[ OPEN ] Well I can't stand to be with myself, this liberation's seemingly rare

[ombranera]

WHO: Zevran and Various
WHAT: Zevran sparring and dealing
WHEN: Throughout Drakonis
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Violence, swearing, usual Zevran Content Warnings Apply. Open prompt below, poke me on plurk for a closed starter. Prose or actionspam welcome!

As much as he'd protested Alistair running off on some mission in the west- the time apart gives him that much more chance to train. He'd been doing so privately in the barn, occasionally squaring off against Settimo when they both had the time and patience for Settimo's paranoia and Zevran's over-adjustments for the blind side. Learning to fight with only one good eye is slowly driving Zevran to frustration. Settimo could not come at him hard enough to be a challenge, he could not learn his new limitations without a solid effort on both their parts.

Setting aside his vanity he takes to the training grounds- but working on stuffed dummies is only good for so much. Soon enough he is picking out soldiers and rogues to come at him in the dirt circle. Day to day it goes much the same. Zevran stands with bad eye covered and his swords, with his hands, with a single short sword and calls any that would step up to help him regain his awareness. It is, to be honest, slow going. More often than not if his opponent has any manner of skill he ends up on his ass. But he grits his teeth, stands, and goes at it again. And again. Afterward he recovers with the highlight of his training- a bucket of water to sluice off the sweat and grit of the day. Whether it's the relief the cold brings or the appreciative looks it tends to earn? He doesn't say. But thus he spends his days, training himself or wrestling with the fledglings, who will offer their own commentary and catcalling in Antivan during his other matches.

Comments

[ombranera]

"If someone attempts that arm lock on you, fall backward. You will be able to control how you land- they will either have to let go or be stunned by the impact." A tip he can offer while working on his own skills as is only polite, after all. He rolls out his shoulders and readies himself for the next bout- hanging back to play defensive this time around.

"And if they go for the sleeper hold, slam on their knee, downward."

[el_tybs]

"I considered doing that, but I wasn't exactly looking to hurting you that much." He knows Zevran is a professional and that in sparring there were injuries, but he wasn't looking to get to the point of injury if he could help it.

The mention of slamming someone's knee has Sam wincing a bit, but he still nods. "Good to know." Hopefully he'll never need to use it.

Rolling his arm once more, Sam raises his arms again, this time lowering his center of gravity and beginning to step to the side, beginning a circling motion.

[ombranera]

This time Zevran minds Sam's approach, circling right along with him as he considers his options. His usual flip and pin had not worked and likely a variation on it wouldn't work a second time. Sam's adjusted his stance to make such things more difficult all the same-

Perhaps it is better to react defensively and follow his usual (non-lethal) instincts.

[el_tybs]

Putting them both into motion certainly gives Sam time to consider a plan of action. Zevran is confident in his footing, but judging by his earlier attack he still had issues with his blindside. Taking that into consideration, Sam lunges, aiming to grab hold of Zevran's arm and shoulder.

[ombranera]

A solid lunge- Sam has the reach for it and aside from falling back? There is little for Zevran to do. He darts, skidding a little on the ground as he finds his footing, twisting in under Sam's arm to snap a hand out at his ribs. A love tap, truly, should it hit.

[el_tybs]

Zevran is certainly quick, and while Sam sees it coming there is little he can do to block - not unless he used magic, which he wasn't. The hit has Sam hissing, and his only saving grace was that Zevran was probably going easy on him and for the fact that he was used to harder hits. Even so the pain doesn't have him backing off, instead Sam brings his arms in to try and catch Zevran while he's within his reach.

[ombranera]

A hiss is sign enough for Zevran- and he dials back to old, old training. Come in fast, strike, disengage. The strike was successful and he smirks to himself as he attempts the last, darting back. or. Trying to as Sam catches him by the shoulder and he is unbalanced.

[el_tybs]

The grip isn't very good, but even so Sam tries to pull Zevran back, or at least keep him off balance. Pressing the slight second of advantage he sweeps his leg towards Zevran's in hopes in taking them from under him.

[ombranera]

This time Zevran cannot quite dodge the leg, landing with a grunt, more winded from the earlier bruises than the actual fall. Still he scrambles, attempting to find his feet before Sam goes for the pin.

