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The Worth of Fists [Nyla]

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 Good coin is good coin Meeta Nefertari reminded herself. The former slave clad in a hooded cloak walked up the stairs inside a sunstone mansion escorted by a guard. At the present Meeta was about to see a merchant-prince named Bhal Fayiah. Personally she had mixed feelings about upper-class people yet she agreed to a job that involved entertaining a noble with a private fight.

Hopefully, a great amount of coin and perhaps a worthy challenge would result from this venture. Either it was too late to turn back now. Several minutes later, Meeta and her escort entered a throne room. There sat a large cushion sit above a few feet of high steps, a forty year beard man in fine silk robe with amused expression. Bhal was surrounded by several slaves in the background with wine and food trays of various cuisine and beverages. The noble looked down toward Meeta with curiosity like he was examining a new creature he never seen before.

Typical, the pit fighter told himself sliently as she stop in the center of the room that shaped in a large square covered in a extended purple-colored cotten carpet. The escorting guard stayed behind, near the door and closed it, while Bhal finally spoke.

"You honor me with your presence, great fighter."

"I am humbled by your summons my lord, how may I serve you?" Meeta answered formally with a bow toward her host. It is wise, to remain respectful and refine when with nobility as long as possible to avoid trouble in her opinion.

"I have heard of your skill in hand to hand combat and wish to see it for myself, tested against another."

Turning behind him, Bhal clapped his hands twice, signaling for somone in the shadows to step forth. Crossing her robed arms over her chest, Meeta looked to see who was the figure coming out more clearly.

Nyla

Nyla watched with intent eyes as her opponent entered the room. A young girl who appeared to be in her early twenties now stood before their benefactor. As they exchanged pleasantries, Nyla observed Meeta, taking in any detail she could find. She was young yes, but not weak. The determination in her stride and posture said this was not her first pit fight. She had no obvious weaknesses, so Nyla would have to keep a sharp eye out, but perhaps she could hope for some inexperience. Nyla definitely had experience on her side, but experience didn't guarantee victory. She'd need to fight smart..and from the looks of Meeta, hard.

It was then Bhal clapped his hands—a summons. Nyla tried to hide her disgust. Fighting for coin often meant dealing with gluttonous lords and kings, but Nyla particularly disliked Bhal. She took a moment to assemble her features into a neutral mask. Time to meet her opponent face to face.

Nyla took a few confident strides forward, stopping a few feet from Meeta. Nyla was clad entirely in black, her twin blades strapped to her back, a dagger at her hip. Arrogance wasn't her game, but she couldn't hide her natural swagger. She faced the merchant-prince, now taking a deep (and messy) slug from a cup of wine, and gave a slight bow. She said nothing, waiting for Bhal to finish drinking and handle the introductions.

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Sighing with delight, clearly enjoying his wine, Bhal finally took time to stop and speak again, pointing to the Elven half-breed.

"This is Nyla, she will be your opponent today. Fight well and I will reward each of you gold, but the victor gets the better half of it. Now Nyla put those daggers away for now, you won't be needing them for this occasion."

As he talked, Meeta measured up her opposite in silence, she didn't see white skin outsiders too often, especially those with pointed ears. Nyla had the disposition of a person who knew fighting was about and inwardly the younger woman was pleased though cautious. She took off her cloak and tossed it aside, revealed to be wearing a short tan sarong that reached above the knees and a similar colored wrappings that covered her chest from front to back.

Then with a smile, Bhal clapped again, saying. "Begin"

Meeta raised her closed fists to shoulder length and began to circle around her new foe.

Nyla

Nyla nodded and quickly unstrapped her daggers, tossing them casually to the side. She then removed her twin blades from her back and delicately walked them over to a servant to hold, slipping her a coin. "These are very precious to me. Return them in the condition they are now and I'd be very grateful." The servant nodded feverishly and took the weapons, holding them with care.

It seemed introductions would be short today. The prince must be hungry for blood. Not wanting to keep him waiting, Nyla returned to the ring, facing Meela who now circled her with raised fists. She raised her own hands now in front of her chest, as if in prayer, leaving a small space between her palms and engaged in the circling dance. It was normally Nyla's style to watch and wait before striking, but she felt today was an opportunity to try something new. With a deep cleansing breath, Nyla moved. Fast and swift she took aim at Meeta's feet, swinging low with a spin to deliver a kick that would knock her off balance.

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