Dravius grunted as the lance thudded against his sheild, gritting his teeth against the force. "You're a natural!" Dravius exclamied, wheeling Fenrir again. "This time, you defend, then we'll do both at once, a'righ?" He sighed again and brusjed the stray black hair out of his face. "My shield arm's hurtin'."

Beaming at Dravius' praise, Joan nodded, unable to hide a smirk. "Guess it comes from rodeo play-day events....never mind," She shook her head and leaned to one side, scooping up a shield as her and the horse p*censored*ed it. Grunting a little, she righted herself and turned to face Dravius, her back side wriggling a little in the saddle.

Dravius gave a grin and hefted the heavy lance. He set himself slightly forewards in the saddle, and the horse shifted as well, snorting at Roisin. He set off, the horses hooves pounding the ground. His lance struck the sheild a little to the left, extremly hard, and leaving a fist sized imprint in the hard wood. Fenrir ppounded past, blowing like a freight train.

Joan gasped as her arm was wrenched to the side, nearly pulling her out of the saddle. She righted herself and gasped at the pain in her shoulder. She swore under her breath and slid off of Roisin, setting the damaged shield down and trying to pop her shoulder back, greatful for the speedily spreading numbness.

Dravius swore and jumped off Fenrir, who skidded to a stop with a scream that almost seemed concerned. He ran over to Joan, his long legs covering the ground quickly. He bent and popped the arm back into it's socket within seconds. "I'm so sorry!" Dravius said, fluttering his fingers over Joan's shoulders. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard!" He added, his face worried.

"Ah!" Joan hissed as the bone was popped back into socket and grimaced up at Dravius. "'s Alright," She said. "Stuff like that might happen on the field. Might as well try an' get useed to it" She watched Dravius' fingers and resisted the urge to pull away, then looked at him again and attempted another smile. "I should be fine now, though. Only a little sore and numb. I've had worse."

ooc; have finnaly decided on a person. Just need to claer her then I will write up a intro. She is a female swordfighter. Travels from tornament to tournament. Is that ok? Also, can I make it that she a Dravius sort of know each other, or where friends a long time ago? That way she is not like some totally stanger.

ooc; wait, were's the setting? like were are they right now? Nevermind, I will just post it.

ooc; no, she is not a female solider. She is s fighter, in battles, but not in the army. Some places will accept her as a girl, and she does not go into disguise  there, only in the places that don't like her.

Bic:

     Maikalea (May-KA-lay) walked slowly though the forest. Pausing for a second, she hefted her equiptment back on to her shoulders. Groaning, she flicked her short black blond back behind her ears. Her stuff was heavy, but necessary. With out it, she would have been dead many times before this. 

    The leaves below her feet crunched as she walked a few paces forward. Stopping again, she glanced around. "You know what, here is just as good a place as ever. Her pack thumped to the ground as she sunk to her knees. Leaning against her bag, Maikalea closed her bright green eyes. Sighing, she opened them again, and sat up. Never had time just to relax. Running from tournament to tournament, never having a break.
   
    She stood up, pulling food and water out of her bag. Swords clanked together as the stuff settled in. Biting off a bit of bread, she walked in a circle, thinking. She grabbed a mouthful of water. "Where to?" She asked out loud. "Caran is nice this time of year, but it's far way. Vlesha is closer, but the tournaments are almost never fair." Maikalea paused. "I guess it is Avadan then..." she whispered.
 
   Maikalea smiled suddenly. "But who am I to be sad? Me, standing here, talking to trees." She laughed. Picking up her lightest sword, she swung it before her. "Stand and deliver!" Maikalea whispered evilly. She swung to the left. "Bet you never expected to be beat by a girl, huh?" She lunged, digging the point into a tree. "Bet you never thought you would be beat by me." Maikalea spun, sending bark flying as she hit trees.

   "I bet you never even guessed you would be hunted by Maikalea Storvanda, more over known as Meka." Meka smiled, dropping her sword. Quieter, she muttered. "Bet you were surprised, due to the fact I have never actually won anything." Sighing, she slid her sword back into her bag.
 
    Her head pulled up, she had heard something. Something like a clash, metal on metal. Picking up her stuff, she ran towards the noise. It continued, adding voices. One female, one male. The male's voice sounder familiar. The name hovered on the edge of her conciousness, like something she had forgotten, but didn't want to.

  Pulling up by the clearing, she glanced out. There, in front of her was two people. Jousting, of all things. Squinting, she recognized the man. Dravius!! No way! It had been years since she had seen him. Smiling she stepped into the light. "Why hello, i knew I would see you again." She called out to the figures.
   

Meka?" Dravius said, twisting his head around. "How're the tournaments going, Meka?" He asked, pulling out of his squat and holding out his arms. "Any hug for the wandering theif?" He asked with a laugh, a breeze stirring his shaggy black hair. "You better not be cutting up trees again, you know that's bad for them," He smiled, his eyes crinkling.

Meka laughed, and hugged Dravius. "Not so good,t ehy don't like me anymore. And hey, the trees totally deserve it!" she said laughing. Pulling back, she waved at the girl. "Hello, my name Maikalea Storvanda, but everyone calls me Meka. Who are you?"

Joan blinked. How did Meka know what they were planning to do? "So, does Dravius do tournaments often?" She asked, turning her head towards the left. She suddenly back-handed Dravius on the upper arm, lightly. "And wheres your canine I aint seen 'im in ages."

"Ach, he's prolly off sleeping somewhere. Toraks as spoiled as the a king." Dravius rolled his eyes, and in answer to Joan's question, "I used to do tournaments, but I found I wasn't very good at it. But, that doesn't stop Meek." He laughed, then spotted a black wolf lurking on the edge of the forest. "And there he is now!" He exclaimed, and patted his leg, which brought the canine trotting lazily towards the group. He yawned and sniffed Meka, promtly sitting on her feet. "Lazy as heck when we ain't stealing."