(edited RP with Dorbei Ura. Thank you!) Dorbei let go of his blade as he stepped back. He watched her knee strike whiz by him then turned on a heel, lifting a foot into the air and attempted to kick her while she was recovering. Immediately upon landing, Kharma lowered herself. That instinct had kept her from being attacked. She turned at him and backed up. Seemingly more alive and much less blighted than before,Β she tossed him his blade back, and waited for his next attack. <"Giving me a chance?"> he asked at her seemingly cocky move. He wasn't going let up. Dorbei dashed at her, attempting to strike once more. Kharma Kha did not reply with words. With perfect timing, she stepped aside from him, dodging the attack. As she moved, she brought her body around in attempt to shove him farther than his natural momentum took him. The Ura was pushed father and started to trip over his own two feet. He does trip, landing upon the ground. He sighed for a second, then huffed. Despite all his training, he wasn't a match for her. He slowly rose and dust himself off. He was still but he was quiet. Kharma then spoke. "<Your weapon would slow me down. It is not my way, but yours. And... you are impaired,>" she looked to his sheathed sword. "<You are unable to fight fully as a usual opponent.>" Dorbei Ura was still as ever. Then she could see it in his eyes, a burning hatred. He disliked feeling weaker like he couldn't protect himself. All his work would have been for nothing. He dashed with a strike after the match. Kharma Kha had stood her ground, practically welcoming the attack as she made no attempt to dodge. Her eyes did not leave his. They reflected something, but not anger.Β Kulain Qalli pushed herself to her feet and trilled a long and sharp note to the two sparring, "<βͺIt is done.βͺ>" Dorbei stopped mid strike causing the dirt to erupt from the ground. He sighed as the feeling was there, but the Khatun order's were absolute. His blade was...shaking.Β <"I don't know which is funnier....A miner who dreamed of learning the blade but yet not having the body of a warrior, dreaming of match those in strength. Or that exact miner realizing ten moons later that no matter how train that miner will ever get. He will never match one with natural talent. Stick to mining rocks boy... They told me when I was a child. I was often picked on because of it."> "<Natural,>" her tail flicked with a bit of anger. "<You deem this Natural? Your training is not as mine was. When you are beaten every sun for many moons, You have no choice but to endure... THEN You may wallow in self-pity.>" <"No. But that made you stronger in ways that I can't even compare to."> "<Believe in what you want to be true. Do not stop not matter what it may seem.>" Kharma turned to look at Jehanne and Kulain, obviously concerned with their quarrel.Β <"I....I won't. But I do tire of being weak and defenseless."> Dorbei Ura put his katana where it belonged.Β
