(1865-10-02) Uno Dos Trey
Uno Dos Trey
Summary: Trey… Atreis, easily downs Sebryna and then the second D'Lario, Renlar.
Date: 10-02-2014
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Players:
Atreis  Sebryna  Renlar  Jayne  Elrick  

Practice Firld
Practice Field.
10-02-1865

Atreïs is not entirely pleased to have to brief her contingent on their upcoming departure…. to Alasce, rather than back to the Wastes. They, on the other hand, are likely as not pleased as punch to be going someplace with real food, real beds, fine weather— but Trey has put a lot of effort into the defense of the North, and, while she wouldn't say anything openly against her new posting, she's presently taking it out on a training dummy in the yard, keeping her motions tight, conserving energy and focusing it into each blow.

Wanting to remain on top of her game, Sebryna takes the field at least once a day when not actually out in the field working. Taking a page from some of the other knights books, she has decided to come out for a little practice and had decided to drag her cousin along. "Just give me an hour.. at least. I have everything packed up and ready to go." They had their own orders and would be departing soon enough. With her armor on and her sword already in hand, she realizes they had not brought any training dummies of their own. So with Ren, she walks out and watches the Princess, curious about her skill.

Renlar makes his way, reluctantly, with Sebryna. The only bright spot he can see is where they go next. "Alright, if you must. Now if I could get in some joust practice," he tells her "Can you believe it? The King, sending us to Alasce! I was worried we would be sent to the North. At least I will have a real bed and real food and make the Tournament." He can't help but grin. "I hear word that Brennart may not be there, being sent with an army somewhere. I am betting that they don't want to see him get beat again." As they near the grounds of the practice field he pauses and sees the Princess beating the stuffing out of the practice dummy. "Maybe, well maybe we should try this at another time." He tells Sebryna as he points in that direction with a chin.

Atreïs clips the dummy with her blade's tip in a back-handed swing and then reins its impetus into a sharp turn to impale the thing, instead, a blow which would have lodged into her enemy's diaphragm if it had made its way through the armor. Unsatisfied that it woud have done so, she gives the blade a sharp pull in the direction whence it came, loosening it from the dummy's flank, then she steps back, observing the dummy as if it were possibly trying to tell her something. When her head turns, having noticed some new arrivals in steel at the side of the courtyard, it's almost a predatory gaze that lights upon them. But then the look lightens, as if remembering that she has no qualms with these good folk, and she gives them a casual nod from where she stands.

Wandering along the courtyard paths is the rather short figure of Jayne d'Bellet. The young woman is dressed in a gown of deep ocean blue silk. The square-necked dress offers a rather teasing view and a double string of pearls is worn against the skin oof her throat to compliment it. The dress is fitted hugging her curvy form and then loosening slightly to casacde down to the ground to cover her slipper clad feet. Her blonde hair is pulled up into a loose updo and fastened with elegant silver clips with pearls decorating them. She walks along by herself coming from the opposite direction as Sebryna and Renlar. When she spots them they both get a faint smile and a dip of her head. The sound of a knight training draws her eyes and she will study the woman as she practices with a look of interest. She starts over in that direction now her storm grey eyes meeting those of Renlar breifly as she makes her way past him and his company. Approching Atreis she will offer a low and graceful curtsey to the woman before settling on a nearby bench out of the way to watch her train. "I should have prepared better it seems. A dress is such a poor choice for sparring in after all." Her smile is playful and her eyes bright as she watches the other woman now.

"Do not be getting soft on me now, Renlar. I know you much prefer tournaments to battles.. but.." Sebryna lifts a shoulder. "I would rather it mean something other than glory." She gives him an indulgent smile, though her attention swiftly returns to the Princess. "No, I want to watch her. I want to spar her.." there is a touch of awe in her voice and she casts a grin at her cousin again. Upon seeing the newly approaching noble, she offers an equally polite nod in return though her attention is back on the princess. "Interested in a spar, Your Highness?" The challenge thrown out there.

"Soft, like that's going to happen. And you know my feelings on real fighting. Now the Joust!" Renlar cuts off his words. He looks to Sebryna "It's not glory, Sebryna. It's man against man and who ever is the better comes out on top. It is *the* true test of skills." He looks back to the Princess again "You what? You want to spar with her?" And then he hears her utter those words. A roll of his eyes "Then don't mind if I sit this one out." When Jayne approaches, Renlar smiles warmly and bows his head "My Lady," he greets.

