Uncouth T-Rex gave me permission.
The post has some minor sexual references, bt dubs.
After rejecting the few advances of those... unwelcome, Graem arrived at Podium Park as Jack held Frank's (two-handed) sword.
Though reckless, it is to be expected due to his [Jack's]
current "attire", I suppose. She was wearing her summer wear, save for her black tights, stylized high heel boots, and her designer handbag carried on her right forearm. Her long hair was curled in a way that brought to mind a bouquet of small, grey roses at a bird eye's view, if looked at from the front. She sauntered down the stairs with effortless grace, watching them trading quips and blows, and her steps noticeable, due to her heels. She thought they were serious about their... sexual implications, though they were simply jests, in truth (she doesn't know that, though). Looking at their combat wear, she, in silence, pondered about their strengths, if you could call it that, among other things, as she walked past their spectators unobtrusively, an audible
"Pardon the intrusion." in her indifferent courtesy.
Some of the bandits she observed had fought in rather suggestive armor, and, though she wasn't affected at all, some of her relatives, and guards were quite tempted, at times. Those choices often led them to their near-deaths, so she assumes those are some form of... advantage? Then again, those don't mean much, especially to Grimm, and to those who can hit vital spots. Back to reality, both fighters seem to be wearing casual clothes.
Not much defense there, but they are sparring, so it is not a big deal. She can't judge them based on what they have available.
They could excel in other things, as far as I'm concerned. They battled with some sense of savagery, all the while exchanging sentences that might spark some controversies. She has witnessed same-sex relationships at her family's dining table. She doesn't mind, since it doesn't harm others, but some of her relatives show... visible amounts of discomfort, while the scenes take place. She was often asked to tell them, politely, to basically... "tone down the gay" as it were. After that tangent, she thought about the combatant's fighting styles. The algae-eyed sword-wielder appeared to be more capable, his build, and poise attesting to just that. The more... playful blonde is about equal to his height, and musculature. He seems to be reckless, but his displays of skill proved otherwise, somewhat. Who knows, perhaps he has a few surprises up his sleeve.
He's quick. (referring to Jack's rapid-fire spinning kicks) She then recalled her attempts on how she would combat these types foes.
I could use their speed against them, then again, that might be difficult. She continued to formulate plans against foes mentioned, thinking about her experiences with such opponents. In regards to the fight, she did not draw any conclusions as to who might win, simply letting the scene take place. She sat on the bench nearest to the fight, with her hands on her lap, and crossed ankles, close to not any spectator in particular, as the sword-wielder summoned his lockers via scroll. After he finished speaking, she raised her voice enough for both combatants to hear.
"Keep those in the bedroom, you two." This will likely come as an off-handed joke, though she thought that this needs to be said. Her expression remained indifferent and neutral, overall.
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