Lake Rodney i will not be commanded.

her feign works; he shoulders air and her design to shoulder his ribcage hits. praimfaya watches as he is knocked into the snow, smirking at him as he laughs. all is fair in war — she singsongs coyly, teasingly; thinking that blodreina would be proud of her for utilizing that move. it had been her mother's infamous move, after all. it was how blodreina had won the challenge against the then commander and earned her title of wanlida. it was a proverbial pass of the torch that wanheda should utilize it too.

her pride, however, is smothered as he lunges for her. her attention is back on their spar and despite that she just utilized a move of trickery she does not expect him to adopt her own tactics. when he feigns she tries to dodge but having realized too late his lunge for her flank hits. praimfaya sinks down to the snowy earth; knowing that he has advantages of skill and experience over her and that she will not win this spar. though it hurts her pride she knows from linkoln and blodreina's own words that a good commander knows when to yield. she still has much to learn.

ai giv op, she pants in trigedasleng, wincing slightly and then translates ( though it is close enough to it's common equivalent that she simply does so out of practice ) i yield. best to admit her defeat now than lose her dignity when he truly defeats her.