaeyna has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

"I wouldn't want to disadvantage you," Alaeyna remarks airily, walking a wide arc around Arros as he turns his spear between his hands. Her sandals lace up her muscled calves, and their soles are worn and smooth and make her light and nimble on her feet. Dancer is precisely the right word, and though she'll never have his brute strength or his prowess with a sword, she's leaner and smaller and evasive, spinning like a whirling dervish out of the reach of that first strike he levels her way. She twirls, and her spear sings through the breeze as she parries and makes an attempt at her own, glancing off his chest. "It doesn't matter who wins," she tells him. "It matters that we are well-matched."

<COMBAT> Alaeyna attacks Arros with Spear but Arros DODGES!
<COMBAT> Arros attacks Alaeyna with Spear but Alaeyna DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alaeyna has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Arros attacks Alaeyna with Spear - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Alaeyna attacks Arros with Spear - Moderate wound to Neck.
<OOC> Arros has no armor.
<COMBAT> Alaeyna has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

Arros was caught lounging; he only has an airy tunic and breeches on. And while he is not slow, to young to be slow, he is built and trained to be a knight. Not a spear dancer. So he is able to keep pace with Alaeyna for the most part, but his lack of any sort of protection means that soon enough he is bleeding from the chest and neck. Despite this evidence that he may be overmatched he looks as if he is going to continue to be the aggressor. Until she points out what really matters in this. His posture changes ever so slightly, more evasive than bold, and now he is ready for a true dance instead of a fight.

<COMBAT> Arros has changed stance to evade.
<COMBAT> You change your stance.
<COMBAT> Alaeyna has changed stance to banzai.
<OOC> Alaeyna READY FOR A FIGHT NOT A DANCE
<COMBAT> Arros attacks Alaeyna with Spear but Alaeyna DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alaeyna attacks Arros with Spear but Arros DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alaeyna has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Arros attacks Alaeyna with Spear but Alaeyna DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alaeyna attacks Arros with Spear but Arros DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alaeyna has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Arros attacks Alaeyna with Spear but Alaeyna DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alaeyna attacks Arros with Spear but Arros DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alaeyna has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Alaeyna attacks Arros with Spear - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Arros attacks Alaeyna with Spear but Alaeyna DODGES!
<COMBAT> Alaeyna has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Arros has been KO'd!

And a dance ensues. There is a reason why the speardance is revered as an art form in Dorne, why women ply it to seduce their men. Though there is an abiding undercurrent of competition rippling between them as they circle each other and trade blows, there's no small amount of peacocking, either. Alaeyna claims to be testing Arros, and yet by the same token she's got something to prove to him. They go on this way for a while, until Alaeyna grows bold enough in take the reins from her partner and assume the role of the aggressor, leaping at Arros with a feline pounce, her spear careening through the air and delivering him a blow to the chest, where he is vulnerable and exposed.

For a little while they appear to be dancing as opposed to fighting. When Alaeyna takes on the roll of aggressor Arros falls back onto the balls of his heels, but it is too late and not far enough. His teeth grit when she lands a blow on his chest, and he staggers backwards before going onto one knee, and crossing his arms over his chest. His spear is dropped in the process of yielding. "I yield, My Lady." He says, and he bows his head to her a measure as a sign of respect.

Alaeyna accepts his yield with a touch of her fingertips, brushing his cheek. She stands close to him, casting her stare at the ring of people gathered on the fringe of their little makeshift battlefield to observe. A challenge, of sorts. A declaration of interest. Not exactly a marking of territory, but not unlike it, either. If there remained a single breathing being at Starfall who hadn't either overheard their raucous marathon fuckfest or been told about it, the sparring match is a clear sign that the Fury contemplates courtship. And more, that she considers Arros Sand a worthy equal.

Arros turns her cheek into her fingertips when she brushes it. A sign of submission. Once Alaeyna stakes her claim, so to speak, he reaches for his spear and uses it to push himself up and out of the dust in the square with a wince. His gray tunic is dark with his own blood from the wound on his neck and chest, and while he is not grievously injured it is not a gentle marking. He will likely bear scars on his chest from her now.
Those who'd made bets on the outcome of the little battle now go about collecting or making good, with coin changing hands all around. Alaeyna flashes the Dornishman on his knee before her a wink, her eyes flitting to the blood smearing his neck and his chest briefly to assess them and satisfy herself that neither is truly threatening. She turns on her heels and stalks off, spear at her side, and most of those who'd watched them follow suit, disappearing back to the tavern or the market or whatever else they'd been doing to begin with. She'd interrupted him at his leisure, and she doesn't presume that he'll follow her; the choice is his.

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