[Alear doesn't know what she expected, but it should've been exactly this. Thankfully she's been well trained in what to expect in combating mages, and when Griss starts, Alear is ready to face him head on.
And needless to say, Alear is just as fierce as ever. She dodges his attacks when necessary, and forces herself through them when she can't; sure she'll be feeling those in a while and her servants will be worried, but it's fine. No worse than the normal wear and tear. And while she does hold herself back to an extent, she has no problem with going as close to all out against Griss as she can.
She eventually stands above him, having knocked him to the ground with her sword at his chest--clearly far more winded and worn than when they began, but still, victorious.]
[As expected, the fight is not an easy one. He didn't have an easy time of it the last time he fought her - and she's far stronger now. The Divine Dragon may not have had the easiest victory, but there's no denying that she's way stronger than he is. It's certainly possible she was even holding back given the state of his injuries - several cuts, primarily across his torso and one nastier one over his forearm, but all will be easily healed with magic.
Of course, even if she was holding back so as not to injure him too badly (or kill him), he's still injured and damn if that isn't delightful.]
Hah, more than!
[He moves a hand as if to brush the sword aside - if Alear isn't quick, he'll likely cut his hand on the blade, though that wouldn't exactly bother him.]
Gotta admit, Divine One, I was expecting a fierce opponent, but you've really come into your own! And you even were courteous enough to give me a gift.
[The cuts on his torso are fairly light, all things considered - they aren't bleeding heavily and are more of a sting than a proper painful wound. It's the arm injury he's talking about clearly - he holds it out as if proudly displaying it. His sleeve's been ripped, revealing that yeah, it really is an ugly injury that's bleeding fairly heavily. It's not in a place that would be concerning thankfully(?), but it definitely isn't a fun injury either. Well. For anyone who isn't Griss, obviously, because he seems to be absolutely delighted by it.]
Will you stop calling me that? You can just call me Alear, you know.
[She hates it when he does that!! Ugh!! She's used to everyone and their mom calling her the Divine something or other but it doesn't change the fact that it sounds so! Mocking!! When it's him!! She can't stand it.
At any rate, though, she does pull back her sword before he can cut his hand on it--he's got enough injuries to deal with, and even if she doesn't necessarily like him, she'd rather not cause him anymore. She does get a look at the injury she caused him though, and grimaces.]
I can't afford anything less. If we're going to be facing Sombron, then I have to give it my all. I'm glad to see my training doesn't appear to be for naught.
[Alear's hand goes to touch a burn on one of her own arms--her own injuries aren't too too bad, but it seems he left a stinging little gift for her, too, and she idly touches it. And immediately regrets it after.]
...Give me your arm. That's going to get infected if it's left alone for too long.
[The first part gets a laugh from him, though no other response. Sure, he knows he could just call her Alear. But why do that when it's more fun to mock her? Though in some ways it is rather unfortunate that learning she was Sombron's daughter didn't break her like he'd expected...
But for now, he watches her touch an injury he left on her, and Griss smirks when it seems like that was a bad idea.]
Let me guess: you're not going to trust me to take care of it myself?
[It's definitely more of a joke, though; Griss holds out his arm without further complaint.]
[don't you dare comment on the small twitch her lips do at that. shut up.
Just let her take his arm with at least some level of care; Alear at least tries to keep some basic medical supplies on her for situations like these, because shockingly, Vulneraries cannot fix everything. Let her get some salve and put that on there...]
I should at least take a little bit of responsibility for my actions. Someone has to take some of the burden of looking after you off of Zephia, right?
[Yeah, yeah, he definitely didn't see it and definitely isn't smirking in response.
The salve gets a pained hiss from him, but given his expression, he's certainly pleased with it. Griss remains relaxed as she takes care of his injury despite that.]
Hah, you really think I'm that much of a handful?
[But the smirk shifts a bit to something that looks... almost pleased? Holy shit, who knew the Divine One had a sense of humor.]
[...That's just encouraging him, isn't it. Ugh. She really can't win with this, she should just leave--]
...What?
[Oh that's. Not expected. Alear kind of stares a bit for a moment--it's not as if she hasn't seen Griss's staff rank used to good effect before, but...]
Why the sudden interest? Don't tell me you're suddenly concerned about hurting me.
[...She'll hold out her arm, though; it might be stupid to do so, but it's more out of surprise than anything.]
