[ hulkenberg is silent as she walks with him, making sure that there are no more stragglers to interfere in strohl's anger - to spare him from having to hear calm down or are you alright? when, clearly, he isn't. they can ask him the latter after he's had some time.
she's not sure what to make of what nathalie said. she'll have to speak with her, after this, once some more time has gone by to allow her to come back to full consciousness.
for now - for now, her concern is strohl, who she watches hit the wall. there's a quiet to let him vent in, at first, before the now-familiar sound of summoning the archetypes rings through the air.
it's all the warning he gets, before the knight's halberd comes sailing for his head, hulkenberg focused and holding it tightly in her grip on the other end of the blade. there's no killing intent, but there is still an intent. come! ]
it's that battle sense that he lied about in trial combined with the sound of knight - strohl's instincts are quick and well honed, and he ducks under the halberd and does the exact same, a sharp warrior! out of his mouth as his greatsword appears in his hands.
there's a loud. violent clang of metal on metal as he blocks. hulkenberg's strong as hell, and as he leaps backwards, he meets her face across the battlefield, across the sparring planes.
maybe it's what he needs, actually - he makes a noise and immediately launches forward to meet her blade for blade. greatsword to halberd, warrior to knight. ]
[ it is what he needs, she thinks. hulkenberg knows strohl, now, after all of the travelling they've done, the things they've seen, the blood that they've shed together. he is the same flames he was forged in, and he needs somewhere for that fire to go when they begin to become too overwhelming.
she can provide that. and she doesn't hold back with him for it, either, even if she's not out to kill him, like so many others that have come at them like this.
blade for blade. trained in the sword as she is, and having fought at his side, she knows how best to combat it even when she wields her now-preferred halberd. she looks at him, nearly eye to eye, as she bears her weight into the crossed weapons - and then they're off, the moment that he launches properly into it.
[ can you believe this is like the only fighty icon i have i gotta fix that
anyway!!! god. after a while of this - twenty, thirty minutes, pushing forty minutes, he finally makes a sharp noise, and pushes back, breathing hard, holding up a hand in the universal sign of i yield.
it helped. he feels a little less tense, a little more clear, and he shakes his head. ]
Don't just - run at someone without any warning, Hulkenberg. You're mad. [ but it's more normal, just bitching as opposed to anything else, as he finally drops down with the big sword, putting it over his back. ]
[ i only have a couple i need some more that actually are and not just like. her beautiful hair in motion. not that i can complain about that.
with a soft tsk, as if she could keep going for another forty minutes, hulkenberg abruptly pulls up short when she sees the hand raised, spinning the halberd so that the blade points to the ground. at least she's breathing like she's feeling it, other hand raising to brush her hair back into place. ]
I needed no further warning, and neither did you. [ pff, blowing her bangs straight and off her forehead. ] And, besides, you are hardly just "someone."
[ isn't he though? it's sweet because they are more than just someone - they're a team, bonded together inseparably over their love for country, for will (and their utter hatred for louis, but that's different) and for a better world, but it's hard to feel that way today. he's not much of anyone except a failure of a noble. ]
... yeah. [ rough, softer. he rests his elbows against his knees as he catches his breath, sitting down to stare out at the distance, and feeling a pang in his heart. for all those that are lost. ] Well. Still. Could've taken my head off.
[ ... the lost son of his house, and the wandering failure of a knight. but they are more than that now, aren't they? perhaps he has not honoured his name just yet, not in full, but will brought them together. gave them this found family that is ever growing. gave hulkenberg her purpose back, along with the purpose to better their home, not only for those that come after, but just as much for those that live in the now.
with a quick movement, she stabs the head of the blade into the ground so that it stays there while still being within reach, should she need it, considering the nearly two (euchronian) weeks they've spent here. ]
Much too big of a target for me to strike by accident. [ softly, as she sets her hand on his shoulder and uses it to leverage herself to sitting next to him.
and then she leans against him, dropping her head onto his shoulder with a spill of red down gold. ]
it's not really a surprise when hulkenberg does - that pang grows, but this time it's one of longing and grief directed instead at home. he misses will, in this moment. fiercely, fiercely glad he's not here, away from this madness, but his heart aches just sitting here with hulkenberg, the two of them facing down horrors beyond compare. will would know what to do, in his way. headstrong, bold, out of the box. he'd know what to do.
he takes in a deep breath, tense shoulders finally starting to come down a tiny bit, as he supports hulkenberg where she leans against him. ]
...I feel like we've all these answers, but none of them make any sense. Nothing to do with them.
