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WHO: Katniss and Salem
WHAT: How To Make New Friends - With Weapons
WHEN: Now
WHERE: The Training Circle, the Herald's Rest, and ... ahem. About.
NOTES: Violence. Cursing. Drinking. Possibly acting like derps.

The training circle wasn't just used for templars testing out their swordmanship skills, or even the Chargers working with shields. Sometimes, it is something as simple as someone going through the motions of their sword work, or their dagger work. Or, like now, it is a single target set in the middle of the circle, and an archer. This particular archer is climbing from post to post, taking shots as she runs and moves. Pause, aim, fire. She pauses only when her shots go wide. Huffing, adjusting her stance, working to perfect her balance as she moves.

Sometimes, she'll drop down, to practice a shot while falling, then jumping up again. Other times, she'll pause to take a break, taking a drink out of the bucket of water she put aside, so she could pull her arrows out of the training dummy and return them to her quiver. So far, she hasn't been disturbed, and that's the way she likes it.

For now, anyways.

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"The feeling is - "

And as she tried to twist out of his grip, she finds herself flying across the circle and hitting the ground. Hard. She hisses as she bounces and rolls, but drags herself back up to her feet immediately. If she's holding her ribs there for a moment?

Well. No one's business but Bruce's.

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Salem grins when she recovers, leaning against the post at the edge of the ring with his arms crossed. "Not bad for a ranged fighter."

She let out an 'ooof', as she put her hand to her ribs again. Clearly, they are taking a break and thank Sylaise for that.

"...Yes, well, my father always said that archers had to learn how to deal with what happens when they get around the arrows. I don't think he imagined someone as strong as you, though."

"Smart of him. Mine always told me I should be wary of archers that had taken that into account."

Watching her holding her ribs, his head tilted, and he reached into a pocket in the interior of his armor until he'd come up with a little pouch. He took a pinch of what looked like shredded herbs out of it and held it out to her. "Here. Put this under your tongue for a few minutes, it'll kill the pain. Don't swallow any of it though."

"Then your father was equally savvy."

She took the herbs from him, and in a way that showed her mother had raised her, sniffed the herbs, rubbing them a little between her fingers. "Elfroot. Touch of embriumum, as well. I never thought to combine them."

And she sticks it under her tongue, trying not to sigh with relief as the pain started to fade. She really did not want to swallow any of this.

Salem nodded. She was certainly knowledgeable. "Right. Makes a good tea for the cold nights if you add a large amount of honey and and cut it with proper black tea leaves."

She spat out the leaves, sighing with relief, "I'll keep that in mind ... I could use a good healing brew."

Ugh. She moved, stiffly, straightening herself. "What I could use right now though, is a place to sit and not move for ... awhile."

He might have offered her a hand to keep her upright, if he thought her pride would allow it. He wasn't completely heartless after all, just a smartass.

"Come on, benches over near the smithy. Would you like me to call one of the healers?"

She made a face at that. "If we tell the healers - I for one am going to get Bruce'd at. No, thank you. I'll chew more elfroot, let it heal up. What I really want is some food." She was starving.

Salem snorted some, but he could understand that. He was mostly fine with Bruce, but he really didn't feel like anyone else being subjected to fussing when it was so much easier walking it off. He dug in his side pouch briefly, then held out another clump of elfroot. "Sit, I'll find something to eat."

"Thanks and ... " She dug into her pocket, dug out a silver and pressed it into his palm. "Get us something to drink. On me, for a good fight."

Because Creators, the man knew more than a few tricks.