Atreïs eases her back forward into a courtly enough bow to the shorter woman approaching her to offer a curtsey. "Lady Jayne," she greets her. She might not be the most involved in court politics of her sisters, but still manages to know most of their names— those of the Ladies, at least. Faces, hit or miss, at times, but she never forgets a rack. "The preparation is well lost when the dress is as lovely as yours," she assures her, straightening, once more, and then turning to meet the eyes of the other Lady thus suggesting a spar. "Shadow," she calls the Knight, as a matter of her own habit, by the byname earned on the field, as she permissively allows others who are knighted simply to call her by hers. "Come and meet me, then," she allows, stepping to square off and lift her blade in salute.

Dipping her head all proper and polite like, Sebryna bows to the Princess, a friendly, yet challenging smile worn. A quick glance is cast to her cousin and she winks. "I know Ren, it is who you are. And me? I have to spar the best so I can learn more from them. Never stop learning, that is me…" Approaching the Princess, she echoes the salute and takes a less defensive stance than normal, deciding to play it out for now, with just her blade lifted to counter the other's blade.

Jayne smiles softly as her name is spoken by the Princess. The compliment brings a slight blush of light pink to her cheeks and her expression is warm as she dips her head to the other woman. "Thank you Your Highness. I wish you the best of luck in this match." Those grey eyes look to Sebryna curiously and then flick back to Ateris with interest and admiration. Renlar's words are overheard and she looks to him with a warm smile now. "Well met my Lord. Would you care to watch with me?"

A roll of his eyes to Sebryna before he sweeps out his arm to show Sebryna the way "Be my guest, cousin." He bows deeply to the Princess "Your Highness," he says. His own gaze is a bit serious as he judges the two women before turning to Jayne "My Lady, I would be delighted," He motions to the small stands set for just this purpose "After you, by the by, I am Sir Renlar D'Lario. Though my cousin" he indicates Sebryna "has a few other choice names she calls me at times."

Atreïs matches blades evenly in the salute, then stalks forward, keeping her eyes almost locked on Sebryna's, that (in)famously dauntless countenance descending over her features as she goes into that sort of highly focused zone she tends to fight best in. When the first blow's incoming she parries it strongly with the base of her blade, near to the hilt, lifting her elbow for a brisk, powerful block— almost a punch— that will throw Sebryna's defenses wide and let her get a hard swing against the underside of the Shadow's ribs.

"A pleasure to meet you Sir Renlar. I am Lady Jayne d'Bellet." Jayne offers Renlar another smile and a nod before moving to take a seat near the front of the stands. His comment about having other names has her laughing lightly. "I do believe that is a custom of most families." She sits down just in time to see the first blows traded and her eyes widen a bit. There is some concern for Sebryna and a great deal of admiration for Atreis's skill. She glances at Renlar breifly and then looks back to the action. "Your cousin seems quite skilled Sir but the Princess is a formidable opponet. I don't suppose you like to wager?" She glances to him again her expression somewhat mischievious now.

Testing the Princess had been a bad idea, Sebryna had not assumed that it would begin with such a successful strike. It makes her double over briefly, of course it hurt! Even though it was a spar! "Well done," she allows, slowing her breath, taking the time to focus now that she knows what she is up against and the skill behind the blade. The others fade out of her vision and she concentrates on the Princess for now.

Renlar watches, seeing the swing of Sebryna and the expertly way that Atreis not only blocks but leaves Sebryna wide open for a counter attack. He winces even before the blow lands. Even from where he sits he can see the power in it. "That's has to hurt," he says softly. When Jayne introduces her self Renlar blinks "Oh, Lady Jayne, it is my pleasure meeting you." He laughs at the names and family "Her's are a bit more colorful than most. But," he looks to Sebryna and the bond they share may be told in that glance "She is everything to me. So I let her indulge in her names for me." Such a sacrifice he makes. He nods as his attention flits from the sparing and Lady Jayne "Sebryna is very skilled but I think she met her match in the Princess." He shakes his head "Or perhaps bitten off more than she can chew."

Atreïs backs off to let Sebryna recover from the blow, waiting until the Shadow gives her an indication that she's ready before moving in again. She shows no pleasure in the praise, no disappointment in Sebryna's efforts. Nothing, really. That's why they call her the Stonewall. But as Sebryna takes the defensive, Atreis is forced to make the first move, and she nods in a sort of tacit approval as her own blow is parried and a blow to her chest at least tapped agaisnt the armor. See, there's that training that got Sebryna her spurs.

Jayne watches Sebryna's reaction and response to that hit with a touch of concern as well. But when she continues to fight Jayne seems to relax watching eagerly to see what will happen next. Renlar's reply to her comment about familes and names has her smiling softly. "It is good to see such a strong bond between family members." She looks a touch wistful as she says this and she leans in slightly her hands folded neatly in the lap of her dress. She nods glancing to Renlar breifly. "I must agree with you on that. Even when one is skilled there is always a chance to face someone better..of course thats also how one learns as well." She smiles faintly now.

