4. Nilda Meyrick: Sparring once more

This literally is untouched rp which I wanted to post because it was Nilda's first spar in months and I had a wonderfull time rp'ing this out ^^

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Nilda grins suddenly as she presses herself forward in a dash, her body jolting into Thereon's direction. One sword raised defensively as the other swings in an arch and adverts downwards as she tries to step aside at the last second, the sword aimed down to the cloak to pin the fabric down to the soil.

Thereon stands still, getting pinned. He calmly looks over at Nilda before giving a grin, quickly kneeling down and attempt to spin his upper body in the attempt of using his shoulderblade as a weapon, aiming for Nilda's lower body.

Nilda arches her body backwards in reflex, huffing a suprised breath when moving the blade she held defensively. Her lower arm scraping over the sharp edge of the shoulderpad as it cut parts of the chain and leather, grunting before bringing a boot forward into Thereon's side to try and force him to fall over, not releasing the hilt of the other blade pinning the cloak.

Thereon falls over, but holds his arms behind in a way to support himself from not completely falling on the ground. He then attempts to lift his legs, aiming a sharp and strong kick towards Nilda.

Nilda grunts in effort as she pulls the blade backwards out of the cloak, her knee buckling to the side upon being kicked and staggers towards the side with a pained groan, barely managing to keep herself from falling when raising both blades in defense once more.

[Nilda]: Hrmmm-ngh well feck.

Thereon stands up, taking a few steps back and peering at Nilda.

Morty grins knowingly at the fight, his eyes set on Nilda proudly, of her performance after the time spent on 'Holiday'.

Nilda narrows her eyes with gritted teeth as she tenses her muscles, taking a firm grip of her blades as she dashes forward once more, one blade held horizontally and high before her as she brings the other to the side, trying to collide her body with Thereon to bring it behind him with the tip pointing to the back of his neck while trying to lift the one upfront towards his throat.

Thereon attempts to hit the sword that Nilda is aiming to the back of his neck with his plate-armored wrist and quickly taking two steps back in order to dodge the other sword. Standing still, he peers at Nilda with an amused expression on his face.

[Thereon]: Come on now, don't go for the throat! Its unpleasant!

Nilda grins without stopping in her tracks, bringing her blades almost crossed over her head in defense when she moves her frame downwards to be able to aim a kick towards Thereon's knee, staggering briefly due to being less balanced then before.

[Nilda]: So are your shoulderpads.

Thereon gets hit on the knee, grunting as he falls down. In surprise he all of a sudden pushes with both of his legs with full strength in an attempt of tackling Nilda. As his knee had just been hit, he lets out a fierce yell of pain as he pushes himself forward.


Nilda tightens her grip upon her blades to keep them from being pressed into her own frame as she applies pressure forward against Thereon when falling backwards and landing upon her rear with a grunt. Leaning back to be able to raise her legs in two kicks of her boots towards his chest, snarling with a ragged breath.


Thereon gets kicked, staggering backwards. He falls down again with a grunt, seemingly from an injured knee.
[Thereon]: For crying out loud, why the knee?

Nilda slides her blades apart as she pushes down on her elbows, clearly not as fit anymore while she breathes in a labored manner. pushing herself to sit and put a knee underneath herself to gain leverage and throw herself forward without a break, attempting to slam herself into him to force him down entirelly, blade moving to try and press it horizontally against the throat once more without obviously wanting to cause real injury.

Thereon quickly jumps to the side, attempting to aim a sharp kick at Nilda's knee! He stands up, clearly not being able to put his full weight on the hurt knee, but with a grin that clearly states "Gotcha!".

Nilda snarls in pain as her knee gets hit by the plate boot, stumbling as she tries to turn and swing her blade to block his movement, him jumping out of her reach as she hunches forward briefly to let forth a pained hiss upon impact. Eyes narrowed with stubborn fierceness while trying to regain her footing as swiftly as possible as she bites through the pain.

Thereon attempts to charge towards Nilda, for a change. He attempts to push her towards the ground with his shoulder first, as if to use the shoulderblade as a weapon towards her throat.

Nilda tries to steady herself when she brings both blades back before her torso in a defensive block. Quickly charged to the ground as her legs fail to keep enough strenght against him. A hissed snarl escaping her with a flash of a more wolfish glow in her eyes, her head arching as she tries to keep her sword inbetween the sharp edge and her throat, flat side of the metal pressed against her skin. Pulling the other blade from between them with a twisting motion to aim it upwards as she tries to bring the hilt down against Thereon's head.

Thereon attempts to push his shoulder upfront even more to cause non-lethal, but painful pressure on Nilda's throat. He then grabs the blade part of her other sword in order to stop her from using it. His hand starts to drip blood as he holds the blade with strength, the hand part of the gauntlet not being so heavily protected.

[Thereon]: Yield?!

Nilda curls her lips into a wide grin as she keeps a narrowed gaze upon Thereon, hissing her words due to the pressure put upon her throat. Every muscle in her body tensing with a noticeable trembling. Features changing with a pained snarl as she immediatly after tries to shove Thereon forward with the enhanced size and strenght.

