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Salle - Late morning

It was not often that Faramir found himself growing weary of study, but today he needed to move. His classes' syllabus was proving to be a challenge, it was a struggle deciphering the words and then he had to restart so he could grasp their meaning as well. It'd had come to a point where his dreams were filled with strange scripts that he needed to understand to avoid a great doom, usually this was an indication that he needed a rest. Resting however, did not mean that he should be idle.

Which was why he could be found in the salle, practising the moves his brother had taught him. It was a little strange without Boromir (or even one of the rangers) there to correct him, but even without their presence he couldn't afford to let his skills slip.

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"That seems likely," he admitted with a sheepish smile. "I am of Gondor, not of Rohan. Does that offend you?"

"No more than it should." Which wasn't an answer at all. "I dressed as a man to join the army, you know. It's remarkably free, not being a woman."

His thoughts moved unbidden to Finduilas of Amroth. "And most of the time we men are blind to this," he spoke quietly and he slowly unsheathed his sword. "Were you discovered?"

"Actually, I found most of the 'men' there were women as well. We'd depleted our population enough that it was nearly commonplace." Sweet Polly Oliver taken to the Nth degree, if you will. "It wasn't until the rest of my unit was that I revealed my, ah, true gender."

"Perhaps Gondor is moving towards a similar faith," Faramir replied, but he would rather not think of it too much. "Did they not guess then? It seems that other women would notice more easily what men do not."

"I think the fear of being caught helps," Maladicta replied with a little grin. "Perhaps there are more women in your armies than you think if that's the case."

"Perhaps," he looked amused. "And perhaps I shall blame you if my men think I am paying too much attention to them."

He held up his sword in question, making certain that she had not changed her mind about the offer.

She just grinned in acknowledgment, widening her stance just a bit. "Socks and no shaving," she suggested. "Though they get better at hiding it, the longer they stay."

"I shall have to remember that," he nodded, though he'd much rather forget about it.

His grip tightened on the blade and he stepped forward, attempting to hit her hip with the flat of his blade. The movement was much less fluent as it had been when he was practising, some part of him still holding back.

Twisting around, Maladicta held out her hands to catch his arm before the blade could smack her. "You moved faster before."

"I was not trying to hit a lady before," he remarked. He could imagine his brother laughing and suggesting that a lady wanting to fight wasn't much of a lady.

Faramir's manners were much better than his brother's. He moved his arm, attempting to force her to loosen her grip and he shifted a foot forward, aiming a kick at her ankle.

"That's implying you can hit me," Maladicta replied letting go and moving away quickly before he could, you know, do just that to her ankle.

He honestly did not know if he could, but there was a challenge there and perhaps it was his curiosity for all things which made him want to find out.

"Are you doubting my wit?" he asked, moving towards her side as he contemplated how to best achieve his goal. Speed was not in his favour, so he'd have to trick her.

The next swipe towards her shoulder had much more confidence to it and he used the movement to step closer towards her, hoping to block her as she tried to dodge.

She had managed to duck the swing, but the step forward was less expected. Possibly because she was distracted by him not holding back on that last attempt. "Wit? No," she replied, trying to dart around him. "Will, perhaps just a bit."

He instantly reached out with his free hand to stop her or at least attempt that hit she'd challenged him for. "You find my will lacking?" he questioned.

It was enough to impede her movement, at the very least.

"I am still waiting for you to land a blow."

"Are you always impatient?" he asked, taking note that he wasn't entirely failing at his attempts. Even if it was because she was merely dodging him and not countering.

The next swipe he made at her legs, and if he could keep this up, she'd be near the wall soon.

Clever clever man that he was.

Maladicta shrugged, moving back with far more grace than she had any right to. "Are you also so slow?"

"I prefer to take my time and do things well," he instantly closed the distance again. Still, her words must have had some effect. His sword wasn't aimed at her as he thrust it forward, the tip touching the wall to block off her left side. He pushed forward, attempting to block her other escape route with his body as he reached to tap her stomach.

"I see now," Maladicta replied, smiling wide enough for fangs to show, but without malice in it.

Then, grabbing his shift, pushed him down toward the ground on his back with more force someone her size should be able. Crouching next to him, she moved her hand to tap his stomach once as well.

Faramir hit the ground with an umph, grimacing at the impact but he was laughing as he glanced up at her.

"Did I change your mind then?" he asked with amusement.

"I think we'll need to try again to be sure," Maladicta informed him with the utmost sincerity.

"And so you can throw me down again?" he asked, leaning his head back against the cool floor. He was tempted to see how off guard she was as he still had a grip on his sword, but that seemed hardly fair.

"Perhaps this is revenge for not allowing women to fight?" he teased and he started to rise to his feet.

Offering her hand to help him up, she laughed and shook her head. "Think of it as keeping you from getting yourself killed by a woman later on."

"Do you think I have offended a woman vindictive enough to try to kill me?" he took her hand, letting her help him to his feet even if he did not need it.

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