Intent on watching for each nuance of movement coming from the other Knight, Sebryna does manage to defend herself but then again so does the Princess. It leaves her almost in a vulnerable position but she hurriedly lifts her blade intending on blocking the next incoming blow with more speed so she could get a hit in, hopefully, before the Princess was prepared for it.. it is something she is aiming for.

Renlar takes his eyes off the sparring once he sees Sebryna lands a slight blow. He almost moves as she does, shifting a bit here and there. When Jayne comments on the bond he stills and looks to the Lady "She is more my sister. When I was laid up a few months ago she was always there. Even though it hurt she made me laugh." He looks at Jayne, really looks as his eyes meet her's "Yes, how true, My Lady. Now I, well there are few that beat me in my game." It's not a boast nor a brag that he says this, just a matter of fact "And you, My Lady, you," he indicates the sparring ring asking if she fights.

Atreïs meets Sebryna's defensive blade once more— but with sheer force of power to the blow slides her blade free of the block, sending it swinging down toward the ground, then back up in a return swing up into Sebryna's side, with quite a bit of power in those shoulders behind the motion.

Jayne smiles softly at Renlar her eyes meeting his for a moment now. "It certainly seems that you care for her and she you…I have no siblings of my own so I cannot say if that is the behavior of siblings or not. It is however how I would hope siblings act towards each other. You are blessed I should think." She glances back to the fighting with interest as more blows are exchanged. "I can handle a blade and a hand cannon. I am no knight but I do well enough…I am certain I would be outmatched in this company though perhaps I could at least hold my own for a time." As another hit is struck by the Princess Jayne watches Sebryna with interest to see if she can keep fighting still. It seems unlikely at this point though.

Smaller than Atreis, though not that it matters much, Sebryna was not quick enough. Her moves were slow, her defense down as she had been dedicated to the attempt to be quick. When the blade hits her with such a powerful force, she stumbles backwards a few steps before collapsing on the ground, stunned, muttering an epithet not polite around the present company. Forcing herself to her feet, she is forced to cede. She bows her head and offers a tentative smile. "Thank you, Your Highness. I could think of none better to kick my ass than you."

His head tilts as Jayne speaks and the smile warms "Yes, you are very correct, Lady Jayne, I am blessed with the bond we have. I hadn't thought of it in those terms but it fits perfectly." His brows arch "Oh really," he starts "I am impressed. I have just received three long cannons, though I know not how to use them. But a trainer was provided with them so I am guessing I will learn." He gives the Princess a look and nods "I think there are very few that would fit the bill ov being outmatched with Her Highness. She is swift, like a cat yet powerful as a bear. Very impressive." Even when Renlar sees the slight move of Sebryna he knows what she is going to do. He can also guess what the outcome will be. He is so tempted to yell out, but that wouldn't be proper would it "No," he says loud enough over the din of the other's practicing. To late, the attack by his cousin is blocked and the return swing is made. A bigger grimace is made and he shakes his head "Yea, she is gonna feel that for a few days."

Atreïs sheathes the practice blade once it really looks like Sebryna's either not going to get up, or else is probably going to have to yield once she does so. She'll head over there and offer a hand up, at least. And, lo and behold, when Sebryna's upright again, the stonewall has crumbled away into a knowing smile. "At least you hit me," she offers with a tilt of her head, using her other hand to draw back her helm and get some air to wash over her features, where her dark blonde hair is stuck in winding locks with sweat to her face, what of it has come loose from her braids over the course of the day. "You obviously earned your spurs well. Another day, perhaps One will be better in your favor."

Jayne watches with interest as Sebryna yields. She smiles softly at both of the women and then looks back to Renlar raising a brow and looking interest at the mention of long cannons. "That sounds like a fine prize to receive indeed. If you would like someone to help you practice I would be glad to help…provided your trainer doesn't mind this?" She looks back to Atreis and Sebryna and one of her hands reach up brushing a stray curl back out of her face. "That was well fought, both of you did quite well." She smiles warmly glancing to Renlar breifly to see what he thinks.

A brow arches up as the offer is made by Jayne "Truly?" Renlar asks about the help "You would do this?" His smile remains and he bows his head "I would love to have you help me, My Lady. I fear I need all the help I can get." Then he chuckles "It was a grand prize indeed. Though I have looked at them I have not dared to even lift one out of it's case. I have run my hands over them. The workmanship is astounding." He sees the stray lock of hair pushed back before he looks at the two sparring partners "Yes, you both did very well." Then there is a mischievous look as he settles on the Princess "If Your Highness wouldn't mind perhaps you could give another lesson to another D'Lario?"