[Thereon]: Uh oh...

[Nilda]: No!

[Morty]: Tha's my girl.

Thereon flies through the air on his back, grunting as he falls down. He then sits up, getting ready to stand.

[Thereon]: Woah, I need to learn that trick...
Thereon staggers up, standing in a more defensive stance than earlier.

Nilda swings her blades aside as she takes an agile leap upon her feet, the form being more known to her at this stage. Wasting no time she grins wolfishly at him, taking a swift pounce forward as she sprints towards him, lifting herself off the grass to try and slam her feet into his chest, probably kicking herself backwards again in the progress.

Thereon gets hit, staggering back and falling one the ground, rolling over his neck to his stomach.

[Thereon]: *cough* Morty! What on earth *coughcough* have you fed her!
[Thereon]: A bloody dragon?!
[Morty]: Well..If that's what the kids call it these days.
A sly smirk spreads across Morty's face.

Nilda slides in the grass with one claw burried into it to stop herself into her tracks in a crouched position, keeping her gaze on Thereon while she breathes heavily while forming a wide grin. Despite the physicall strain going forth once more to try and griphis throat within her paw, forcefully attempting to pin him down into the grass with a rumbling snarl.

Thereon looks up at Nilda as she grabs his neck, instantly releasing a powerful kick with his healthier leg to her rib-area.

Nilda recoils from the kick with her lips vibrating into a resonating snarling. Her body arching backwards while tightening the grip upon his throat as she tries to drag him with before pushing again in an attempt to literally swing him backwards when she releases with her muscles aching in strain and effort. Breaths labored and alot more painfull after the kick into her chest.

Morty eyes you up and down.
[Morty]: Love.. easy now. Watch those claws.

Thereon 's face starts to get a new color as the strength on his throat increases. Yet again he aims another kick at the same location on Nilda's neck, while actually holding onto her hand with both hands in order not to fly back!

Nilda 's claws curl into the skin of Thereon's neck as she staggers forward, growling audibly as she winces in pain from the kick. Seemingly getting more stubborn the more hits she receives when she pushes forward to close the gap between them to deny him another chance to kick, her maw opening before snapping shut close to his face as she keeps on pushing with a tightened hold on his throat.

Thereon clearly starts having trouble breathing as the claws start to make his throat bleed. He then releases the hold of her arm with his hands, instead starting to throw a series of punches, aiming at Nilda's ribs.

[Morty]: Love I rather have a brother left after you are done with him.
Morty rolls his eyes a little.
[Thereon]: I----Im.... *cough... F.... *coughcough* FINE!
[Morty]: .. clearly.

Nilda winces as she gets hit, not allowing him to strike multiple times as she brings her head backwards before trying to give Thereon a sudden and swift headbutt, pressing against his frame directly after as she knocks a boot between his legs to try and force him to lose balance entirelly.

[Rithain]: Oi! Still fighting?
[Wulfgnar]: Oh, another worgen.
[Rithain]: Every limb at their place it seems at least.

Thereon grunts in pain for both the headbut and the low blow, clearly starting to lose the grasp of reality. As his last resort he lifts his arms to Nilda's face, attempting to take a strong hold of it and push it down with force.

[Rithain]: Aye... happy family...
[Wulfgnar]: You have many Worgen in your order?
[Rithain]: Luckily not... it's just the two of them... and their kids.
[Wulfgnar]: Their kids?
[Rithain]: Aye... they are married you know. Morty and Nilda.
Rithain nods towards Nilda.

Nilda snarls loudly, digging her nails deeper when she tries to grip Thereon's wrist to pull away from her face.

[Wulfgnar]: Ah, and Morty was the Worgen you were fighting?
[Rithain]: Exactly.

Thereon holds on tightly to her face and as he forces it more down, he aims a strong kick with his knee at her face.

Nilda yelps with a sudden whimpering, releasing Thereon as she then utters a howl when his knee hits her nose.

[Rithain]: Oww... nasty..
[Wulfgnar]: Are they allowed to fight that, viciously?
Rithain shrugs. Who knows?
[Rithain]: Up to what they agreed on.

Thereon falls down, taking a deep breath for air. He hesitates no more and once more attempts to push Nilda down with a tackle, aiming his shoulderblade at her neck with strength, but not in a lethal way.

Morty darts forward, quickly looking at Nilda in panic as he stares her down.
[Morty]: What happened?!
[Rithain]: Still fighting.
[Rithain]: Seems like Nilda is getting some beating though...Looks like I won't be lone to have defeated her much longer...

Nilda falls backwards, still dazed from the knock against her nose, pulling her lips over her teeth as she utters a weak snarled word when the blade rests against her throat again.


[Nilda]: Yield.

[Rithain]: Yup...
[Morty]: Thereon! Off!
[Thereon]: Seems I didn't even need to ask
Thereon stands up, instantly falling down on his back, still gasping for air.