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Draal “the Deadly,” & Draal “the Destroyer;” these monikers were well deserved and Damari the Dawnbringer, or as she’s also known as Damari the Determined, was proud of her protégé.
To Damari, he will always be that “large whelp” or “stupid brute” that she’s had to physically remove him from a drunken opponent in the pub, dragging a drunken Draal with her, along the way, but she still loved him as if he were family.
“Seriously, Why do all of you stupid brutes get into fights, literally all the time?” Damari says, in the middle of a spar with Draal. The dark purple skin around her hair and her horns was all but covered in sweat.
She had a crossbow strapped to her back; along with a quiver. She had two daggers in two of her four hands. Two out of her many sheaths were empty, on her belt.
“Why are you asking me, Damari ‘the Damned’? As you’ve said many times, I have ‘rocks for brains.’” Draal comments, a clear mocking and teasing tone in his voice as he says “the Damned.”
Draal came in close with his axe and as he went to hit her, she dodged and managed to make his axe stuck in the floor of the forge.
While he was trying to pull it out of the floor, Damari shouted “Rule number three!” as she kicked him in the gronk-nuts, than kicked him in the stomach. Draal had fallen.
As he opened his eyes he saw Damari’s burgundy pink eyes staring back at him. Upon further investigation, he found he had one dagger to his heart and another to his throat. Damari smirked.
“Damari the Damned, huh? Arrogant as ever I see. Do you yield?” Damari asks.
Draal, instead of answering, kicked her leg, making her fall backwards. She had landed on her back.
Her six eyes blinked a couple of times, before a burst of boisterous laughter came out of their mouths.
Once she had settled herself down, she swiftly got up and held out a hand to help Draal up. Draal took her hand and got up. He pulled out his axe and put it away.
“Now come on! Let’s find Duross to help you work on the Kitlar spinning move!”
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Duross, unsurprisingly, was found in Blinky’s Library. The two sat beside each other, Aaarrrgghh sitting behind them. Both of them were listening intently to Blinky’s storytelling.
“Ahem!” Damari cleared her throat to gain their attention.
Blinky almost immediately stopped reading and looked up alarmed. He almost threw the book at whomever was intruding into his library, before he realized it was his older sister, Damari, and sighed.
Both Aaarrrgghh and Duross were alarmed as well. Duross had went for their sheathed daggers, and hadn’t bothered to look up before they threw a dagger that missed Damari by a few inches.
Damari pulled out the dagger from the wall and laughed, making Duross realize who they had just attacked.
This had also caused their face to flush with embarrassment, their cheeks becoming a darker blue than their skin already was.
Aaarrrggghh had raised his head and didn’t make a sign of violence, which made sense, he was a pacifist after all.
“Damari, sister, you got to stop doing that.” Blinky says glaring at his older sister.
“Nope, we both know that I like doing that way too much to stop.”
Blinky sighed and brought one of his many hands to his nose, pinching the bridge of it.
He mumbled something under his breath before holding one of his free hands up and the aqua blue sparks apparent, an obvious glow coming from his hand.
Aaarrrgghh had looked at him with a bit of shock before regaining his composure. Aaarrrgghh than speaking calmly, turned to Blinky, “Calm, Breath. Blinky don’t want books ruined? Right?”
Blinky nods rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, before sighing as the sparks faded from his hand. “Right. Thank you, Aaarrrgghh.” He says smiling warmly at one of his closest companions. He than turns to Damari, “Why in Deya’s name are you here anyways, other than scaring us to death?”
“I just wanted to ask Duross, if they could spar with Draal today and help him work on the spin move, that only the Kitlar can do. Since it’s not like I could possibly help him improve on it, being a Pannoxi and all.” Damari comments, not phased by the sudden act of magic from her brother, or being phased from Duross’ sudden dagger that almost hit her.
“It’ll be fun if I spar someone other than you, Damari. Though I am concerned with their possible injuries.” Draal says with a confident smirk on his face. He was leaning against a bookshelf with his arms crossed.
“Yours, more than likely, although I’d prefer to not injure someone today; I’m in a good mood. Plus I’m a lot more experienced than you, and you shouldn’t forget that.” They say, a bit of a serious tone apparent in their voice, although their face showed them holding back laughter.
Draal looked like he was searching for a retort and found none, so he settled with just scowling at them.
Blinky, blatantly ignoring Damari, and the smirk still apparent on her face, smiles as he turns to Draal and says, “I would love to see how much you’ve improved from the last time I watched you spar.”
“I hope I have,” Draal says before mumbling under his breath saying, “I just hope it’s enough to impress father.”
Aaarrrgghh nods in agreement, “Should improved more!”
Duross nods with a smile, and says, “Then it’s decided! To the forge!”
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Once they got to the forge, they started sparring almost immediately. The three trolls on the sidelines were cheering the two on as the session commenced. Draal started with the spin move, as Duross would have to dodge, or so he thought.
Duross had pulled out one of their daggers and aimed for his head, and had managed to time it correctly, making Draal uncoil.
Duross took that as an opportunity to activate the forge and hop onto one of the moving platforms, therefore having the upper ground.
“Activating the forge, Duross? I thought you’d be able to spar me on your own!” Draal taunted from one of the platforms.
They spun into a much tighter and controlled attack and spins towards Draal, not giving him the chance to recover.
Duross chose to ignore his taunts as he tried to dodge but managed to get off balance and fall off the platform.
Deactivating the Forge, Damari looks to Aaarrrgghh to catch Draal, just in case. As soon as Draal was back up, Duross gave him a few tips to the move that he was working to master, before going to their cave.
Draal looks to the sidelines and sees Vendel, but not Kanjigar and sighs. He looked disappointed but not surprised.
He than mumbled, “Of course, he isn’t here, he’s the Trollhunter! He’s always busy. And he always will be.”
This is what Draal has been telling himself from the day his father became the Trollhunter.
Although, unbeknownst to Draal, his father was watching, from the entrance of the forge, but had been called to take care of something before he could see the outcome.