One, Two, Three [Day 1, Mid-Evening]

[Alessia]

Late in the evening, after the sun has started to flee from the world for a few hours Alessia stepped out from where she had left her things for some practice before bed. Late enough, dark enough, that she was fairly confident she would have the field largely to herself without groups of men hording themselves onto it to test against each other. As much of a learning experience as it was, she needed some time to work through the motions in her head at least.

Stepping out into the space she slid her Braavosi blade from her side and leveled it off against an imaginary opponent. Starting with the spear wielder she had seen earlier. Some of the fighters had caught her eye a bit more than others.

[Davelyn Sand]

Who is no question why the young dornishman was so skilled with a spear, this being his third practice session for today alone.

This time when he approached the sparring fields, he had a much larger spear in hand. One that would take much more effort, but would use his strength that he had worked so hard to earn.

Spotting the woman he had seen earlier in the day, he gave her a nod of greeting.

[Alessia]

Upon seeing the man, she saw an opportunity it what he had chosen to bring with him. Letting her sword fall limp in her hand she deftly swung it about so that it lay behind her and then made her approach.

"Ser, I believe I heard you called before," she said, offering a little bow with some flair. Braavosi styled, had that been something for the man to pick up on. "Alessia."

[Davelyn Sand]

"Good evening Alessia. Yes, Ser Davelyn Sand. Davelyn is fine," he says with a bow of his own. "I am sworn to Lord Kellington."

"Do you fight for a house?"

[Alessia]

"Few houses have need for a wandering swordsman, let alone one that is a woman," she replied honestly, with a light shrug to the circumstance of birth.

"I watched your bout earlier today, it was quite impressive, Ser. I have never seen a man wield a spear quite like that before in my life."

[Davelyn Sand]

"It is the Dornish style, influenced by the Rhoynar. I'd be glad to give a closer demonstration if you like," he offers. "And being a woman has nothing to do with being a fighter. The Dornish understand that. Perhaps you should travel south someday." His smile seems kind and authentic.

[Alessia]

"I would adore it," she said with a pleased smile. Throwing her sword arm out to her side to reveal the full blade once again, a elegance to the movement.

"I have already seen you before, I do prefer a fairer fight, so if you don't mind," she said, pulling her dagger to her other side. "I would very much like to give this everything I have. Show me everything you've got, Ser."

[Marqus Forrester]

It was a rare day that saw Marqus absent from some sort of training field, sparring session, or wargaming exercise. Today was shaping up to be entirely regular, aside from the Princes and the Tourney of course...

As he approached the square he noted the two occupants and their interesting choice of weapons. For his part he carried a longsword and a solid-looking shield engraved with a white tree. He was a tall lad with broad shoulders and short black hair coupled with clear blue eyes.

"Good evening to you both! Don't mind me, I'll just be over ... here." He cheerfully pointed at one corner. "Marqus is the name, Marqus Forrester."

His accent was understandable, but clearly not from around these parts. He quickly got to stretching and strength training.

[Davelyn Sand]

In a quick movement, much like the earlier bout, he brought his spear up in a somewhat flashy maneuver, spinning it around his waist with it finally coming to rest in a readied position. Though it was a bit slower than earlier, the heavier spear also seemed to have a bit more reach as a trade off for the thicker, longer haft.

Marqus gets a nod of greeting. "Evening."

"I've never sparred against someone that used two weapons, but I have against two people. I'll have to try and get a feel for that early on. Should be fun." He seemed to be excited for it.

[Alessia]

Alessia hadn't taken her eyes off her opponent, but when Davelyn had lowered his guard to greet the new arrival she was losing nothing to do the same. Looking off to the side she noted the heraldry of the shield and the unfamiliar name, although he looked like a Stark lad if she had ever seen one. There wasn't much more than a curt nod that she could offer the man as she was already drawn, but she gave her best to seem respectful of a noble. Which was really easy to tell in the north, most good looking lads where.

"I hope," she says looking back to Davelyn, "that you manage to keep up," she finished with a cocky grin that was intended upon teasing.

