#medjai reader

They were proud warriors of the sands, dedicating their entire lives to protect the City of the Dead and ensure that those who were buried there remained there and undisturbed. Though, a certain Englishman had been able to swoon the heart of one of these Medjai and thus, resulted in the birth of [Name]. She had been raised to embrace both of her heritages as an Englishwoman and a Medjai, as evident by the tattoos that dawned her face. 

Caesar had found her to be quite an interesting one. Skilled with both blades and words, able to find a path to victory and secure it. Speedwagon had told Caesar that he had taught her everything she knew that was not Medjai related -as that was her mother’s right to teach- and that has helped her just as much as her Medjai skills. Though, she was quite -how could he put it?- cold. The woman was proud of her heritage but also very defensive of it. Caesar recalled their first meeting when he insulted the Medjai for being part of the reason his grandfather was killed and her blade was pressed against his throat faster than he could have blinked. 

There was this glint in her [Eye colour] eyes that dared him to insult her people again to see what she would do. It was only because of her high respect for her father, Speedwagon, that she stopped and apologised, though the apology was more aimed at her father rather than Caesar. 

With her close relationship with Joseph, she acted more of a body-guard than a sibling in his eyes. Though, there were moments where she allowed this stone wall around her to crumble, and expose a glimmer of childish antics, such as when Joseph tried to fit as many bean buns as he could in his mouth. [Name] had asked what the two were doing and Caesar told her, 

“Only eighteen so far?” she asked with a brow raised, “Make it to twenty and I might be impressed.” That challenge pushed Joseph to accept it and try to fit another two in his mouth. And failed. It was one of the few times Caesar saw her smile, not a big wide smile but a soft, genuine smile that made his heart flutter against his chest like a trapped butterfly. 

However, when it came to sparring with each other, she was nothing short of serious about it all. Her attacks were fast and powerful, showing little restraint even though it was only a sparring match. She had told him that the Medjai trained this way, 

“If I was a true opponent, I would not show mercy, therefore, you should not show mercy either.” That was what she told him. Lisa Lisa had allowed this type of training between her three pupils as it did aid them in battle. Another thing Caesar had learnt about [Name] during these sparring matches, she knew Hamon at an incredible level. Her control of her breathing challenged his own, as did her Hamon. The Medjai clan taught her a great many things and Hamon was one of them. The power he felt behind each strike she landed was enough for him to understand that she has spent a large portion of her life learning these techniques. Perhaps he had misjudged the Medjai after all? 

Her foot slammed down on his chest, knocking the wind from his lungs and holding him there. A neutral expression painting her delicate yet cold features. “Caesar, I am beginning to believe that you enjoy this.” she spoke bluntly, [Eye colour] eyes taking in his defeated form on the ground and making him shiver by the look. The blonde Italian only smirked up at her, emerald green eyes locking with hers for a moment. 

“As I am thinking you’re enjoying it just as much.” he shot back at her, throwing her almost off guard by how her eyes widened slightly at the flirt. With a small head shake, she removed her foot and allowed him to stand again. 

“Just try again. If I was your enemy-” she started but was cut off by the blonde male, 

“You wouldn’t show mercy, I am aware of this.” Before she could turn away, Caesar grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her back to him, a light smirk on his lips at the surprised look in her eyes. “So why have you been going lighter on me recently, mio caro?” Their bodies were held close together to the point where Caesar could perfectly trace the patterns of her tattoos on her cheek bones and forehead that all Medjai had. 

A softness flickered across her eyes for a second before a sudden spark of Hamon shot from her hand as she struck his chest, knocking him back down. “Then perhaps I should being more rougher with you, Caesar.” Even though her voice held a light seriousness to it, there was the light smile that tugged at her lips at that. Caesar only grinned and pushed himself back onto his feet, his posture ready for her next attack.