[b]Birsi[/b]

Birsi wouldn’t be phased by such a thing as lipstick being applied in the corner of her vision, for she was a Royal Guard. She’d have seen plenty of makeup applied in the corners of her vision as she patrolled around, either from higher ups wanting to look proper or slave girls getting prettied up for their owners. No, her focus was entirely on the Host in front of her. Every swing she made was met with Birsi’s combat tact…

No blow was blocked head on, for that is the first mistake people make when fighting Hosts. Attempting to block and take the full force of their attacks is asking to lose balance or be sent flying, whether backwards or to the ground is based on the swing intercepted. No, Birsi would treat each attack like a raging river, and focus on deflecting and redirecting her strikes if she couldn’t outright dodge them. 

Now that her opponent had finished her go of attacks, it was Birsi’s turn. With a twirl of her blade, the shorter woman would slice and jab at the weaker parts of her opponent’s material body and her attire. A not severe but very distracting jab to the side, a bit of her top piece being shredded by a straight edged sword, and a light peppering of stabs directed at her foes feet to make her dance. Silsila might be a Crashing Mountain, but Birsi was a Whirlwind of Steel.

“I expected much more from you Silsila. After all, you caused so much trouble in the past. Maybe all that bragging Merov Ekh did about catching you were lies? Or has being here so long weakened that fighting spirit of yours? Do your legs shiver at the sight of tight leather? Perhaps we shall see…” With that idea put into her opponent's head, Birsi kept up the momentum, forcing her larger opponent on the backfoot of the duel.


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Rolled a 13 for the fight, and I would like to do the following: Get a String through her “vague” hints at binding her (The statement of “Do your legs shiver at the sight of tight leather”), inflict a condition, specifically Nervous (does the same as frightened, under the Advanced Lovers & Lesbians thing), and seize a superior position.
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[b]Silsila Om[/b]

"Shut up, girls." Om said, snorting hot steam from her nose. Om was frustrated. Birsi was being [b]frustrating![/b] Here Om was, basically offering the world to her, going easy on her, and she didn't even notice. She was so pig-headed, ugh! What's worse, the words of her peanut gallery made a pit in Silsila's stomach open up. If the Vo twins and Little Miss Drank-Too-Much were dragged off to the slave quarters, she really [b]would[/b] be in big trouble. What's more, her body was getting cut and scratched up and marred--it was a stinging blow to her pride.

Still, that was later, and this was now. Birsi had still piqued Om's interest. If being complimentary--even in her clumsy, brutish, backhanded way--wasn't going to work, she'd just need to be more direct. Luckily, more direct was something she was very good at.

The next time their swords clashed, Om stepped in and grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling her in. Mwah! Om's lips gold lips pressed into her green ones--fast, hard, and quick. When they pulled back, could Birsi even be sure what had just happened?

The fight continued on for a few seconds more sword strokes, more of Birsi's slicing and cutting and slashing, more of Om being peeled away, when Om found another opening--and the girl would receive a sharp spank to her already sore rear end, setting it jiggling just in time for another offensive barrage from Om. A flick to her bust, another kiss, and Om almost had her pinned to the wall, before she managed to dance away.

...It was really all she could to keep up the pressure. Om wasn't doing well, and she knew it. She fervently hoped the Vo siblings didn't realize just how much getting poked and jabbed hurt, that they couldn't recognize a host taking damage, that they would just hoot and hollar and laugh as the Royal Guard was manhandled even as she kicked ass. Om also hoped that this [b]worked[/b]--from what she knew of Birsi, the girl would find all this very distracting--hopefully distracting enough to not be so laser-focused on defeating her!

A few more strikes, and Om made her final play. "Y'know, this is pretty dumb." She'd say, almost too casually, her strikes relenting as she stepped back slightly. "We're basically on the same team already, right? And we're both going out tonight, one way or another. Tell you what--you forget about dragging my girls out here to the slave palace, or whatever, and I'll give you backup tonight instead of running my usual route. I can guarantee you'll get a lot more down with me on your back instead of whatever backup your boss was gonna send you. Get a lot more work done!"


[hider=My Hider]
Woofh, pretty rough for Om! I didn't expect her to get the worse hand in a swordfight. C'mon, Om, you're better than that!

...She's not really focusing on the sword fighting part, though, since I rolled for [b]Entice[/b] this round. I also have a string from the one option I got to pick from Birsi's 10+ on her roll. We'll see if she lets me take another string...

...and I'm spending that string I did have to make an offer to her. +1 XP if she lets the Fire Wheels go, in exchange for me going out with her tonight. 
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