[Davelyn Sand]

"I'll do my best, though it's a bit tougher with this spear rather than the other," he replies, focusing on Alessia.

Initiative, Sparring with Alessia: 3d6 8

[Marqus Forrester]

Well now, she was pretty cute...and weilding two weapons! Nice.

Marqus watched their bout begin as he continued warming up. He was no stranger to spears and swords, but the rapier and off-hand dagger he'd only seen one from a Braavosi passing through Kings Landing.

[Alessia]

"Already trying to weasel away from a loss?" she teased with a laugh as she moved forward. Never having fought against a Spear wielder before she was certainly bold. Dashing in first she spun about aftet having cast aside his spear, leaving him wide open, and put the end of her blade against his chest.

Careful not to pierce him she just smiled as she stepped back and twirled about her blade.

"First strike is mine," she said proudly.

Day 1: One, Two, Three | Initiative, pick 4: 5d6 14

Day 1: One, Two, Three | Strike 1, Pick 4: 5d6 21

17 is what you gotta beat.

[Davelyn Sand]

The quick strike hit him cleanly and he had no armor on to protect himself, which usually would not be the case. The strike hit him right in a pressure point causing him to drop to a knee.

A grunt. "And that is why you wear armor," he says putting a hand up to concede and using his spear to stabilize himself.

[Alessia]

Alessia slid her blade back into place and offered a hand to the man knelt before her. "Armor would have only slown you down, Ser. A strike that accurate would have pierced your armor well," she said with no lacking confidence in her facts.

[Davelyn Sand]

He takes the hand.

"But it would have absorbed some of the blow allowing me a strike, and this spear hits quite heavily," he says with a shrug.

[Marqus Forrester]

Marqus watched their match with obvious interest as he moved to weapon drills with his longsword. They were both impressive with their chosen weapons, but the young woman was fast as a snake.

Speed vs armour, the age old question. Personally he figured she'd be in trouble against an armoured opponent, but that was his own bias. She certainly had skill.

Grabbing his shield he began to train in the manner of the North. It was pretty obvious he had Stark blood, to any who might have been familiar with them.

[Alessia]

Pulling him to his feet she answered, "Of course, that is assuming you manage to keep your focus on me well enough to manage such a thing while you drain into your suit."

[Davelyn Sand]

"Done it before," he says with a chuckle. "Shortsword in the gut." With that he patted himself on the left of his belly. "Not so hard to focus on surviving when you are bleeding out. Fear of meeting the gods is an excellent motivator."

[Alessia]

Alessia was a little less wordy with her response, merely rolling her eyes and looking over to the northern born. Calling over, "What do you think?"

[Marqus Forrester]

His face lit up when she called to him and he finished his training drill before walking over. "Strike first, strike last? I think you had him beat." A cheerful smile greeted both of them.

"It does play to your advantage, fighting an unarmoured opponent and starting in range. Ser...sorry, didn't catch either of your names, makes a fair point, but even so, I'd want to be wearing some bloody thick armour against a hit like that." He gave her a nod of admiration.

"You're only the second I've seen weilding two blades in the Braavosi style. Not something we see that often up North."

[Alessia]

"More is always better," she said with a softening tone that sounded almost mocking. Alessia glanced over to Davelyn, seeming to join the two in that. Then, back to Marqus, she asked, "How do I compare to the man you saw?"

[Davelyn Sand]

"You are incredibly skilled, and that does wonders for eliminating the advantage armor can give," he says with a nod. "But different styles are stronger at different times. Your style is great for a one on one duel, but when I'm expecting a battle I also have Qitam, my armor, and a heavy lance. More is better."

[Alessia]

Alessia merely rolled her eyes once again, crossing an arm over her chest and resting the hand on the hilt of her blade.

[Davelyn Sand]

"Hey, you can feel how you want. Doesn't change facts. If you want to you can face me at my best then you'd have something to brag about if you won." His smirk was teasing as he chuckled.