Salle [afternoon]

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Never let it be said that Mat couldn't go and exercise when not being forced by bloody knife point. It wasn't that he was worried that Arthur some people here might outstrip him in terms of skill.

It was just that he hadn't worked with his quarterstaff in far too long and he didn't want his arm muscles to disappear. Not that he wanted to have shoulders like bloody Perrin, mind--he liked coats that fit--but women were more eager to talk to a man who didn't look like he would blow away in a gust of wind.

So there Mat was in the salle, beating the stuffing (not literally, at least, not yet) out of a dummy with a stick taller than he was.

He was really, really good at it.

[OOC: Open!]

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[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat grinned cheekily at her. "Here for me to beat you with a quarterstaff?"

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"I think you may suffer delusions, my dearest Mat," Aravis said sweetly. "I was rather planning on winning."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Should we wager on it, then?" Mat replied.

Mat should probably remember that he has problems hitting women.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis gave him a lazy grin. "What would you like to bet?"

She had her own ideas, of course, but she'd wait to hear his.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm," Mat mused. "We've done kisses...and other kiss-related things...shall we bet an hour where the loser must do whatever the winner wishes?"

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Perfect," Aravis said, beaming at him as she neatly got up and got a better grip on her sword. "Because I, for one, have many ideas."

That last was delivered perfectly innocently. Really.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Do you indeed," Mat said, smirking and holding his quarterstaff in a defensive ready position. "Let's see how good you are."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis raised her scimitar, her eyebrow arching. "I do indeed."

And with that, she moved closer, swinging her blade at him -- though of course she would not be intending to actually strike him.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat, who had gotten his ass rather thoroughly handed to him by Tahiri at Fight Club on Sunday, was doing better with a weapon in his hand, at least for the moment.

The quarterstaff smacked solidly against the scimitar, then whirled to clip her at the knees.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis' reflexes were good -- had to be -- and she jerked back in a slightly-clumsy jump, just barely avoiding the staff. She turned her scimitar towards him, whipping the blunt edge towards his midsection.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat backed away with a cocky smile and swung the staff towards Aravis's head.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

She ducked, but the the staff still hit her shoulder. She frowned at him before ducking lower and swinging at his legs.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"I thought you liked my legs," Mat complained, jumping and kind of forgetting about countering in his haste to whine.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"I do," she assured him, swinging the broad side of her sword at his ribs. "I just also like winning."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

The quarterstaff whirled to block her sword. "I do too," Mat said, frowning.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"That is most unfortunate for you," Aravis decided, skipping back a bit to adopt a defensive stance.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to be very happy when I beat you," Mat declared. "Gloating, even."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"I am already envisioning what I'll be asking you do to for me. And to me," she replied, grinning.

Aravis fought dirty.

Literally.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

And now Mat was very pleasantly distracted. He was going to end up with a thumped skull if he kept up this way...

"Really."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Yes," she said, smiling and taking a step forward, still not really doing anything. "We'd be naked, of course."

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Mat said. "...why do I want to win again?"

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"I've really not the faintest idea," Aravis admitted, smirking at him as she swung again.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat tried to dodge, and ended up flat on his back instead. "Bloody woman," he said, glaring up at her.

Because it was clearly her fault. Somehow.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"I'm terribly sorry, but it seems I've won," she said, grinning down at him.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat reached out to yank on her ankle, trying to pull her down with him.