"I am impressed with your skill, Your Highness. I have heard stories of your skill and now I feel it first hand." The smile Sebryna wears is somewhat enigmatic. "I can truly and honestly say I am glad your hand is fighting out the side of our Kingdom." Her smile curves wider and she offers another bow.. half bow, for her abdomen is hurting pretty bad. "I will just be over her," dying. "Thank you again, Highness." Looking back to the words from Jayne, she inclines her head and moves to lean against a pole. "Thank you, my lady." She watches Ren though, when he makes the offer, a wary look given him.

"Please, Shadow. We have both been squired and we have both been spurred, and we fight for our Kingdom together. Call me Stonewall, or, if you shy away from familiarity, Sir Atreïs," the Stonewall directs toward Sebryna more overtly the mark of comraderie and solidarity she shows so commonly among knights of the land. When Sebryna goes to sit down, she nods, then, narrowing her eyes at the cousin, he gives him a nod, unsure as to his byname, if he has one. "Stand to," she beckons him, ready to give him a salute.

Jayne nods to Renlar smiling faintly a look of amusement in her eyes. "Truly. I will be glad to help you and in exchange perhaps one day you will offer to help me." She watches as Renlar offers to gives the Princess a new challenge she leans forward a bit her interest showing as she watches them both. Sebryna gets a glance and a warm smile as Jayne's dips her head to the woman before looking back to the sparring session that is about to begin. Her eyes follow both Renlar and the Princess carefully observing thier movement and style of fighting with fasination.

"Help you, My Lady? Help you with what?" Renlar asks then waves it off "It would be my honor to be of any aid you may need, Lady Jayne." Renlar stands and bows "You honor me, Your Highness," he says as he removes his sword belt and hands it, the scabbord and the sword to Sebryna "Just to hold, cousin," he kids her and gives a wink. He moves over to where the practice blades are neatly kept in a row, his fingers run over them, once or twice he picks one up only to return it right away. He looks to the Princess and then selects a good solid practice pole arm. "I hope you do not mind, Your highness," he shrugs "But it is my weapon of choice."

Atreïs quirks a brow at the choice of weapons. "You'll have the benefit of reach on me," she considers, instinctively drawing into a more cautious posture as she faces off against him. In some conflicts, reach is life or death, and she knows that well enough. "But I don't mind a challenge. I salute you, sir," she narrates even as she does so.

"Stonewall," Sebryna agrees to it immediately, a smile flickering over her lips, unable to keep the admiration out of her eyes as she watches the Princess accepting her cousins challenge as well. To the Lady, she glances towards briefly again. "Sebryna D'Lario." Offering her name.

"Jayne d'Bellet, its a pleasure to meet you." Jayne replies offering her name as well as a smile as she glances back to Sebryna. Looking back she raises a brow as the polearm is selected and waits eagerly to see who will win this match. Her gaze follows the Princess and those grey eyes widen as a solid hit is struck. Jayne's lips turn upwards into a lighthearted grin as she continues to watch.

Renlar salutes the Princess "And I you, Your Highness" and then takes a fighting stance. "Indeed I do have the reach but I do think you have the skill and the speed that should negate any advantage I might have." He moves, circling in a cautious way, trying to see an opening. His face is a poker face, blank. Only when he swings the polearm in a back hand at an opening he saw. But the opening wasn't there long and not nearly long enough for his swing. The blow to his chest was open and he paid for being so lax. A hand goes to it and rubs, rustling the maile, "I think this is going to be a repeat of the last lesson, Your Highness." Even with the pain that is radiating out into his limbs he smiles and begins circling again looking for an opening.

There's no parrying a polearm, really, not unless you want to put yurself in grave danger of getting cut in half. And so Trey's whole stance changes— she holds her blade parallel to the ground rather than to her body, ready to strike if she can get past the swing. And so she does, shoving her heels against the dirt of the courtyard to shove herself forward rather than back, ducking beneath the great weapon and then pushing herself back up to bring her blade hard against the side of his ribs and then past him, pivoting to face him off again, keeping low, watching that weapon.

Renlar can only blink at the speed that Atreis moves with. "I have never, so fast" he starts but never finishes. For he has once more seen an opening and now doesn't wait for the swing to fully develop but moves as fast as he is able, throwing caution to the wind. If he gets hit, he gets hit but he wants to hit as well. He feels his weapon strike home as he too continues on past Atreis, turning on cross over feet. Her blade comes and just in time he throws up a shoulder to deflect the blade up and over. He now finds himself in a crouch and thus swings for her legs in an attempt to trip her up. With out those legs stopped this will be a fast fight with him loosing.

