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You look at the humble clothes stands and food stands. Many people could be seen bargaining prices or happily chatting with the vendors around the market. Nothing of interest appeared to be happening, and it appeared to be a normal, busy day at the market.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=72396&page=20#191 Author: Murph Time Posted: 4/1/2019 at 7:05 PM (Don't forget to quote) You look at the humble clothes stands and food stands. Many people could be seen bargaining prices or happily chatting with the vendors around the market. Nothing of interest appeared to be happening, and it appeared to be a normal, busy day at the market.

(Side note: I use Phoenix for his name nowadays as a monicker *nickname thingy* so yeah....if i accidenlty put that just ignore it and know i mean Nicote)

Nicote boredly started walking around.

You go up onto the deck of the ship where busy sailors were doing their jobs, and some of the others on board who were traveling were sitting around. You look around for anyone who looks like a fighter, and easily pick out a few, who you assume to be fighters based off their scarred appearance and intimidating demeanor.

The first you saw had the most interesting scars, like lightning struck them or they were scorched by various flames, though some of the lines appeared purple, green, and blue. She wore a longer cloak and was looking out to the sea, mumbling to herself

The second seemed to be a hand to hand fighter based on their larger stature and large muscles, he had his arms crossed, and seemed to not be paying attention to the world around him.

The third was clearly some sort of noble sword fighter, made obvious by her well decorated clothes and the rapier in the belt at her side. She stood with her head to the sky and her arms behind her back.

You didnt see Prince Qillorik or Oriah anywhere, but you knew they were probably on deck somewhere out of your sights. The boat seemed to be a very safe environment, so the chances of Qillorik being attacked or assassinated were considerably low

You go up onto the deck of the ship where busy sailors were doing their jobs, and some of the others on board who were traveling were sitting around. You look around for anyone who looks like a fighter, and easily pick out a few, who you assume to be fighters based off their scarred appearance and intimidating demeanor.

The first you saw had the most interesting scars, like lightning struck them or they were scorched by various flames, though some of the lines appeared purple, green, and blue. She wore a longer cloak and was looking out to the sea, mumbling to herself

The second seemed to be a hand to hand fighter based on their larger stature and large muscles, he had his arms crossed, and seemed to not be paying attention to the world around him.

The third was clearly some sort of noble sword fighter, made obvious by her well decorated clothes and the rapier in the belt at her side. She stood with her head to the sky and her arms behind her back.

You didnt see Prince Qillorik or Oriah anywhere, but you knew they were probably on deck somewhere out of your sights. The boat seemed to be a very safe environment, so the chances of Qillorik being attacked or assassinated were considerably low

Leto avoided those doing their jobs and looked carefully at the one mumbling to herself, she most likely would treat her to words she did not understand and would dislike to be disturbed. As for the one with the sword.. she was at such a disadvantage against a rapier with her bakh nakh, getting close enough to get a hit in would be hard.

She turned her attention to the second. A hand to hand. They were equal in style, she could learn something to help with her own tactics. She headed over, pushing her hair back, before bowing her head, "Hello, Sir and Master of your trade..." it was the most formal greeting she could muster.

The large man looked down at you. He was considerably taller than you and seemed to think about what you said for a few seconds.

*Master of my trade?* he said in a gravelly voice, a small smirk on his face. *Youre a pretty formal one, arent ya?* he asked with a chuckle, clearly not used to being greeted formally. *What exactly are you looking for from me, child* he asked bluntly, cocking his head as he looked down at you

"Alright... lets go find an area where we'll be out of the way, I'm not doing anything right now, we got as much time as we need... until your master needs you again, that is" He tells you, standing up straight and dropping his arms to his side.

"My name is Anjox, I'm kinda a traveling martial arts performer... my moves are all real and definitely dangerous, but they're usually just used for staged fights for show, nobles always love when some blood is drawn at their dinner parties" He said, flexing his muscles.

He lead you to an open area on the deck where no one was currently wandering or doing any work in.

"Want me to show you some moves first, or should we just start going right now and figure things out as we go?" He asked you, getting into a fighting stance.

*Okay... my fighting style isnt very an offensive style of fighting, its more for defense, though I do know quite a few offensive strategies* Anjox explained. *Since youre a smaller person, I think it would be best for you to learn how to shift the flow of someones energy rather than take them down face-on* he began to say, reaching a hand out and grabbing one of her wrists tightly, beginning to demonstrate one of his moves.

*When someone grabs you like this, its much harder to pull away, and even if you can, they can just grab you again, so what you want to do is* He began to explains, using his free hand to push forward, then put your other hand on the wrist grabbing you. *now twist your hand free like that and close my fist with it, and then throw my arm to the side* he tells you, moving you through the motions and rolling onto the wooden deck to avoid doing any real damage to his arm.

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