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`seven days remain`
she's not sure what to make of what nathalie said. she'll have to speak with her, after this, once some more time has gone by to allow her to come back to full consciousness.
for now - for now, her concern is strohl, who she watches hit the wall. there's a quiet to let him vent in, at first, before the now-familiar sound of summoning the archetypes rings through the air.
it's all the warning he gets, before the knight's halberd comes sailing for his head, hulkenberg focused and holding it tightly in her grip on the other end of the blade. there's no killing intent, but there is still an intent. come! ]
time marches on.....
[ JESUS GOD
it's that battle sense that he lied about in trial combined with the sound of knight - strohl's instincts are quick and well honed, and he ducks under the halberd and does the exact same, a sharp warrior! out of his mouth as his greatsword appears in his hands.
there's a loud. violent clang of metal on metal as he blocks. hulkenberg's strong as hell, and as he leaps backwards, he meets her face across the battlefield, across the sparring planes.
maybe it's what he needs, actually - he makes a noise and immediately launches forward to meet her blade for blade. greatsword to halberd, warrior to knight. ]
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she can provide that. and she doesn't hold back with him for it, either, even if she's not out to kill him, like so many others that have come at them like this.
blade for blade. trained in the sword as she is, and having fought at his side, she knows how best to combat it even when she wields her now-preferred halberd. she looks at him, nearly eye to eye, as she bears her weight into the crossed weapons - and then they're off, the moment that he launches properly into it.
good. ]
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wow
they're sparring and it is so full of emotions ]
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they are very big emotions for strohl, too, so he kind of needs to like. beat them down a little? or hulkenberg can do that for him.
wow.
such spar.
much fight. ]
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anyway!!! god. after a while of this - twenty, thirty minutes, pushing forty minutes, he finally makes a sharp noise, and pushes back, breathing hard, holding up a hand in the universal sign of i yield.
it helped. he feels a little less tense, a little more clear, and he shakes his head. ]
Don't just - run at someone without any warning, Hulkenberg. You're mad. [ but it's more normal, just bitching as opposed to anything else, as he finally drops down with the big sword, putting it over his back. ]
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with a soft tsk, as if she could keep going for another forty minutes, hulkenberg abruptly pulls up short when she sees the hand raised, spinning the halberd so that the blade points to the ground. at least she's breathing like she's feeling it, other hand raising to brush her hair back into place. ]
I needed no further warning, and neither did you. [ pff, blowing her bangs straight and off her forehead. ] And, besides, you are hardly just "someone."
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... yeah. [ rough, softer. he rests his elbows against his knees as he catches his breath, sitting down to stare out at the distance, and feeling a pang in his heart. for all those that are lost. ] Well. Still. Could've taken my head off.
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with a quick movement, she stabs the head of the blade into the ground so that it stays there while still being within reach, should she need it, considering the nearly two (euchronian) weeks they've spent here. ]
Much too big of a target for me to strike by accident. [ softly, as she sets her hand on his shoulder and uses it to leverage herself to sitting next to him.
and then she leans against him, dropping her head onto his shoulder with a spill of red down gold. ]
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it's not really a surprise when hulkenberg does - that pang grows, but this time it's one of longing and grief directed instead at home. he misses will, in this moment. fiercely, fiercely glad he's not here, away from this madness, but his heart aches just sitting here with hulkenberg, the two of them facing down horrors beyond compare. will would know what to do, in his way. headstrong, bold, out of the box. he'd know what to do.
he takes in a deep breath, tense shoulders finally starting to come down a tiny bit, as he supports hulkenberg where she leans against him. ]
...I feel like we've all these answers, but none of them make any sense. Nothing to do with them.