Atreïs thought she saw an opening back behind that polearm, but she doesn't make it, taking the blow to her chest and backing off again, swinging wide, bouncing on the balls of her feet, keeping light, keeping moving, though she sure felt that last one. Once out of range she gets herself back into position, defensive, weaving with her shoulders, starting with her knees.

Renlar feels his swing make contact about the same time he feels her blade striking at his neck. A hand goes there quickly as he backs up, gaining some needed breathing room, but finds no blood. He grins "Trying to take my head off already, Your Highness?" He goes on the prowl now, watching her feet and the way she balances on the balls of them. How she moves with all that armor and still strike as accurately as she does "Amazing," he mutters. He moves the polearm, turning it and twisting it as he looks for another opening.

Atreïs can't get past this polearm a second time for the life of her, the huge weapon keeping her largely at bay, even as she twists out of the way of the worst of each blow, taking them glancingly but rattlingly against her breastplate. He may have time to banter, but it's like talking to a Stonewall, that stalwart expression masking just how hard her mind's at work trying to find a way past that polearm. Finally she just sort of hangs back, drawing him out, waiting for him to attack, seeing if he'll show her an opening.

A spot is seen, not much of one as the Princess will not allow any to remain for but a moment. It's the only shot that Renlar has, so he takes it. But only air is found and thus carries him out of his planned route. The hit on his arm sends needles running all the way to the tips of his fingers to the shoulder and neck. He has to shake his left hand, trying to get something of a normal feeling in them as he crosses one foot over the other. Searching, waiting. "Nice shot, Your Highness, felt that all the way to the bone." He may talk but he is looking, searching. Another opening and he goes for it.

Having already been Stonewall'd herself Sebryna remains leaning against the post watching her cousin and the Princess sparring. There is frank admiration in her eyes as she studies the two, seeing how evenly matched they were for the most part. She remains silent, though she listens and she attempts to learn by example.

Yeah, that worked better. Trey just lets that giant weapon carry Renlar straight past her, putting all her energy into keeping out of the way of the blade until he's well past and the impetus will make it hard for him to turn, then— a firm strike to the arm, and she's darting past again, coming into position behind him and waiting for him to ready himself and turn toward her once more, nodding her head once in a silent acknowledgement of his words, staying back, letting him do the work.

Another miss by Renlar and as he pushes back the tip of her blade scraps his armor. The sweat is dripping down his face and into his eyes. His breathing comes with a struggle as he continues to stalk the lightening fast cat before him. "That one would have hurt," Renlar says as he takes in vast quantities of air "if it had hit solidly." Taunting a bit perhaps. He still circles. But mid movement he quickly reverses directions, no longer going from right to left but as fast as his feet move he is going to his right. The long polearm of his follows and swings, searching for that open side of Atries.

Atreïs will not be distracted, nor taunted into a more reckless attack. She's more disciplined than that. The words meet just as stalwart a wall as the words of praise from earlier, and she keeps her attention focused on his motions, trying her best to follow him as he pivots.

It was either the reverse of direction that did it or perhaps he did get a little past that wall of her's. Ren feels the solid blow of his weapon and easily steps out of the reach of her's. He will wait for her to be ready, giving her time to collect her self if needed. Though beneath the helm he wears there is a smile before he blows upwards with his breath to try to get some of the sweat from his eyes. "Ouch," he says to his hit as he waits for her reaction. Once satisfied that the fight shall continue he begins moving again. A dance between the two, other's near by have stopped and are now watching. Little dust clouds follow each of his footfalls. He searches again, looking, watching the whole of her as they move together.

That was it— it's hard enough to step past a polearm, that swift pivot made her opening into a pit of pain, the armor crunching at her side and now likely in need of some repairs before she heads off to Alasce. She salutes him as he doesn't press the attack, but gives her a moment to recover her senses, easing her weight onto her back foot and bending her knees, ready to move.

Jayne sits quietly watching with avid interest as Atreis and Renlar spar with each other. Her eyes widen slightly with each hit that is struck and the excitement she feels shows in those dark grey grey orbs as well. She leans forward a bit more smoothing out the silk skirt of her ocean blue dress. Sebryna is given a breif glance but most of her attention is on the sparring match at the moment.

Renlar is getting tired, there is no mistaking that. "Lets finish this," he says softly and begins his attacks. Already three are planned as he has had time to study her. He moves in, a swing on his backhand catches nothing but air but he also dances away from her sword. At the same time he uses everything he has to bring the long weapon back and a forehand shot to her sword hand is aimed. He misses and though he knew if he did he would be open, he feels the full blow of that sword of Atreis. But he doesn't wait, he can feel the pain later and another back hand swing is taken, trying to slow those damned feet of her's down. It's his only hope. He connects, and quickly turns about to move the other direction away from her sword. His breathing comes ragged, his chest hurts like, well hell. And still they dance, the Tournament Knight and the Warrior Princess.

