@redjaeyi
Kyra knew there were women in the world who went against the grain, who were marvelous warriors, soldiers. Hell, their monarchy was plagued with women who were strong enough to defend themselves. It made her wonder why so many men feared when little girls picked up swords. Was it because of these warrior Queens that these simple men thought that if they allowed their daughters to pick up the sword instead of their sons, that they would find themselves overthrown? She knew that there were definitely men who had a perfect reason to fear the women in their lives. Some men were cruel to their girls. Some men did unspeakable things, expected unspeakable things... And given a chance, no doubt their women would cut their heads clean off their shoulders. But that could not be the reason her father feared her having her own dependence. He had always been kind to her and Kyra held all the love in the world for him; he helped give her life and provided for her wonderfully throughout her childhood. He was her family, and despite how he disrespected her decisions now, she would still go to war for him. Perhaps it was just because the people around him looked down upon a fighting girl. Either way - it hurt not to be accepted.
That was the reason she had never received proper training. Her brothers all had, and her eldest had done his best to teach her how to defend herself, knowing that she needed the pure knowledge purely for the fact that she kept picking fights with the boys. But he had not been allowed nor qualified to teach her the real art of battle. Instead, she learned basic defensive movements and archery; she knew how to fight but only dirty. She bit kicked, tore at peoples eyes. She could throw a punch no doubt, and she could take one too. But she didn't know as well as the rest of the men she decided to take on. Perhaps that made her stupid.
Watching the warrior woman train, Kyra quietly observed her curiously. It seemed that she had been doing so for quite some time, and it was clear that she was definitely skilled at it. "So, you are a warrior?" The question was rhetoric, Kyra pushing herself off the tree and carefully letting herself get carried closer to the practicing sword. "How did you learn?"















