Fall from the Stars [1x1 G.L'S and Blackpearl]

[`sappho]

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quickly, nadezhda pulled her sword from her back. briyu also pulled his sword before he charged towards nadezhda. he let out a cry as he lifted up his blade and slashed down. she quickly parried him with her own sword and kicked briyu back with her boot. he stumbled back, catching his breath before he went back at her. he tried to slash her stomach, she jumped back, then her face, which she parried. he was keeping himself completely unguarded. before he could slash his blade again, nadezhda leaned back and used her boot to sweep his legs out from under him. briyu kicked his own foot up and hit nadezhda in the hand, knocking her sword from her hand. he then jumped to his feet and punched her straight in the nose, knocking her to the ground.

[G.L'S]

Octavia | The arena | Polis
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Octavia was glued to the fight, silently cheering and roaring alongside the crowd that was growing rowdier by the minute. She saw his unprotected defence and grinned when Nadezhda shot him to the ground. But when he returned the favour, it took everything in her not to holler in protest. If telepathy worked, she hoped the screaming in her mind got through to the commander as she shouted, the dagger! Use the dagger! deep in her mind.
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[`sappho]

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nadezhda's vision was blurry as she was knocked onto the ground. she felt blood dripple down her cupid's bow and onto her pink lips as briyu threw himself onto her. she was able to move her head as he tried to stab his sword into her face. she gathered up all of her strength and was able to wrestle him off of her and flip him onto the ground. she pulled out her dagger and quickly stabbing him in his neck. when she finally stood up, she was gasping for air. she could heard the muffled sounds of loud cheers but she didn't celebrate. she felt like she might pass out.

[G.L'S]

Octavia | The arena | Polis
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A ragged breath escaped her tense frame and relief only came when she saw the dagger plunge and the Azgeda warrior stop struggling. The fight was over as quickly as it began and Nadezhda was victorious. The ice nation now had to bow to its commander.
She was able to relax and prepare the viewing box just in case Nadezhda decided to address Azgeda there rather than back in her throne room. It was possible she would want to discuss diplomacy amongst her politicians or in front of the crowds to make a statement. Either way, she was so relieved that Nadezhda would finally be alright.
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[`sappho]

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nadezhda caught her breath and looked to two of her guards. "bring the other warriors!" she called to them in trigedasleng. the commander slipped her dagger back away and picked her sword up from the ground. now she would show her people, if azgeda wasn't going to bow the knee to her then she would crush them until they did. she watched as the guards walked the warriors into the ring and shoved them to their knees. she made their way up to them and held her blade out at them. "so what will it be? we azgeda join us or will azegda be crushed in between my fingers?"

[G.L'S]

Octavia | The arena | Polis
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The newly-appointed guard could only watch as the commander addressed the treasonous group before her. She wondered if Azgeda would roll over to fight another day, or if they would not back down and have to be brought to their knees. Some seemed skittish at the sight of the commander who had now slain their queen and best warrior. She'd heard of the legend of 'wanheda' in her first few weeks here and wondered if they now saw her in that light. Then again, maybe with the extermination of an entire section of the coalition, that title would come.
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[`sappho]

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silence, the air was so tense that nadezhda felt the pressure on her lungs and shoulder. "our swords belong to you, heda," the new head warrior said quietly and, quickly, the warrior threw down their blades that the feet of the commander. "good, when find i good candidate, you will again have a queen but, for now, ride back to your towns and bury your dead and be sure to be obedient or death will fall on azgeda," she said, narrowing her eyes. she eyed the body behind her. "and take this one with you," she said before she turned away to go up the stairs to the box where octavia and her other guards were.

--- im sorry for taking so long to reply! ive been very busy!

[G.L'S]

Octavia | The arena | Polis
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Octavia remained in the shadows while the commander ascended to her box. Because of the commander's victory, there was likely to be some kind of continuing celebration that would allow Nadezhda to relax and give her time to potentially talk with her, even if she couldn't be directly beside her.
Seeing her sheathe her sword reminded her of the hidden dagger which brought a smirk of glee to her face. Something about the favour being used and being useful was immensely touching to her. She kept the twinkle in her gaze when Nadezhda was back in view and slid out of the shadow to be a little closer to her, but far enough away that she would not be seen.
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glancing around the box, nadezhda tried to catch a glimpse of octavia. of course, she didn't expect to be able to talk to her right now but she wanted to give her a reassuring look if she could. it was because of octavia's dagger that she had survived that match. soon, she was flooded by chiefs and warlord from the clans who were coming to congratulate her. she thanked them all and shook their hands in good manners. she turned away from the crowd and turned to her guards, asking them to escort her to her tower. their would be a celebration in order soon.

[G.L'S]

[size=85]Octavia | The arena | Polis
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Octavia was finally able to exhale the reminder of the tension she held when they turned and left to return back to the tower. She moved ahead of the guards and the commander in order to ensure a safe passage back to the centre of the city and their home. As her footfalls tamped on the soft road alone from any others, she took the opportunity to look around and really see the people of Polis as they moved throughout their day. Many went on about their own business without so much as a glance in her direction, but the odd one who looked didn't seem to hold the same suspicion they held with her first arrival. Apprehension was there, but it misplaced the mistrust that sat behind their eyes. It was a slow process, but one she was relieved would soon be over.
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