Arrow Lake Blood of my Blood

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It was evident that Lavakho was not happy about being bested by a female. Rakharo wouldn't either, he -just like his brother- was good at what he did, was was in his blood, but Lavakho needed to admit that he had fallen behind in his physical abilities. The journey from Rhaesh Dahaan had not been forgiving, but it hadn't left much time to sharen their skills either. It was understandable, and Rakharo was still faithful that Lavakho was the best at it... He just needed more practice.

"She told me she kicked your ass, and she looked smug about it..." the Khal said with a curve rolling up the corner of his lips. "Lucky?" he asked with a chuckle, "That bitch is tough, I have no doubt about that. She'll make a nice addition to the Khalas..." he commented, turning again to face the horizon.