Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200714201818/@comment-29038468-20200715075317

The younger guard looks at Sam in amazement. "No way! You couldn't have beaten Captain Barge! She's too strong! You must've gotten lucky or she went easy on you." She scoffs not believing him. "Alright you, while don't we fill that mouth of yours with actual food in stead of air." The other guard says dragging the younger one off. The third guard that had arrived a few moments before still remained. "I was talking to you Samuel, Captain Vergent is not a patient man and is awaiting you in the interrogation room. More soldiers are coming to take over." The third guard tells him.

"Again, I'm sorry about this." Elanor apologizes. "Ok you little punks, if I win you all have to run fifteen laps around the stronghold. If you win, you can have the day off to visit the town for leave. Well? What are you waiting for? Show your captain what you've got!" She shouts at them with a smile. The young soldiers gather around Elanor in battle stances. Elanor breathes in, holds it, then lets it out while adjusting her stance. They charge at her, swinging their weapons with precision and aiming at her arms and the mid-section of her body. But Elanor's movements are fluid, all the years of her training have paid off in her techniques. In combat here, she has no equal when it comes to using a spear. Sweeping the legs of two of the recruits, she blocks the other attacks with her weapon. To Elanor, her spear is an extension of herself and her knowledge aids her. Keeping her distance with the wooden pole she pokes and prods the remaining three. She shifts her weight with each movement and disables her opponents. The three others fall to the ground, their pride injured, but with light bruising. There are murmurs of amazement and applause. "Please, I'm nothing special I've just had years of training and hard work. You'll all reach my level with enough time and effort, I promise." She says helping up the recruits. The recruits that she beat are embarrassed at their defeat and being helped up. "Ok guys, now run those five laps and I'll see if I can get you some leave time. Chop, chop people!" She orders. Needless to say they all start running.

Meanwhile Beatrice grabbed some rations from the canteen and has taken a seat. The canteen is awash with Orderites and refugees all sharing stories and chatting among themselves, they pay the Kobold little mind outside of polite smiles and greetings.