It was like watching a perfectly timed dance. The thrusts, parries, kicks, and various motions flowed like a choreographed movie scene. In the end, the three that attacked Jahqu returned to their original position. Judging by the fight, it was a draw. A small thought crossed her mind, “He has gotten better.” But she knew he wasn’t at her level yet. Another thought of just how close he was immediately was squashed.
Before her escort could say anything, she said allowed, “Kaysayra, my dear friend, you should take your cousin into your clan. If he actually wants to become anything, he will need far tougher opponents than these.” Everyone reacted with a bit of surprise. It was a good thing she approached from downwind and that everyone was focused on the fight. She also judged how close she could get without being noticed accurately. The end result was several shocked faces.
One face showed joy. Kaysayra ran over to her and immediately hugged her with a forceful grip. She gave her a slight head butt back. Kaysayra looked at her best friends face and said, “What are you doing on Henth, Di’zalna!” Then her face suddenly changed. A look of confusion with a bit of fear now covered it, “Wait, what are doing here at this lodge?” Di’zalna looked over at the rest of the group. The three other duelists couldn’t be read anymore, but they had their weapons ready. Tisohsho seemed mixed in her reaction, upset and happy to see her. Jahqu had approached her far closer than she expected before she noticed he had moved. His face was a blank mask as he talked to the guard that escorted her.
One of the older duelists spoke first, “You are NOT welcome here Silver Dragon. You should leave now before we are forced to escort you off our land.” The other duelists readied their weapons, but before any moved, Jahqu turned to them and growled the strongest growl she ever heard him do.