Post by jazzyjess on Apr 6, 2011 1:09:53 GMT 10
Title: Success
Rating: G
Word Count: 305
Pairing: Raoul/Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: AU. Sabine is still the best.
"Who are you?" Sabine asked, scowling at the young man across from her. "And what are you doing in my practice room?"
"My name is Raoul. I've heard about you," he answered smoothly, a winning smile lighting up his round face. "I thought I'd come to try my talent against yours."
It had been a very long time since Sabine had practiced against someone taller than her, but he was younger than she was and she feared that his youth and sheer size would outweigh her skill. "Are you frightened?" he asked, and his tone was just taunting enough to get her back up.
"Of you?" she scoffed. "Choose your staff."
Raoul knew the quarterstaff dance well, she noticed. His feet followed the patterns without a flaw, his hands swinging the staff through the positions - first Swallow on the Wind, then Darting Blade, then Snake in the Grass. And his stamina was impressive. She was running short on breath, but Raoul didn't bat an eyelash, didn't look at all like he was struggling.
Strike, parry, parry. Sabine gritted her teeth and readjusted the grip on her staff as she and her opponent circled one another. Enough of this she thought, and feinted left, then struck on the right. She heard the satisfying thud of wood on flesh, and stepped back. A wry smile curled Raoul's lips.
"You're very good," he acknowledged, leaning on his staff to catch his breath and rub his forearm. "I can believe what people say about you."
Sabine did her best to hide her surprise. There had been no doubt that the boy was holding back at first. She was sure she'd lose. "You are skilled with the quarterstaff, sir," she replied, nodding at him as he turned to the door. "I will be honoured to spar with you again."
QC by: greenie
Rating: G
Word Count: 305
Pairing: Raoul/Sabine
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: AU. Sabine is still the best.
"Who are you?" Sabine asked, scowling at the young man across from her. "And what are you doing in my practice room?"
"My name is Raoul. I've heard about you," he answered smoothly, a winning smile lighting up his round face. "I thought I'd come to try my talent against yours."
It had been a very long time since Sabine had practiced against someone taller than her, but he was younger than she was and she feared that his youth and sheer size would outweigh her skill. "Are you frightened?" he asked, and his tone was just taunting enough to get her back up.
"Of you?" she scoffed. "Choose your staff."
Raoul knew the quarterstaff dance well, she noticed. His feet followed the patterns without a flaw, his hands swinging the staff through the positions - first Swallow on the Wind, then Darting Blade, then Snake in the Grass. And his stamina was impressive. She was running short on breath, but Raoul didn't bat an eyelash, didn't look at all like he was struggling.
Strike, parry, parry. Sabine gritted her teeth and readjusted the grip on her staff as she and her opponent circled one another. Enough of this she thought, and feinted left, then struck on the right. She heard the satisfying thud of wood on flesh, and stepped back. A wry smile curled Raoul's lips.
"You're very good," he acknowledged, leaning on his staff to catch his breath and rub his forearm. "I can believe what people say about you."
Sabine did her best to hide her surprise. There had been no doubt that the boy was holding back at first. She was sure she'd lose. "You are skilled with the quarterstaff, sir," she replied, nodding at him as he turned to the door. "I will be honoured to spar with you again."
QC by: greenie