She hit the floor with a disgruntled grunt, One. She cursed internally. Still, it gave her a good idea of how he moved and fought. She didn’t stay down long - even as her eyes met his, and his smirk, she was rolling, not wanting to stay in one spot.
Instead of getting properly up, she continued her roll, and moved her staff out, catching one of his feet and bringing him down - she had arms that were a lot stronger than they looked, thanks to her love for archery, so the move wasn’t as hard as it could have been. The weight of him going down put a pull on her staff, and she used the momentum to gain back her feet and hop away from him.
Now they were even again, and she allowed herself a small giggle of satisfaction as she continued to warm to the fight, “You’re not bad for an old guy.” She kept her voice low so only he could hear her. She wondered if he could tell already from the way they circled each other and moved - they might actually work well together. Her thoughts towards him were already changing, despite her teasing his age.
Ronin gave her a crooked smile before he stood to his feet once more. She was really good for her age, that or she was older then she looked and had a lot more experience then he thought. “I was about to say the same thing about you.” Holding the staff out in a defensive position, watching how she bounced, bobbed, and weaved to keep moving. She liked to be light on her feet, flitting almost akin to what a bird does.
If he didn’t know any better he’d say that she had wings on her ankles. Though it was bad not to stand firm as well as it was to stay in spot so he wanted to show that he could do both. Stand firm when it counted and keep moving when it counted.
So he moved as if wings were attached to his ankles, flitting around her and mimicking her movements before striking at her shoulder and pinning her to the mat.
"I woke up and she was gone," Nod says, his fingers twisting in his overcoat pockets. "She was wearing her coat, at least, but—this isn’t like her. And I have no idea where she’d go," he admits. "And I can’t track her, not with the wind like it is. And you know how she gets in the cold…"
Ronin raised a brow at the boy, “I do know how she gets, but I’m worried about the fact that you don’t keep track of where she goes when she’s upset.” Furrowing his brows a bit more, Ronin let his mind wander for a moment before they snapped open and he whistled for his bird.
"I think I might have an idea, but you’re going to check her loom classroom just in case. We’ll meet up in front of the citadel in an hour got it?"
Boarding his bird, Ronin grabbed hold of the reigns. Putting aside their argument for now, just based on the fact that he wanted to make sure she was okay.
Nod wakes up shortly before dawn. Normally, Mom would have woken him by now with her work in the kitchen, but he hears no clatter of pans and the house is still and cold. His breath mists in the air, and he wonders if her brazier went out.
He wraps the blankets around him as he goes to check on her, but he stills as he sees that she’s not there. Mom had work today, he knows, but she doesn’t need to present herself until the sun’s fully up. And she wouldn’t get up without waking him.
He feels the bed and finds a trace of warmth, so she can’t have been gone long, and when he returns to the living room, he sees that her coat and boots are gone. His frown deepens as he pulls on his own outerwear. Where would she go? She hasn’t been working as hard as she used to—Ronin’s return threw a wrench in many works (he thinks she’s afraid she might run into Ronin so she doesn’t go to work until she absolutely must and then she scurries home; the sooner that situation ends the better)—so where would she have gone?
He takes a step outside, closing the door firmly and looks for her tracks. There aren’t any, and it’s probably because of the light powder that’s dusting over everything. From the feel of the wind and the drop in pressure, there’s more on the way. A lot more.
And Mom’s gone, and she’s incredibly susceptible to the cold. He has no idea where she might’ve gone. Then it hits him—she might’ve gone to Ronin. Maybe had one of her early morning breakthroughs and ran over there. It’s not outside the realms of possibility, so he heads for Ronin’s home as quickly as he can. Once he gets there, he pounds his fist on the door and hopes Ronin’s home. “Ronin?” he yells over the wind. “Is Mom with you? Ronin?”
Ronin had just made it home, after not being able to sleep that night he figured he’d just get some rest and had faded into a light sleep when there was that insufferable pounding on his door. Hoping it would cease, if he just ignored it. Though what pulled the other out of bed was the urgency in the way the other called out to him.
Throwing himself out of bed and grasping his nearest cloak, Ronin threw the door open. “What? No, I haven’t seen her.” Raising a brow, Ronin looked at the worried look on Nod’s face, telling a better story then his words ever could.
