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[b]Time:[/b] 9am, Soller
[b]Location:[/b] Greenhouse in Roshmi City
[b]Interactions: [/b]Orias [@Helo]
[b]Equipment:[/b] Nabarra's usual equipment and a metric tonne of attitude.[/center][hr]

Nabarra was not surprised when her aggression was met with a challenge: this man was hurt by last night, and now he's face to face with someone responsible. She looked at his sword arm, his grip tightening around the hilt, and she heard his cold tone. Reflected on the way he jumped back when she exploded and his reaction to her jabbing the finger.

No. She wasn't mad at [i]him[/i]. It's not [i]his[/i] fucking fault he's mad. She took a few small steps back.

Her hands flicked to the weapons sheathed in her double scabbard on her right hip, her left to the sword and her right to the dagger. They slid free quickly. Her face was set in hard lines. There was no hesitation. She knew what she had to do.

She threw her sword first. Hilt first, using an underarm throw. It clattered harmlessly at the man's feet, and the dagger was soon to follow. She kicked her billhook down from the wall it was leaning against, and over to the other weapons. She continued by removing her armour. By the end of this demonstration she was wearing only a sweaty undershirt, her boots, and her tight fitting hose.

[color=a980d6]"There ya fuckin' go, my weapons have bloody been drawn. I don't wanna die or kill, not fuckin' 'ere anyway. Those there -"[/color], she pointed to the equipment lying on the ground, [color=a980d6]"Those are tools of defense. They're military make and they've  done a fuckin' shitload of killin'. But they've 'ad enough. Same 'ere. At least, had enough of killin' fuckin' innocents."[/color] 

She clenched her jaw as she felt the blood rise in her face. She thought of all she had done. [color=a980d6]"My bein' in Roshmi is because I wanna protect. Besides, it's fuckin' military make. Infantry shit. Where the fuck's the rest of the infantry? Back on fuckin' Daka gettin' ready to march. I deserted."[/color]

She stared the prince in the eyes. Watching his face carefully, studying any changes. There was fear in her eyes, clearing their usual hard reflective lustre. But there was resolve in there as well. Her jaw was clenched. [color=a980d6]"Sorry about the fuckin' monologue. This is yer fair fight. My kind 'as killed thousands of yours unarmed. Far as I'm concerned, 's only fair you get one back."[/color]