Post by Jeska Ketsu on Jan 6, 2014 4:38:02 GMT
Dropping to a knee Jeska’s right hand presses to the ground in order to prevent her from toppling over, the female soldier breathing heavily with the exertion of her recent efforts. Sweat ran down her face, droplets falling to the dirt below. For two full hours she had been training now with a constant rotation of opponents, the various groups of weaker warriors coming at her in waves to present a challenge for the Saiyan. Exhaustion was beginning to claim her, the amount of energy she had expended at this point close to what she felt her body could handle before giving out. Looking to the male warriors surrounding her position, their desire to continue was evident on their faces, some lips even beginning to curl into smirks as she grew tired. Individually they were all weaker than her, none able to match her strength one on one just like the soldiers before them. Previous Saiyans had found themselves in the dirt not able to rise to their feet while some had left with far worse injuries then those dealt to their pride. Jeska was tiring now and her opponents knew it, soon they would be the ones stabbing away at her own pride.
To her right a soldier steps in, looking to come in on her flank and strike before she was able to rise to her feet. Halfway to the female though a commanding “Halt!” stops the male’s progress; all parties looking to the gruff voice responsible for the order. Locating the speaker herself Jeska recognized the Saiyan instantly, a male known as Bishon Roust, her mentor and trainer for the past decade. Embarrassed to be found in such a position, one of her knees planted in the dirt, she shoves to a standing position to face him. Her small, fit frame ached in various places due to hits she had taken so far in the session, but her face hides the pain she felt, a calm expression taking over her fair features.
”Bishon, I must assume there is good reason for you to interrupt my session without warning.” Although the Saiyan was her mentor and training, one that had earned her respect the females brown eyes still narrow at him, not fond of having her training sessions interrupted. Crossing her aching arms in front of her chest the warrioress meets his eyes, the older Saiyan not seeming concerned with her displeasure and as she was about to find out for good reason.
”You know I would not bother you during training if it the news I bore was not worth it. I have just received word that Zasho Koregutsu II is to return within the week.”[/b] As Bishon matches Jeska’s stare the young female warrior was unable to keep her eyes from widening at the announcement. For years she had been training in order to fulfill her role as the Prince’s retainer, bound by honor and blood to the royal family.
”Are you sure of this?” Almost always capable of controlling her emotions she was not able to keep the excitement from her voice, in a slight state of shock. If Zasho Koregutsu II was truly on his way back that meant that her time as his retainer had officially come, the pain and exhaustion she felt washing away with the knowledge that she might finally fulfill her duty. Swallowing some as Bishon nods Jeska rolls her neck and shoulders before turning back to the soldiers behind her. Soon she was to be handed over to Zasho, under his direct command…what would he think if he saw her being bested by the rabble before her?
Walking back into the circle of warriors, taking up the position she had been in moments before except now on her feet Jeska motions for them to continue. With the desire to impress Zasho, or at the very least not be a disappointment at the center of her focus Jeska would not let her knee touch the dirt again.
To her right a soldier steps in, looking to come in on her flank and strike before she was able to rise to her feet. Halfway to the female though a commanding “Halt!” stops the male’s progress; all parties looking to the gruff voice responsible for the order. Locating the speaker herself Jeska recognized the Saiyan instantly, a male known as Bishon Roust, her mentor and trainer for the past decade. Embarrassed to be found in such a position, one of her knees planted in the dirt, she shoves to a standing position to face him. Her small, fit frame ached in various places due to hits she had taken so far in the session, but her face hides the pain she felt, a calm expression taking over her fair features.
”Bishon, I must assume there is good reason for you to interrupt my session without warning.” Although the Saiyan was her mentor and training, one that had earned her respect the females brown eyes still narrow at him, not fond of having her training sessions interrupted. Crossing her aching arms in front of her chest the warrioress meets his eyes, the older Saiyan not seeming concerned with her displeasure and as she was about to find out for good reason.
”You know I would not bother you during training if it the news I bore was not worth it. I have just received word that Zasho Koregutsu II is to return within the week.”[/b] As Bishon matches Jeska’s stare the young female warrior was unable to keep her eyes from widening at the announcement. For years she had been training in order to fulfill her role as the Prince’s retainer, bound by honor and blood to the royal family.
”Are you sure of this?” Almost always capable of controlling her emotions she was not able to keep the excitement from her voice, in a slight state of shock. If Zasho Koregutsu II was truly on his way back that meant that her time as his retainer had officially come, the pain and exhaustion she felt washing away with the knowledge that she might finally fulfill her duty. Swallowing some as Bishon nods Jeska rolls her neck and shoulders before turning back to the soldiers behind her. Soon she was to be handed over to Zasho, under his direct command…what would he think if he saw her being bested by the rabble before her?
Walking back into the circle of warriors, taking up the position she had been in moments before except now on her feet Jeska motions for them to continue. With the desire to impress Zasho, or at the very least not be a disappointment at the center of her focus Jeska would not let her knee touch the dirt again.