Thread: Man Witch [Goody + Prince]

Deidarmia had wished with a sudden and powerful pride that Quinn had been there to see all this. Idiot men-- especially that Kellar brute. He'd come running at her with such force and speed that all she'd had to do was duck and put her shoulder to his waist to send him into the air over her, and she'd even gotten a good laugh out of listening to him land flat on his back, obviously having no sense to expect her to divert his attack and use it against him. All of these men had made that mistake in their own way, pulling their punches or assuming the advantage-- one of them had even fallen for an age old trick in Deidarmia's book when he'd gotten a hold of her arm and had really nearly had her pinned. She'd whined and struggled minutely, complaining that he was really hurting her and like a fool with a death wish he'd loosened up his grip. That had earned that particular lad a good sock in the kidney and to get tripped with a sweeping pass of Deidarmia's leg. She'd even given him a good kick in the side for being an idiot. She was his enemy in this moment, who gave a shit if she begged for mercy? Ah, but she was a woman. That was always the thing, wasn't it? As the teacher made himself known in the group, Deidarmia couldn't help but be surprised by the tactic to hide himself among the students. Looking at him then as he walked about, dismissing Kellar and expressing the fundamental mindset necessary to succeed as a guardian, Deidarmia could tell just from his gait that this wasn't some pompous idiot given a sword and told to protect his feminine prize. She wiped some blood from her busted lip and as Uther, this teacher who would have sent these men sprawling if not for her doing it for him stopped to call her to combat, she smiled, and rolled her shoulders. Ah, teacher-- That was such a fine speech. Why would I fight with you when you have a mindset like that? Even as she spoke, her tone sweet and praising, she was circling, stepping over a few of the men to clear space for her to move as she watched Uther critically. This man was definitely more trained in combat than she was, but he'd also seen her fight now... half of the advantages she typically had against a man his size were thrown out the window by then because he'd seen them. She couldn't pretend to be weaker and then strike him with unexpected force or let him back her into a corner so to speak, and then take him out when he hurried to grapple her like the other men who had come at her... How to go about it... She knew she had to fight him, this was part of the test, and she'd sure as shit not make the excuse that she'd dealt with these other men to avoid a beating. She had come to be with Quinn, certainly, because they were attached at the hip and had been for close to a decade, but she was also here to learn and the idea that she might gain the skills to fight others without using her femininity to her advantage was a thrill. He had adjusted his stance-- no tripping there, she'd only put herself in line to get grabbed that way. He was very physically strong, that much she could see, and he likely wouldn't make a rushing, thoughtless attack thinking that strength would serve him against her the way Kellar had. She continued to circle as she reached up to undo her hair, letting it fall in dark, wild ringlets around her face as she stopped across from him. Maybe he'd make a move if she seemed defenseless. Her stance was already made in case he did, that she might duck or sweep a leg out at him if he chose to approach, but she tempted him with it, the way she'd tempt any man with the prospect of an easy attack, her hands up in her hair taming it back into something more manageable. This was not a fight, she imagined, she'd be safe to leave her hair down in. As much as he had proclaimed to respect women and value them, Deidarmia imagined he had enough sense to use whatever advantage he had, and her hair would be one of those things at this point. Men didn't grab each other's hair in fights, most men she'd seen that wore theirs long kept it back in a braid or a bun, the look of long hair falling down one's chest and back typically associated with more feminine styles. That's why she hardly ever felt the need to put all of her hair away during a fight, men didn't think to grab her hair to slow her in the heat of a fight. They hardly ever grabbed her hair, or did any real damage to her face, and they certainly seemed to forget that as delicious and toned as her legs were, they were weapons in their own right. No no, this man probably wouldn't fall for any of that. Good. She wound her hair up into a proper bun and dusted off her clothes, sighing and grinning at Uther. Well, if you insist. She acquiesced finally when her little act hadn't served her, coming in close like a streak of lightning, ducking low to aim her fist at his abdomen and dodge what she anticipated might be an initial strike to her upper body. She couldn't let this man hit her in the face or throat-- he'd knock her out cold, that was for sure, so she kept her other arm close to her chest, her fist balled near her cheek to prepare a block. This was the real fight she was expecting when she'd come down to join the guardians, and she'd pull out all of the stops to earn her spot.