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Somewhere in the back streets of Draega. Hayll, Terreille.

Surreal was rather sure she was going to want to kill someone when this was all over, and it was most likely going to be herself.

Her opponent couldn't match her mastery of Titian's knifework, for which Surreal felt a fierce surge of pride, but she was getting her ass handed to her in hand-to-hand. Repeatedly. Her bruises had bruises.

"I hate you," she said, conversationally, for about the thousandth time as she hauled herself off the cobblestones and brushed dirt off her face before settling back into a ready stance. "I could be bonding with my fellow students right now over yet another cultural experience that I have no context to understand, but no. You got lonely and missed my smile and company."

Oh, she was so going to get thwapped for that.

[OOC: NFB, for the teacher.]

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"And I hate remaining in debt," Daemon replied, just as conversationally, the barest hint of a smirk flitting over his lips. "I do believe I owe you my share of the nutcakes, and I fully intend to make good on those payments."

More or less.

Either way, yes, she was so going to get thwapped for that. He was stepping forward in one feline-fluid motion in order to deliver a swift smack to the back of her head right now, as a matter of fact.

"Liar," she countered, grinning as she slid down and to the side to attempt an escape. It wasn't fair, Sadi had a longer reach than her. "You may hate being in debt, but there is no way you want to give up Tersa's nutcakes."

Especially not if they were fresh.

"I'll give them up provided you can limp to the table before I make it there after our lesson," Daemon countered, falling immediately into a crouch and kicking out one foot at the side of her knee as she shifted away. Really, he was only trying to help. After all, the kick would push her leg in the direction she was already going. What could possibly be bad about that? "I'm not planning on making it completely easy on you, you know."

"You'll give them up anyway, because you won't break your word. You're just going to make me pay for it," Surreal pointed out, pivoting on that leg to try and smash her other knee into his nose before he could take her out. "Which, I already did pay for it. I survived your brother."

She still couldn't believe there were two of them. Wasn't Sadi bad enough on his own?

"Of course you survived Lucivar." He shifted backward, not about to let her bloody up his face this soon in the game. By Daemon's own standards of 'soon,' of course, which mostly translated to 'at all.' "He knew you were with me, and I'd hardly take well to him killing you while I was there visiting."

Or at all, really. But there was a certain amount of teasing to be done. Those were the rules when negotiating the terms of nutcakes.

Getting him to shift back at all was a major accomplishment, the way this day was going. "With you? Not your property," she snarled, following up with a sharp, rigid hand-jab towards the side of his throat. What? He could take it! Tersa could patch them both up when they were done, and there'd be nutcakes for all. "'N I wouldn't let him kill me that easily."

Of course he'd win in the end, unless she got ridiculously lucky, but Surreal hadn't survived this long by just giving up.

...or by fighting fair. She used a small pulse of Craft to lift a nice-sized stone, and then send it flying at the small of his back.

Sadi's hand shot up, managing to deflect her hand enough to blunt the blow to his throat.

"We arrived together," he corrected, his voice slightly rougher for a moment, for all that his tone remained bland. "I was hardly suggesting that you were my property, Surreal."

You know. Aside from the fact that they'd arrived with her slung over one of his shoulders, and all.

A hastily erected shield meant that the stone fell to the ground, harmlessly, at right about the same time Daemon flung himself bodily at Surreal, leading with his shoulder. Fighting fair wasn't terribly high on his list of priorities, either.

"You had me over your shoulder like a sack of flour!" she ~~howled~~ disagreed, trying to throw up a shield of her own.

Really, Daemon, you ought to know by now that she gets touchy about being referred to as being 'with' or anything else with a male. For particular reasons.

..this landing was going to hurt, wasn't it?

Probably. Because, while he took advantage of the Black to slip beyond her shield, he was turning the entirety of his weight into grappling her to the ground... preferably hard enough to give those bruised bruises of hers a little more color.

"You hadn't had a proper training session in months."

Only Daemon could continue to speak so mildly while trying to tackle someone into the dirt.

Yeah, well, her bruises could take it. But someone's 'jewels' were gonna end up bruised in about two seconds if he didn't move 'em.

"You sent me away," she managed to grunt out - barely - considering there was no air in her lungs. "Not giving away my advantage to 'bunch a landens."

Daemon settled back onto his feet, a few paces away, as easily as if he'd been taking a half-step away.

"Waking up for a proper training when Tersa and I take the time to come all the way to that little island? I hardly think that counts as 'giving away your advantage,' Surreal."

Had it been Lucivar fetching her, she would have been dumped in the duck pond somewhere along the way.

[Heading home now! Will continue pinging in an hour or two!]

"Growing girl, need my sleep, didn't want to interrupt anything you had planned." Right, she was just going to lay there for a moment until the clouds stopped spinning.

"'Sides, didn't think you'd manage to pry Tersa away from all the girls and boys who clearly needed their milk that fast."

Take your time, Surreal. Daemon wouldn't hit you while you were down. He wasn't always channelling the Sadist, after all.

"She decided it would be more important to be certain that I played nice with my brother. Lucivar and I have a bit of a history of misbehaving, when in one another's company."

Scuffles and scraps that ended in bloodshed more often for the people around them than themselves, but that was hardly the point. Or maybe that absolutely was the point.

He was trying to teach her, not beat her to death. Surreal wasn't worried about a kick to the ribs while she was down.

"I wonder where she would have gotten the idea that you misbehave," she replied dryly. "I can't imagine you being anything less than a Courtly gentleman."

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No.

"Looking back on the stream of foul language that was pouring from your mouth that day, I find it difficult to believe that you don't possess the capacity to imagine anything you please," Sadi commented, idly lifting his hand to brush a spot of dust from his sleeve. "Lucivar and I are of course, always at our best behaviour."

Which was, naturally, why they were so rarely seen in the same building at the same time.

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