Duel Of Wagers & Want [Taiia Mataan vs Allyson Locke]

[Allyson Locke]

//: Taiia Mataan //:
//: Attire //:
//: Equipment //:
//: Bow & Arrows //: Cybernetic Eye //: Jacket //: Arrows of Absence x 25 //: Bag of Absencite x 5ea //:

It had been nearly over a month at this point. Allyson had fully recovered from her fight with Mia Monroe. However, her heart still ached for the revelation and the full story of Ember's death.

She felt empty knowing the truth; she would never be able to avenge his death — Mia had done that already. Allyson was thankful; at least the man that had killed him didn't see another day in the galaxy, but Allyson didn't kill him. The thought would plague her more than she'd like to admit, lest she have no thought as she was up and moving.

The walk towards the arena in the academy wasn't long. It was enough to get Allyson's muscles moving and blood flow coursing through her tired muscles. She needed the strain; stretching and body weight workouts were starting to get too easy on her. She was grateful for her wife's careful attention, but Allyson still wasn't used to it. To be healed and taken care of was something that Allyson would have to allow herself to appreciate.

Allyson glanced towards Taiia, trying to read her face as they walked. It was obvious that Taiia had noticed the new branches of the brand. It was something that happened when she channeled the Force and specifically the dark side of the Force. It continued to force the bleeding, creating a new network of cracks that adorned the core of her frame. They hurt, being open wounds for a few days and then scaring over.

She wondered how much longer till Taiia began to muse on how to remove the brand.

It was a focus, but one that Allyson hoped her wife would let go. Allyson knew the boons she received with the brand — the pain was a side effect, one that she was okay with.

"It's been a while," Allyson smiled as she let her steps fall in line with Taiia's as they arrived.

The arena was large, bigger than Allyson had figured, but it made sense. They had chosen to allow their weapons; her arrows would be blunted, but she figured Taiia knew how to deal with most of what Allyson had. The explosive arrows would be dialed back, but enough to pose a bit of a threat. Still, they could do some damage to each other, a good thing Taiia had become so proficient (to Allyson's standards) in healing.

"So," Allyson smirked.

"Are we making any bets?"