"I’m sure she’s fine, you’re mother is not reckless and you saw her last night before you fell asleep right? I’m positive she’s still in Moonhaven. Hang on…I’ll get dressed. Come inside."
He didn’t want the boy to freeze, though it wouldn’t take to long to change his clothes. Aurelan never left the house without at least telling Nod or even writing a note. That was not like her, even when she was upset she never left nod out of the loop.
After a quick change of clothes, Ronin whipped on some boots to fight off the colder weather. “All right, let’s go.”
"You need a diet." Anubis mumbled. "And you’re lucky I am allowing you to be this close to me, since you are a mere mortal." He had to offset his nice behavior/thoughts with something dickholish to Ronin.
"I see it, I see it." He grumbled, relief washing over him as he walked them towards it. If you die on me, I am going to be so pissed. Father, if you’re listening and you let this mortal die, you will have to face my wraith.
"Thank Ra." He sighed when they finally came up to the town. "You! Retrieve us a drink." He ordered a random citizen. The man shot him a dirty look before ignoring him and walking off. "I will recognize him when he dies, and he will pay for that."
Rolling his eyes, Ronin shook his head at the others comment. “Ha ha, yo’re so funny.” He quipped before pushing himself off the others back, though he nearly fell once he did. His strength had left him, as he leaned against the nearest counter.
"I already tol’ you, y’not t’ order people ‘round. Y’re no’ a god." He felt himself go weak once more and collapse.
"Child?" She looked at him sharply, her hand moving to tug on her hair out of habit - making sure it wouldn’t come loose in the fight that was building. "I’ve got all the experience I need for you." She deftly caught the staff that was tossed her way and smoothly slipped after him, her now shoeless feet making as little noise as a small cat.
She sized him up as she got closer, noting the expert grip he held on his weapon, his weight and height, and how obviously comfortable he was with his body. He knew how to move, and he knew how to use his size to his advantage. This wouldn’t be easy.
Still, she had her own set of skills. As short as she was, her center of gravity made it hard to knock her down, and she could move faster than he could. If she could slip around, under, or even over his guard, she could take him down. She couldn’t afford to waste excess movements or energy with him, though, or he would wear her out quickly.
So she refrained from the theatrics of spinning her staff or showing off, keeping tight to her body, wound like a spring and ready to snap when the time was right. She bowed to him politely, and when signaled by the Marshall, she darted towards Ronin with a calmness that belied her speed. “I’ll show you child.” She murmured as she ducked and spun, the staff moving outward and up towards his shoulder, hoping she’d moved too fast for him to block.
He couldn’t help the light smirk that crossed his lips as she curled in fury at his remark. She was slightly more easily riled then he was, that was good to know. Rolling his shoulders once more, he let his eyes watch how she gracefully and fluidly moved over toward the center of the mat.
He wasn’t intimidated or daunted by her, he was already calculating and coming up with ways to knock her off balance. His eyes never left her, even as she moved. He knew she was going to be fast just by the way she moved. So he would be the exact opposite, steeling himself for the blow, he not only dodged but swept his bow at her feet to knock her back.
He wasn’t aiming to hit or hurt anyone, but he was as swift in his movements as he was sturdy. Staring down at her for the briefest moment, with a small smirk Ronin stood up straight and rolled his shoulders once more.
Anubis frowned as he tightened his hold on Ronin’s legs. He could feel the heavy meaty heart in his mortal body beating rapidly. Fear. The God turned mortal was experiencing fear, for the first time in his life. Fear coursed through his body and it hurt.
I’m going to protect you. He paused. Did he really just think that? What the hell was that feeling? He tried his hardest to calm himself down and push all feelings aside as he carried Ronin. Sooner or later they’d have to find something, right?
If you can hear me right now, Father, fuck you. Fuck you and all you stand for.
Shaking it off Ronin, lifted his head to try and remain conscious enough. If they ran into trouble, Ronin needed to be able fight them off because this man didn’t seem to be able to fight well.
Though he could feel the other breath steadily albiet a little heavily, but still steady. Ronin could figure out that this man doesn’t carry anything heavy, much less a person. He would have swallowed, but his throat was too dry and his tongue was stuck to the top of his mouth.
Though, as he opened his eyes a fraction, he noticed a town in the distance. Lightly pushing on the others shoulder, Ronin nudged toward the town. “Town…over…there.” He was able to get out, if he could just get some water he would be fine.”