Welcome to Gaia! ::

All the shouting and commotion served to draw the attention of Nergui, who had been training herself not too far away. Curiosity piqued, she naturally came to investigate, though stopped in her tracks as she spotted the war clansman hopping about on one foot and crying for a medic. She blinked mismatched eyes, clearly wondering if she was perhaps seeing things, then, deciding she was not, approached. Cautiously.

"Are you alright..?" A dark hand lifted as if she meant to touch his shoulder, but those dainty fingers never quite connected. Instead hovering between them before falling uselessly to her side.

Was this really a warrior of the lost clans? She was skeptical, to say the least.

Skepticism turned to disbelief as the horseman planted his foot on the ground, grabbed his hips, and declared the entire scene nothing more then an act. Some ruse to lure someone in so that he might, it appeared, duel them? She stared at him, brows pinched and lips twisted as he called his weapon and bounced about in a clumsy manner, calling out a challenge to her.

Was it worth it? For all his ridiculous behave her, surely he could boast of at least a little skill. He was of War, after all, and they were comprised of mostly warriors. Certainly the helmet suggested he'd seen a fight or two. Surely..

Lips pursed, she let out a breath, almost a sigh, and called her own blade to her hand. "Do I have a choice?" It didn't seem like he was leaving her one.

Oh sure, she could have just walked away, but why bother? If he was awful she'd best him quickly, and if he really was the warrior he was supposed to be, then he'd provide a decent training exercise. It was spontaneous, uninvited, but looked upon in the most practical of ways.

And now he was hitting on her..

The priestess visibly cringed as the war stallion licked his lips and wiggled those bushy eyebrows at her. No. Just no. Dear Goddess, for the love of all that was good and just in the world, no.

"I think not," she answered stiffly, after a moment of stunned silence. Voice filled to disbelief and something of a more flustered nature. The nerve of this male, really!

She was still trying to work how he imagined he stood a chance against such- Well, competition was too strong a word. This War soldier couldn't hold a candle to the guardian who shared her bed. -When he lunged at her, blade making a clean cut along her left side just under the curve of her ribs.

Her next move was automatic, but quite unexpected. He'd darted near her, and she'd raised her empty hand to smack him soundly across the cheek. It was so completely not what she'd meant to do that she stood there and gaped for a sold minute.

HP: 35
Dmg: 1