[@Fennec]

Aulfr watched impassively as the two leaders took their turns with Alexandra. He restrained himself from showing anything- albeit a difficult task- as they did so. He himself was surprised at how strongly he suddenly wanted to beat the two men away from his Alexandra- but no, she was her own woman. She could run off, if she wanted to. Not his at all. 

His posture straightened, muscles tensed. He hardly noticed it himself; he was just aware of the urge to teach his men a couple more lessons- again- and of the rationality to not do that at the current moment.

It did bring some amount of satisfaction to see the Thorik's ass handed to him, after trying to touch her. But... their moment of staring gooey-like at each other made him uneasy. Perhaps this wasn't so great an idea as he expected. And to be fair to himself, he had fully expected her to wipe out his entire team- he didn't think that they'd be able to beat the Ardanian. It just showed that, perhaps, she was getting a little rusty- or that his soldiers were trained better than he expected.

He waited for his berserkers to finish joking around and having their little revels- despite some amount of wounded pride at very nearly being beaten by such a small woman- and then called them over. He gave Aleksandra a [i]"wait"[/i] hand signal, so that he could speak to his men first.

[color=burlywood]"Alright. If you can beat Aleksandra, I figure your training has reached its pinnacle. We'll still be practicing, but from here on out, you'll be paired up with each other and then you'll train a group of six recruits- we're moving on to the next stage, brothers. But before we get to that, you all are going to be on guard duty at the next feast. I'll see to it that you're in place- just show up at the predesignated area, and you'll be moving from there. Welcome to the Royal Guard, gentleman. Within the week, you'll be the upper echelon of the military, and training the elite soldiers that will go on to start retraining our armies. Understood? If so, then dismissed."[/color]

He waited for them all to raise their fists in the air and bellow, "AYE, VOLSUNG!" 

He waved them off, and they departed, laughing and shoving each other, a brotherhood of soldiers. Even more so because their commanding officer, the man they see to be Oberjarl, called them equals. They all knew they weren't, not really, but they were respected by the man they sought respect from, and that was enough.

He waited half a minute after they left before approaching Aleksandra. He said nothing at first; he just stepped over to her, and looked down at her. 

Quietly, he admitted, [color=burlywood]"I didn't quite expect that. Thought you would wipe out my entire team, or at least, most of them. Come. Let's head back inside."[/color]

He neatly stepped around her, and began striding towards the door that she had emerged from, not half an hour before. He pushed it open as he went, not breaking a single stride, not slowing down for an instant, and letting the door hang open for her to close it.

He briefly explored a train of thought- how did Aleksandra, the strong, independent assassin, feel about suddenly becoming one's... well, servant, even if he had made it a point to make her more than that. All through this, she was still a servant to him. Still taking his orders, following behind him. He'd probably hang himself before he followed anyone, before he took someone's orders and did it amiably and willingly.

He pushed it out of mind. He can think about that later, or talk about it with her. 

He crossed to the middle of the great pad in the middle of the assassin's main training room, and turned to face the door. He dropped to the ground, folding his legs beneath him to sit, and then he gestured in front of him, motioning for the following Alexandra to sit.

Once she had, he clapped his hands together, rubbed them, and then said, [color=burlywood]"Alright. First of all- things you did wrong. What do [i]you[/i] think you did wrong in your fight?"[/color]