Atreïs all but switches places with Renlar in three swift motions, dodging past, bringing her blade down onto his shoulder when she's too close into him for his longer weapon to be effective, then finding herself clipped from behind her calf, almost tripped, but for that she jumps backward in a one-two step, letting her ankle smart where it was stricken but still finding herself on foot. Slowed down, but on foot. She gives him his space; she's tired, too, but she's going to make him work to reach her, conserve her energy.

Jayne can't seem to look away from the dance that Atreis and Renlar perform so skillfully. Her eyes follow each move and blow looking quite impressed. When it looks like the Princess may win a warm smile appears on the Lady's lips as she waches, eagerly waiting to see who will win this.

The fight continues, the two have been locked in this duel for some time. Ren's feet slow while to him Atreis seems to go faster. The beating he has taken is taking it's toll. Hands barely hold on to the shaft, each gasping breath causes more pain from his chest. It is the attack on his left arm, again, that causes the weapon to fall to the dirt. Ren looks at it, then to the Princess. There comes a mufffled laugh before he reaches up his gauntleted glove and removes his helm. Black hair is plastered to his head and sweat rolls down his face. He can't help but grin. A bow to Atreis, deep and as low as his chest will allow. He holds it there when he says "I yield, Your Highness." His head may be down but his eyes cut upwards and he looks to the one called Stonewall.

Atreïs gives him space enough to retrieve his weapon from the dirt, if he wants it. But, seeing that he doesn't, she pushes back her own helm and sheathes the weapon in her hand yet again, the stony look in her eye brightening into something lively and mirthful as she lets her war mask down, breaks into a smile. "About time. One more blow like the one you delivered and I'd have been on the ground. How did you twist such a large weapon about so swiftly? I never saw it coming."

Renlar only laughs "Your words do me more honor that I am worth, Your Highness. I was only trying to keep up with you which was proving to be near impossible. I can say with out a doubt that I have never seen one move as swiftly as you. Not to mention how any opens you gave me closed as fast as they were seen." He bends down and picks up his weapon, the effore gets a groan from him. He looks at her once more and that grins returns "My words, praise or taunt, never reached you did they?" Renlar asks before he will head over to where Sebryna and Jayne wait. He looks again at the Princess and chuckles "That, Your Highness, was fun. But lets not do it again any time soon, shall we?" Again he laughs as he tosses the weapon to one of the boys that stand by, his helm is set on the stand and gloves are removed before he runs his fingers through sweat drenched hair.

It appears that Elrick is taking one final walk in the cancel courtyards before retiring for the night and departing Lyoiness, appearing from the front gates. He dressed in the formal attire that has a martial cut instead of armor, showing that he is not here for sparring. The activity in the yard though attracts the d'Tremaine's attention, some faces he recognizes.

Jayne rises gracefully from her seat and claps her hands lightly but still rather excitedly as Renlar yields. She steps down from the small stands where she had been sitting. "Well fought. That was quite fun to watch. You both did very well…you especially Your Highness." The d'Bellet Lady and heiress offers a polite curtsey and a warm smile to them both before glancing around breifly as if debating what she should do now. She spots Elrick and will offer him a nod of her head before looking back to those nearby.

Still leaning against the pole, Sebryna is holding the sidhe-steel weapon rather protectively and when Ren heads over she looks between him and the princess. "It was a good fight." Watching Atreis go brings her to see Elrick and she smiles, calling him over. "Sir Elrick, we were exchanging spars.. are you interested?' Had she not learned her lesson!? Still, there is a challenge to her eyes as she regards him, not knowing when to say when, perhaps."

Renlar turns to the Lady Jayne and bows his head "Thank you My Lady. I agree, she fought very well." Renlar has his back to the approaching Elrick and does not see him. He looks to his cousin "It was a good fight, I was surprised it lasted as long as it did." Only when Sebryna calls out does he turn, leaning against the rail that separates the small stands to the sparing field, does he spot Elrick. To tired to move, to beat up to do much of anything he nods his head "Sir Elrick, good to see you once again." When Sebryna asks about sparing he looks at her and groans "Really, you want to go again?"

It would be improper for Elrick to walk off on his own now seeing that he has been acknowledged, so the knight approaches the group. A respectful incline of the d'Tremaine's head is offered in return to Jayne before he gives Sebryna a grin, "I'm afraid I am not appropriately dressed to spar, so it is with much regret that I must decline." Then he looks over to Renlar and chuckles, "So you were her Highness's victim this time, eh, Sir Renlar? Also, I did not get a chance to properly congratulate you for being the Champion of that Tourney in Kentaire. Now my pride is not as sore for losing to the Champion when we faced each other in the joust."

