Maevrys
Just another face.
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DRAGONS OF ERISDAR
I R I S
Iris has always loved to watch fights. When she wasn't participating in them, she was watching them. So many different types of people would fight, small vs big, fast vs slow, and through watching, she was able to pick up their techniques and use them to her own advantage. This was a fight of wit. In a normal situation, a man would have no ability against a giant. He was too big and could simply swing his sword to end the match. But Inir appeared to be smart enough to outwit something five times his height.
Every moment the fight got more and more intense, and in each of those moment, Iris stiffened when she thought it was the end of Inir. Her heart beat faster as she saw him gain the upper hand and knock the giant down. A smile graced her features once again as she cheered among the gasps of shock. When the silence came, she saw the look in his eyes, the look that the giant was about to die. But these matches were for fun, they were not meant to end lives. Even if he was this so-called kin-slayer, there shouldn't be death or it would change the mood. Would it really be festivities if the man died? She believed it wouldn't be.
She wanted to walk over and stop his blade, but the fight wasn't officially over. She had no say and no place to stop him. Respect for him bloomed into her heart, and she knew that whatever he chose, she would accept it. This man, here in Vorch, she could fight the war with. She never thought to think that of anyone but another from Erisdar. So she waited, watching him make his choice.
DRAGONS OF ERISDAR
I R I S
Iris has always loved to watch fights. When she wasn't participating in them, she was watching them. So many different types of people would fight, small vs big, fast vs slow, and through watching, she was able to pick up their techniques and use them to her own advantage. This was a fight of wit. In a normal situation, a man would have no ability against a giant. He was too big and could simply swing his sword to end the match. But Inir appeared to be smart enough to outwit something five times his height.
Every moment the fight got more and more intense, and in each of those moment, Iris stiffened when she thought it was the end of Inir. Her heart beat faster as she saw him gain the upper hand and knock the giant down. A smile graced her features once again as she cheered among the gasps of shock. When the silence came, she saw the look in his eyes, the look that the giant was about to die. But these matches were for fun, they were not meant to end lives. Even if he was this so-called kin-slayer, there shouldn't be death or it would change the mood. Would it really be festivities if the man died? She believed it wouldn't be.
She wanted to walk over and stop his blade, but the fight wasn't officially over. She had no say and no place to stop him. Respect for him bloomed into her heart, and she knew that whatever he chose, she would accept it. This man, here in Vorch, she could fight the war with. She never thought to think that of anyone but another from Erisdar. So she waited, watching him make his choice.