[el_tybs]

Zevran goes down a lot easier than he had expected, losing his grip on his shoulder in the process. Tsking at the bit of advantage he had, Sam quickly moves to try and indeed get Zevran into a pin, or at least to get a hold of one of his legs, and perhaps an arm as the man scrambles, feeling his hands slide a bit against skin or cloth when he tries to get a grip.

[ombranera]

Well.

This is awkward.

Half pinned in the dust by someone much larger than him and too bruised and tired to put together a way to squirm out just yet, Zevran grunts when Sam's weight bears down. Brasca. "You are at an advantage, here."

[el_tybs]

Awkward indeed.

Even though he hears Zevran give a grunt he doesn't let up on his hold, knowing that without hearing a 'yield' of some sort, the man was more than likely to take advantage and get away, or put him in a worse position. Still, he doesn't press harder.

"You did challenge me to a match after doing a few beforehand," he points out, tilting his head a bit.

[ombranera]

He takes a moment to consider his options. His shoulders, the dust under his cheek, the snickering laughter of his fledglings on the fence. This is most undignified and-

He is weary.

With a great sigh, he murmurs. "I yield."

It isn't half so fun as it could be, truly. "Perhaps tomorrow when I have learned to not push myself so far, we might try again?"

[el_tybs]

As soon as the words 'I yield' are muttered, Sam is quick to release, but doesn't back off. Instead he rests his hands on his knees and watches Zevran, breathing deep and controlled. After a moment though he offers out a hand, lips curling a bit.

"Or perhaps make sure I'm just as bruised and tired as you before." He chuckles lightly at that, not at all minding the snickers. "You know the least I can do after all that is heal you up a bit. At least so you aren't so sore."

[ombranera]

Zevran is content to lay in the dirt for a moment, rolling out his shoulders before rolling over to take Sam's hand on the way up. "Now that would be hardly fair of me."

Not that he wouldn't try, truly. "I would appreciate that, Sam. I think I took, perhaps, a few hard landings more than I'd expected."

[el_tybs]

"Would it? I spar with Krem and have been getting some training from Bull. I'm used to bruised and tired." Not to mention he could heal himself up, so honestly Zevran could try.

"Sorry. I was trying to be as gentle as I could." He nods his head towards some of the hay bales once Zevran takes the offer. "You want to sit down for it?"

[ombranera]

"Well, if you insist I will not say anything against it." Zevran wavered for a moment on his feet before considering his aches. "On the fence, perhaps? I promise I will not tip over."

[el_tybs]

"Where ever you feel the most comfortable." He motions for Zevran to head for the fence. Grabbing their shirts quickly, he catches up to walk next to him just in case he tips over just before the fence.

[ombranera]

Zevran hops up easily enough, bracing himself with his feet- the benefit of sitting is doubled by making it so Sam does not have to reach down quite so far for this. "It is a rare thing when I am uncomfortable, you know this."

[el_tybs]

It wouldn't have bothered him if he had to reach, but he does appreciate the thought. "Is it?" he asks with obvious amusement. "Probably rare to see you uncomfortable, but I've seen you plenty being just that. Our first meeting and snow in your hair, but a couple of instances."

[ombranera]

"Discomfort shown to a healer does not count." Zevran rolls his eyes, the gesture audible.

[el_tybs]

"Nice technicality." Sam shakes his head at the eye roll. Coming up closer he takes a look at the bruises he can see. "Exactly where are you feeling sore?"

[ombranera]

"Mostly across the shoulders and my ribs. Even when you know how to land- do it often enough and everything becomes sore."

[el_tybs]

"And here I thought you were going to say 'ass'." He's half teasing, honestly having expected that, but it does make sense that Zevran is feeling it in his upper body the most.

"Just how long have you been sparring today?" Or the past several days really. As he asks, Sam places a hand along Zevran's shoulder blades and one against one side of his ribs. Taking a deep breath then letting it out slowly, a faint light comes to life between where his hands and dark skin meet.

[ombranera]

"Mm, no. Not quite so much bruising there as I know how to fall." He rolls his shoulders under Sam's hand, relaxing as the warmth of healing slowly pours through his skin.