Hearing the groan, Sebryna is amused and she gives Renlar a gentle nudge and a warm smile filled with affection. "You know me, I always have to challenge the best. He outlasted me in the tournament in Four Corners, if I could learn something from him that would be well worth getting myself beat again." When Elrick approaches she allows her gaze to settle on him with curiosity in the depths of her eyes. "I quite understand, Sir, perhaps before the next tournament?"

Jayne smiles watching Sebryna and Renlar interact. She glances around breifly once again before she speaks. "I do believe I should be on my way now. It was a pleasure meeting you Sir Renlar and you as well Sir Sebryna. I hope we meet again sometime." She gives them both a smile dropping into a curtsey before turning to go and make her way from the courtyard.

Renlar gladly takes a drink of water offered by one of the many pages that work the grounds. He nods to the lad and ruffles his hair before the lad can scurry off. He listens to the decline of the offer from Sebryna before Elrick's words turn to him. Roaring with laughter he nods "Indeed I was the victim. A valuable training it was too. I look forward to another," he rubs his chest and feigns pain "Just not any time soon." He listens to the rest of the words then bows his head, slightly closing his eyes momentarily "Thank you, Sir Elrick. Kind words spoken by an honorable Knight, no one of my stature could ask for better. Thank you, Sir. We had a good ride, that is for certain. I thought it could go either way." Then he grins "Besides you hit like a," he glances and yes there are ladies around "You hit hard, Sir." Ren shakes his head at Sebryna, mirth lights up his eyes and he mumbles something about glutton and Punishment. "I don't, I've learned enough today. I want to get this maile off me and an ale in me." He looks up to the Lady Jayne, his eyes meeting her's "You have to leave, now My Lady?" There is a look of disappointment as she announces she must leave "If you must, then you must. I pray that we meet again and the sooner the more pleasurable it will be. I do promise that the next time I won't be covered in sweat and smell like a horse after a long run." He bows to her, his eyes coming to meet her's once again.

"Perhaps, if the One wills it, Lady Sir. I am departing Lyioness tomorrow," Elrick says with a nod, knowing that to make a promise of sparring with Sebryna in the future may be something he may not commit to yet. "I am returning home, to muster for forces of House d'Tremaine." His attention then shifts to Renlar as the other knight compliments his fighting abilities, "Thank you Sir, it was indeed a good tilt. Six passes, not many can claim to do have experienced that." When Jayne speaks of leaving, Elrick inclines his head to her respectfully once more, "My Lady."

Jayne pauses meeting Renlar's eyes a moment. "Unfortunately yes, I must make some arrangements before I return home. I will be present at the Tourney in Alasce so if you plan to attend that I am certain we will meet again. And I find myself looking forward to it in fact." She smiles at him quite warmly and then with a polite nod to both Elrick and Sebryna she turns back around and saunters off and out of the courtyard.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, My Lady," Sebryna offers to Jayne when she curtsies. Offering a bow of her head in return, it is as much as she can offer as she is armored up. "Perhaps we will meet again soon." Looking back at Ren as he does what Ren does when he speaks to other women, she gives him a flash of a patient smile and a quick roll of her eyes. Probably a look he had seen on her before. The vagueness from the d'Tremaine is met with a curious tilt of her brow. "I understand, Sir. Should our paths cross at an opportune time then possibly then."

With a laugh to Elrick "And nor do I wish to claim to want to do it again Sir. Six passes. I wasn't sure what would give out first, my horse or myself," Renlar says with a wink. He looks at Sebryna clutching, with all her worth, his sword belt that has been wrapped around the scabbord and blade. He reaches for it "Uhm, Sebryna, my sword." He wiggles his fingers to her. "Thank you for watching it." He saw the roll of her eyes, he knew it was coming, and has that "What?" look on his face. Though he does watch Lady Jayne depart before he looks back to Elrick "I had hoped to have an ale or two with you, Sir Elrick. My cousin has spoken to me a number of times of you. I would like to have the chance to get to know you as she has described on a number of occasions."

"Same here, the arm that held the lance felt like lead after our tilt was over, Sir Renlar." Elrick says with an amused grin as he recalls their six passes. He then watches the exchange between cousins, laughing, "If I held a blade like that, I wouldn't surrender it so easily either." As for the ales, the d'Tremaine knight can only nod, "I am sure we will be able to share those ales, Sir, and the spar as well, Lady Sir," Addressing both d'Lario knights, "But duty calls me to the North first, that is why I am mustering my House's forces. We are to join up with our Liege, House al'Callenta and face the barbarians."

