@ardenssolis aka Cute Fighter.
❝I HAVE NOT HAD a good brawl in a long time, so I am certainly humoring the thought. I certainly could not make your attempt at stealing from me easy. Where would be the fun in that?❞ A thief that was willing to fight for their quarry? He had never seen such a thing. Individuals like this woman often did everything in their power to avoid any form of confrontation if they could. Ramses was not quite fond of surprises since he did enjoy knowing things, but even he could admit to finding this particular one to be something worthy of remembrance. The look that would cross this woman’s face upon her defeat was a thought that pulled a smirk from him, eyes alight with mischievous intent. The whole time he kept his eyes on her, watching as her gaze temporarily flickered from him to the ring neatly resting upon a blue cushion within its glass case.
What thoughts were running through her mind right now? Was she already pondering her victory? Such arrogance if that was the case! Ramses might have been rich and spoiled; however, that did not mean that he was lacking in ability to fight. He had been trained in many things growing up due to his father, and so he was not some lapdog that only barked and had no bite to their actions. That moment of silence between them stretched on, a sign of anything that the situation would soon escalate. It was subtle, almost unnoticeable as he slowly moved his legs into a fighting position, his instincts flaring in warning that the thief before him was waiting for that right moment to strike like a cobra. Just as he had surmised, she was the first to act. The grace she showed as she flipped past him was akin to a dancer, and had they not been caught in combat, he would have praised Amaria.
Sharp eyes caught sight of those knives as they were hurled in his direction, and as if he saw them ahead of time, he sidestepped, clicking his tongue the moment he realized that Amaria had never been aiming for him in the first place. She had wanted to destroy the glass around his ring. ❝Ahahaha! So that is how you wish to play at things, eh?❞ Oh he would not make things that easy for her. Mind working quickly, he ignored the shatter, not wasting any time making his way towards the woman as a shocknife slid from inside his sleeve into his hand. He could tease the other later. Right now, he simply needed to repel her enough to where she changed her mind about stealing from him.
Oh.. He was.. Good. Really good. For a moment, she thought he was just some rich brat but there were two bonuses to him. One; he was actually a skilled fighter, and she really did like that. Nothing ever felt fun if there was no risk or challenge to taking it. Whoever trained him sure as hell knew what they were doing, she’d narrowly dodged some of his hits. Two; he was sort of cute ( in a devilish way but she liked that ), and perhaps not the most important thing to think about when stealing from said individual, but she always thought if a target could fight and was cute--it could prove a fun highlight for her.
Gold eyes flashed as she drew away from a good hit, his laugh startling but one the thief smiled in turn. ❝ Oh my he’s bringing out the toys now, isn't that just a little too soon? What will people think? ❞ Really though, she’d never actually fought someone who was so adamant about preventing her from stealing a ring. An Egyptian ring--and by his features, he fit the part. Those features of his spoke to her as Arabian-Egyptian, not unlike herself. He was tanned in complexion, with dark hair--but his choice of style, down to the exhibit. Amaria liked doing her homework on who she robbed but... What were the chances of such an encounter? Her creed was a simple one, stealing from those who’d wronged others through crime. Her client had claimed the ring was meant to be theirs.
But something in its design didn’t add up to what she was told. Twirling her own blade, she studied him carefully. ❝ ma hu aismukalhaqiqi? la 'ahadyahmishayyanakathifana dun sabb. ❞ She continued twirling her blades, observing him after speaking arabic. She’s been lingering in various places so long, using whatever language that she needed, it was almost... refreshing to speak arabic again.
In english, she mused, ❝ I know the tale of that ring’s origin... But even a graverobber would know when something is remiss. Now that’s not to say I don’t enjoy fighting you. ❞ She cocked her head, ❝ And your cute. I’d hate to ruin that. ❞ But always business before pleasure. In a more serious note, she stopped spinning her blade. ❝ But I do not like being tricked. And if my instincts are right--I’m going to be a busy girl tonight on a hunting spree. ❞
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