[Mkguild] First Impressions (8/?)

[Azariah Wolf]

Here's part 8.  Got inspiration for how to execute this part while 
sweeping water off the roof this afternoon.  Heat exhaustion is great 
for inspiration. :D

-LurkingWolf

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Paula was not sure how her father had convinced her to go back to 
training just two days after her change.She knew that she had to adjust, 
but it seemed almost as though he was just trying to keep her away from 
him.Things had not gotten much better since that first chaotic 
night.While the physical blows had stopped, her father's eyes had a 
constant haunted look to them whenever he saw her.It made her feel as 
though she was an intruder in her own home, and she had cried herself to 
sleep the last two nights.

Her mind was in conflict.Everything that she had been taught by her 
father told her that her reactions to her change were unacceptable; true 
men pushed forward, gritted their teeth in adverse circumstances, pushed 
forward without showing weakness.Any such argument had one fatal flaw, 
however, and it only served to complicate it more.She was no longer a 
man, and never would be again.

She was still lost in her thoughts when DeMule called for her to enter 
the training ring.She had no idea what was going on, but she stepped 
forward anyway.

"Paula, are you feeling all right?"

She nodded slowly, noting with bitter irony that her trainer had already 
adopted her new name."I'm all right, just distracted," she said.Had Jack 
not been standing directly beside her, he would have missed the words 
carried by her weak, exhausted voice."What are we practicing again?"

"I want a few of you to get some more practice sparring.There is no 
specific technique we are concentrating on, just defeat your 
opponent."He looked at her again, certain that she was in no shape to 
fight."Paula, if you want you can return home.I know your father sent 
you here, but I think you could use some rest."

"No, I'll be fine."Paula finally raised her eyes enough to see her 
opponent.It was another transgender, a young woman once named Mary who 
had taken the name Martin when he became a man.He had preserved his 
fighting style from before, a flexible style that made use of the 
relative light weight of a short sword.He gave what Paula could only 
call a sympathetic smile as she faced him, but remained ready as he 
waited for her.

Paula's weapon was still a long sword, even though it looked horribly 
out of place in her hands.Just lifting it into a combat stance told her 
that using it was an exercise in futility, but she had to go through 
with it.Her father had already lost a son.Having his daughter throw away 
the things she had been learning for the past few years would just add 
insult to his already considerable injury.

"All ready?" Jack asked in a raised voice.When both combatants nodded he 
took a moment to wait, then started the match by signaling with one 
hoof-like hand and calling "Begin!"

The match ended quickly.Paula managed to fend off a furious opening 
flurry, but couldn't adjust in time to beat a quick sidestep and slash 
towards the throat.Martin stopped his blade just short of its target, 
but the result was clear.Martin had won without contest.

Jack shook his head."Paula, your technique is still good, but you're not 
moving the blade fast enough to keep up.Try dodging a few of the 
blows.Go again."

The next duel lasted a little while longer.Paula blocked a good number 
of the first attacks, then managed to step aside when Martin moved 
forward to take advantage of an opening.She tried to bring her sword up 
to exploit his momentary weakness, but found that her blade was too 
heavy to allow such a maneuver.She managed to twist it into the path of 
another blow, but had to settle for bringing it back into a defensive 
position.She gritted her teeth; she couldn't move her weapon fast enough 
to exploit holes!

Martin kept pressuring Paula, but she held her own.Finally, however, 
Martin brushed her blade away and moved inside to finish the battle.His 
footing suddenly slipped, and he fell against Paula gracelessly.He 
struggled to gain his balance, but was pushed off of the young woman 
with great force.He managed to stay on his feet, only to see the enraged 
face of Paula staring back at him.

He had accidentally landed against Paula's chest when he lost his 
balance, and such a sudden intrusion into her private space had sparked 
something in her.She stepped forward, brandishing her sword with new zest.

Martin was terrified by the sudden change of face that Paula had 
undergone, and he swung his sword around to try to knock hers away.She 
gave, letting him spin himself out of position.She grabbed his wrist, 
twisted, and slammed the hilt of her own sword into his.He released it 
with a cry of shock, only to have the breath knocked out of him as she 
drove the hilt into his stomach.He fell over, staring up at her with 
panicked eyes as he tried to tell her to stop.She raised her sword, and 
brought it down over his arm as it rose to turn the blow.With a crack, 
the dull practice blade easily broke the bone, eliciting a choked gasp 
from the young man.He fell against the ground hard, trying to cry out 
but still unable to find the breath.As Paula raised her blade for 
another strike, he finally managed to say something.

"Please, stop!"His voice was a half scream, and he watched, terrified, 
as the blow came down.

The strike never fell.Another blade blocked its progress, holding even 
though the strike came down like a hammer's blow.Paula's blade was then 
wrenched to the side, held in one of the trainer's large hands as he 
stole it away from her grasp.She turned her fury on DeMule now, trying 
to beat at him with her fists, but he wrapped both of his arms around 
her and pulled her too close for her to do any damage.She continued to 
beat at him until the realization of her actions hit her, and then she 
fell into choked sobs, letting the trainer hold her in what she now 
realized was a comforting embrace.She could no longer hold back the 
tears, and they flowed freely.

When next she could tell where she was, she was seated beside DeMule in 
a vaguely familiar chamber.She slowly recognized it as Coe's 
infirmary.The training master was watching her with a sympathetic look 
on his face, but it was a little while before she could bring herself to 
ask about Martin.

"He'll be fine," DeMule said before she could ask the question."The 
broken arm will be an inconvenience, but he'll recover."

"I'm sorry for what I did," she said quietly, unable to meet his eyes.

"I know you are.I saw what happened during the battle, but I was a 
little slow getting to you.Don't worry; Martin knows what you're dealing 
with, I'm sure he'll forgive you if you give him some time to heal."

"What am I supposed to do?" Paula asked quietly."I can't even use my 
sword like I used to.I have to use so much more effort just to move the 
blade...How can I expect to fight like this?"

"Paula, you've been given a new form by the Keep.Every person here has 
had to go through similar things, and everyone has had to adjust.Before 
you changed, you fought with a long sword because you were strong enough 
to handle it.Now, you'll have to find something that your form can use 
more efficiently."

"My father won't let me!He insists I train this way!"

"Paula, your father is a craftsman.He uses different tools for different 
purposes.He has tools for fine details, and tools for less detailed 
work.If he had to do a detailed design, he wouldn't use the second tool, 
because that is not its purpose.He will understand that you have to 
change, because you aren't suited for using a long sword anymore."

Paula looked at DeMule, unsure of what to say."Do you really think he 
will understand?"

DeMule smiled."I'm sure he will.Both of you will have to adjust, but 
you'll pull through."

Paula took a few deep breaths, trying to settle herself.The memories of 
attacking Martin were still vivid in her mind, but she tried to push 
them back.It was over now; she couldn't let her failures distract 
her.She managed to smile to DeMule, even though the pain remained even 
in that gesture.Still, the few words he had spoken to her had given her 
hope that she would be able to survive.She was truly grateful; now she 
simply hoped that her father would be as understanding as DeMule seemed 
to think.


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