Reluctantly, Sebryna releases the deathgrip she has on the sidhe-steel sword housed in his belt. Well, it was false reluctance anyway as she gives him a good natured smile. "Sure, sure.." Though… hearing what he says to Elrick she can do nothing but gape at him. "What?!" Incredulous, she looks at him with those wide eyes. "Sir Elrick.. he is.." Lying! And indeed he is, but a sly look comes across her face and she practically purrs as she turns back to Elrick. "Oh he is right," she murmurs softly, lying through her teeth as she walks her first two fingers up his chest to place her index finger on his chin and look from his lips to his eyes. "I have spoken of you. A lot, Sir Elrick." Standing on her tip toes she removes her fingers and places her lips on his chin in the briefest kiss ever possible before turning to Ren. "Thank you for breaking the ice for me." There is a challenge in her eyes, both brows lifted.

Ren can only laugh at the talk of the Joust. "I know what you mean, Sir for I was the same." Then he laughs louder with perhaps a slight touch of worry mixed in there as well. He looks between Elrick and Sebryna "Please sir, do not give her any ideas. I already have my hands full with her." He kids Sebryna as they do most times when they are together. The laughter dies and he nods at the mention of forces heading to the North "Then I wish you the One's protection, Sir. I pray that it is an exercise to be able to see the country side and nothing more." There is a pause before Renlar adds "Be safe." Taking the sword from Sebryna he can't help but grin as she stammers at his telling of her. but it seems that plan backfired as she turns the tables right around on him. He gives her that look. Quickly followed with a "What the hell have I done now" look. "Uhm, yes." He seems a bit flustered "I should be getting a bath and some better clothes." He bows to Elrick, "Again, be safe Sir." To Sebryna "I have a room for you at the Inn," he pauses "Right across from mine." Where he can *talk* to her later.

Elrick can only be amused by Sebryna's rather vivid reaction to what Renlar had said, at least her initial reaction before she changes her tune. When she becomes rather… playful, the d'Tremaine can only remain still, perhaps in shock or seeing just how far her teasing would go. And how far she went was a definite surprise to the knight, his response publicly appropriate of course as he manages a grin in return, a well behaved one. "I… thank you, My Lady, for the kind words that I am sure you have shared with your cousin." When Renlar moves to make his departure, Elrick inclines his head respectfully to the other knight, "Thank you sir, I will be safe and if the barbarians attempt to delay my return, I will ensure to teach the them the error of their ways, in the most painful manner."

Watching Ren, Sebryna is already regretting her outburst, but that cannot be helped. "I am going to the Inn from here, Ren. I will let you know once I have arrived." She offer him a smile before watching him leave. Only then does she look back at the d'Tremaine. "Forgive me." There is still amusement in her eyes and her lips twitch. "I just thought it.. necessary. I hope I did not embarrass you."

Elrick had suspected that her teasing was more of an act intended for her cousin, and her words now confirms it as he laughs again, "Nothing to forgive, and no, I was not embarrassed. Surprised yes, but not embarrassed. It seems like you would go to great lengths to make your point, eh?" He looks off in the direction of the gate, "Sadly I should be departing soon too, I need to get my things in order in preparation for the ride home tomorrow."

Considering him a moment, Sebryna does not bother looking abashed when the feeling simply was not there. "Perhaps. I feel strongly about things and I spare little time for anything that not is as blunt as I am. My cousin, he is the only one I tolerate it from but only because I love him." She grins and nods as he dismisses himself. "I wish you all of the luck you can manage to surround yourself with, Sir and I hope when"

Considering him a moment, Sebryna does not bother looking abashed when the feeling simply was not there. "Perhaps. I feel strongly about things and I spare little time for anything that not is as blunt as I am. My cousin, he is the only one I tolerate it from but only because I love him." She grins and nods as he dismisses himself. "I wish you all of the luck you can manage to surround yourself with, Sir and I hope when we meet at the tourney, we do not meet until the finals." With a quick flash of a cocky grin, she bows her head. "I will be on my way as well."

"I would gladly accept the luck as a second layer of armor, and I too pray that this little show of force ends quickly, and without much bloodshed, quick enough that I would be able to attend the tourney in time." And in good enough shape as well to participate of course. Elrick's mind is already too focused on the road ahead, and what he will say to his father, then to lead men into battle, into death if need. "Until we meet again, Lady Sir, and if I do not make it to the Tourney, I wish you the best of luck, and that you triumph over your cousin if you two are in the finals." He says the last bit with a wink, before turning to depart.

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