[b]Silsila Om[/b]

Silsila removes her own shirt, leaving the buff babe bare, although the Host is less worried about infection and more worried about copying her opponent. Ill-Omened Star is drawn and pointed at the strategist, Om's golden eyes narrowed. "To surrender, agreed." Intones the hulking warrior, before waiting for the start of the duel--and striking first!

Silsila hasn't had a proper fight in some time. Sure, she has drawn her sword and pointed it at people, but those are often more a pretext for flirting or showing off for Merov Ekh Khan--and Merov did so like her games and gimmicks. Silsila's style--Falling Mountain--was not a particularly beautiful style to watch, but it did give the viewer a sense of the warrior's power and control, pivoting and rocking on the feet to send the sword spinning and swinging, stepping forward aggressively and making use of the reach and length of her weapon to bully her opponent and press them hard, forcing them back step by step. It didn't help that she wasn't wearing a vest, and she was very beautiful, her body bouncing and shifting distractingly, muscles flexing and face dangerously beautiful.

Hai Lin's style--what was she using? Brilliant Feather? Tranquil Pond Sword? Maybe a little bit of Plum-Blossom Fist, although that was a primarily unarmed style, but it seemed to fit well into her Hai Lin's style--well, whatever it was, it was obviously very elegant [b]and[/b] precise, that sword seemingly in just the right spot to worry Silsila, her footwork impeccable, her judgment sound. She was quite clearly a masterful swordswoman. (One of the few things which Silsila was allowed to do--and enjoy--was voraciously study martial arts style, which she had eagerly memorized and discussed with anyone who would listen.)

However, being a masterful swordswoman only took you so far against someone with size, weight, power, a big sword, and something to prove. After a vigorous two laps around the room, Silsila saw an opportunity--their blades locked, and the Host stepped forward--locked blades rising in the air, crossguards caught in a lovely, difficult to disentangle snarl--her heavy chest colliding with her foes and [b]pinning[/b] Hai Lin to the wall, grunting down at her, all sweat and exertion as she locked eyes with the esteemed strategist. She straightened her back and thrust more firmly, seeking to bury the woman in her bulk and crush to her to the wall.

"I had really hoped... hnfh! You'd be better than Merov Ekh." Silsila grunted out, her inhuman eyes glowering down at Hai Lin. "I guess I'm still too naive."


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I'm doing a fight, and I rolled an 11! Woo woo!

I'm going to inflict a condition--more with my biting words than anything. Silsila had been hoping that Hai Lin would be a more worthy master than Merov Ekh, and maybe she could transfer over to her command--but after this fiasco, she doesn't think that'd be a net positive at all! Of course, there's a lot of ways she could take it, but some condition, probably.

I'm also going to take a string. I'm aiming for it being a mix of "Wow, she is actually very hot" and "I am getting pressed into by a hot babe and she is smushing me a little oh geeze", but Hai Lin seems pretty put together, so it could also be whatever

Lastly, I'm seizing a superior position. Gonna have to weasel your way free, somehow!
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[b]Birsi[/b]
Her senses were painfully dulled by the lack of any prior sensation other than stuffiness, sweat, and discomfort, so the smell of sizzling eggs was the first step to getting herself back into working shape. The second was eyeing up that strange stage… She’d never been in a diner that had a stage built into it, much less one in such questionable condition. It was stained with something that couldn’t be food, it was… She had no idea what it was, just that it wasn’t from the kitchens.

Of course, something does snap her to attention, that being the words Jekkan just uttered. Was… Was this an indirect threat against the Sultan? The very symbol of the law and order in this land? The very thing she was trained to protect?! She kept her breathing regular as she leveled her gaze with the potential Anti-Vulenid, formatting an appropriate response to this in her mind.

“They can handle any threats to the Sultan, but your question brings one from me, a fair trade of conversation… Why do you ask this question, do you feel threatened by the Sultan’s rule?” Her question wasn’t meant to sound as flavored as it did, only coming out that way because she had inadvertently shifted her gaze from the woman’s eyes and down her body, instinctively drawing her closer to that heat and smell… She had to be careful, clearly this woman was more capable than she had thought.

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Rolled to Figure Out Jekkan. Got a 3 in total, not even spending a string gets me the minimum to ask any questions from that action. Whoo boy.

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