milliways_bar | Out by the lake: Elaine's sword lesson

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Out by the lake: Elaine's sword lesson

*Alanna stands by the lake, humming and examining a set of throwing knives. Elaine's next sword lesson is scheduled to start soon, and Alanna keeps an eye on the bar door in the hopes that George, Svava and Archie put in an appearance as well.*

[OOC: Anyone is welcome to come watch or join in. :) ]

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Faith arches an eyebrow at her. "What's with the hand gestures?" she asks cheerfully, while swinging again.

"It would have been a spell." Svava mutters, through clenched teeth-

Then a spin and block.

"However it would not be good for sparring."

"Probably not," Faith agrees. "Just so long as you remember not to hold back in a real fight."

Silence for a minute, filled only by the clashing of swords. Then, "Ever find your bracelet?"

Slayer eyes can spot the gleam of heavy gold on Svava's wrist. "Found it, yes."

"Was in a real fight." Muttered. "And I didn't." What little fighting style she has so far is the sort soldiers pick up, if they're lucky and survive their first few battles. Plain and simple, where the motive is to keep alive.

"Good." Faith nods. "Rule number one is always 'Don't die'. anything you can do to follow that rule, do it."

"'Immortal. Won't die." At least not at this moment. At Ragnarok, but whenever that is.

"Still do my best, though." Still working to keep blocking Faith's attacks, and get her own in. Svava's not holding back much by now, and her strength has been enough to hold back the straight on blocks.

Something is a little off in Svava's footing, something probably only a Slayer's eyes could catch. It's very slight, but it's enough - Faith gets under the Valkyrie's defenses and delivers what to a human would be a crushing blow to the hip with the flat of her blade.

There may not be any damage from that- but it still hurt! A startled cry, stumble and fall.

One moment to catch her breath, then she's getting back up again with a frown. Its not directed at Faith- Svava knows this is practice, and the Slayer is helping. The frustration is more at herself for making the mistake that was taken advantage of.

"You OK?" Faith asks quietly. "need a minute?"

She's standing, and sighs at Faith. "I'm fine. I should have been watching my feet better. And I need to learn this!"

Svava takes a moment to dust herself off, then picks up her blade.

"Yeah, you do." Faith grins. "Next time I won't hold back."

And she launches herselt at the Valkyrie again.

There's a bitter smile, agreeing with Faith's comment- Before Svava brings the blade up again, to block and and push her back.

No, she's not tired. So- back at the Slayer again.

The Slayer's not tired either, and she's impressed by the Valkyrie - but then, Valkyrie. So, not tired makes sense.

"So why do you need to learn this stuff?"

"Ragnarok. End of the World. The weapons there will hurt me, so I need to learn to dodge and block better." Said through swings, blocks and parries.

"Oh, an Apocalypse? I've been to a couple of those," Faith says casually. "Lots of fun."

A wince (leaving her open) and a startled frown at Faith. "Hardly any fun. And there isn't going to be 'a couple of those'. Only one. End of everything."

Faith, as promised, does not hold back - she swats Svava, and though it's still the flat of her blade, this one hits the Valkyrie's ribcage with the full force of an arm that can fling a small car like a baseball.

And the Valkyrie goes flying back. Anyone else would be having to worry about a smashed ribcage. She'll be fine- but damn, that's going to hurt.

Flying, flying- and crash.

How is she? She's muttering and swearing in norse- she'll be fine.

Faith doesn't apologize, or ask if Svava's gonna be OK. Instead, cheerfully, she says, "You only get one, huh? That sucks. In my world, we have to stop apocalypses, like, every other Thursday."

There's a baleful look at Faith, as Svava picks her way up to her feet.

"You are not just human." Stating a bit of a (now) obvious fact. Then a frown.

"Yes, only one. And I'm going back to die for it, so why I'm practicing here to hopefully not die too soon into it!"

"Nope. Not human," Faith agrees, still cheerfully. "Vampire Slayer is the technical term."

She frowns, slightly. "Don't talk like that."

"Right... " A bit of a blink at Faith- but then again, all the vampires in the bar were fine and thriving last she saw, so Faith is obviously not doing the business of slaying.

A bit of a shrug, and she stretches with a slight wince. "Its not pessemisn. Its something We all know. The very few who live, and that everyone else won't."

Faith just stares. "...you...you mean, you know? Like, for certain? Ouch. that must be...terrible. I'm sorry."

Biting her lip, Svava shrugs with an angry twitch of her shoulders. "Yes, I know. Ask anyone at Asgard, and they know. To quote a good friend of mine here at Milliways, of all the pantheons, we're best at 'dealing'." Nope, not bitter.

"So. Practicing. So that I at least die well then."

"Right." Faith nods. "Well. I hope it's a long way off."

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