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[color=f26522]Time[/color]: 1530hrs
[color=f26522]Location[/color]:  the arena watching the fighters
[color=f26522]Interactions[/color]: Wasun Sjan-dehk [@Apex Sunburn]
[color=f26522]Mentions in order[/color]: [@13org] Mayet [@JJ Doe] Riona [/center]
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Roman continued to watch the match in front of them, Mayet clearly had the upper hand and he was unsure if the she was trying to teach the other girl something or toying with her food. Her shift in posture and attack pattern made her strikes even more powerful and aggressive combining more fast fluid attacks with powerful momentum assisted strikes one after another. The fighting style required quite a bit of stamina that even he was impressed with.

Her lack of armor or protective equipment assisted with her fluid and powerful movements, anyone could see that. Even with that after each strike and each block feint or parry a little more of her blood lust crept out in every strike. The predator inside her showing itself more and more. He could see that even his new friend became enraptured with the fight. The weathering of blows was already beating down the defenses of the other.

Then finally Mayet changed up her storm of blows for one last strike, a strike meant to kill. The look in her eyes told him she was near completely lost to her instincts to kill. The next strike would do just that and he could see the man beside him see the same with the exclamation of something in his native tongue, he didn’t know what was said but knew the tone well enough. Letting his own hand go of the arm rest to make sure that the pistol he was reaching for was not used to end the fight. He had to admit that he wasn’t pleased with this loss of emotional control from the princess either. 

Nala saw fit to warn her friend of her current thought process with a roar. This seemed to snap Mayet back to reality and at the last second pulled her strike from it near fatal trajectory. It didn’t even seem like the mediators of the fight knew what was just about to happen or paid to make the princess and her people out to be bloodthirsty thus hurting their image. Politics were always a tricky situation. Sjan-dehk sat down controlling his breathing and commenting on the situation as the crowd cheered and applauded the now finished dual.

“[color=f26522]No she wasn’t in control there for a moment.[/color]” His tone was somber and he wasn’t smiling anymore. “[color=f26522]These people are soft, they haven’t had to deal with a war in some time and their day to day lives are easy. They don’t know what true suffering is but you do, my people do. These people play war but they have never seen it.[/color]” Roman turned away from him for a moment to just sort of stare out into the arena for a moment longer before cheering back up again, a few of his internal thoughts seeping out in front of a stranger.

“[color=f26522]Apologies as you were saying, yes we do enjoy importing new metals, gems, stone, and wood. Our people are self-sufficient but will not say no to new things to work with or new foods to eat. One thing we do offer is a exchange program of sorts.[/color]” Pausing for a moment to remember as it had been some time since he talked about the exchange, it’s not every day you meet a new representative from a kingdom. “[color=f26522]With this we send two or three of our master craftsmen to your land to learn your culture and your craft and in turn we would accept two or three of your craftsmen to do the same. This is to grow the bonds between our people and kingdoms. To grow in knowledge of each other, to learn, to become stronger together.[/color]” he finished.