Nah, not even slightly. But I can at least return the favor - and better for you to be healed up before you return, yeah?
[Better than having her numerous followers asking questions - or assuming the worst. So Griss takes her arm, fingers brushing over the burn for a moment as if to check just how bad it is (but he's definitely watching her expression more than that).
But he won't hold her up for too long regardless of her reaction; he summons his staff and easily heals that injury. That burn won't even leave a mark by the time he's done.]
[It's quiet when Alear says that, though--and she tenses when his hand brushes over the burn. It stings, to say the least, and she's not sure what it says about her that she doesn't pull back. It's certainly not a light burn in the slightest, and someone with less pain tolerance or resistance would've probably cried out.
Alear isn't sure what it says about her that she doesn't, or that she doesn't pull away when he could easily make it so much worse or cause her more pain. But then he brandishes his staff and it doesn't take long before the wound is just a memory, and all be told, Alear can't help but blink a bit at it.]
...Amazing. There's not even a scar left behind. [She sounds genuinely impressed.] Nothing for Vander or the others to worry over at all. I didn't realize you were so talented.
[Ugh. Alear looks right back at him before fixing him with an eyeroll of her own; she'll start to get up, though, and she'll even offer him that hand to help him up.]
Yes, yes. I'll be certain to keep that in mind. Come on, though, we should go back to the others.
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[Alear doesn't know what she expected, but it should've been exactly this. Thankfully she's been well trained in what to expect in combating mages, and when Griss starts, Alear is ready to face him head on.
And needless to say, Alear is just as fierce as ever. She dodges his attacks when necessary, and forces herself through them when she can't; sure she'll be feeling those in a while and her servants will be worried, but it's fine. No worse than the normal wear and tear. And while she does hold herself back to an extent, she has no problem with going as close to all out against Griss as she can.
She eventually stands above him, having knocked him to the ground with her sword at his chest--clearly far more winded and worn than when they began, but still, victorious.]
I take it that was...satisfactory?
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Of course, even if she was holding back so as not to injure him too badly (or kill him), he's still injured and damn if that isn't delightful.]
Hah, more than!
[He moves a hand as if to brush the sword aside - if Alear isn't quick, he'll likely cut his hand on the blade, though that wouldn't exactly bother him.]
Gotta admit, Divine One, I was expecting a fierce opponent, but you've really come into your own! And you even were courteous enough to give me a gift.
[The cuts on his torso are fairly light, all things considered - they aren't bleeding heavily and are more of a sting than a proper painful wound. It's the arm injury he's talking about clearly - he holds it out as if proudly displaying it. His sleeve's been ripped, revealing that yeah, it really is an ugly injury that's bleeding fairly heavily. It's not in a place that would be concerning thankfully(?), but it definitely isn't a fun injury either. Well. For anyone who isn't Griss, obviously, because he seems to be absolutely delighted by it.]
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[She hates it when he does that!! Ugh!! She's used to everyone and their mom calling her the Divine something or other but it doesn't change the fact that it sounds so! Mocking!! When it's him!! She can't stand it.
At any rate, though, she does pull back her sword before he can cut his hand on it--he's got enough injuries to deal with, and even if she doesn't necessarily like him, she'd rather not cause him anymore. She does get a look at the injury she caused him though, and grimaces.]
I can't afford anything less. If we're going to be facing Sombron, then I have to give it my all. I'm glad to see my training doesn't appear to be for naught.
[Alear's hand goes to touch a burn on one of her own arms--her own injuries aren't too too bad, but it seems he left a stinging little gift for her, too, and she idly touches it. And immediately regrets it after.]
...Give me your arm. That's going to get infected if it's left alone for too long.
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But for now, he watches her touch an injury he left on her, and Griss smirks when it seems like that was a bad idea.]
Let me guess: you're not going to trust me to take care of it myself?
[It's definitely more of a joke, though; Griss holds out his arm without further complaint.]
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[don't you dare comment on the small twitch her lips do at that. shut up.
Just let her take his arm with at least some level of care; Alear at least tries to keep some basic medical supplies on her for situations like these, because shockingly, Vulneraries cannot fix everything. Let her get some salve and put that on there...]
I should at least take a little bit of responsibility for my actions. Someone has to take some of the burden of looking after you off of Zephia, right?
[Is that snark??]
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The salve gets a pained hiss from him, but given his expression, he's certainly pleased with it. Griss remains relaxed as she takes care of his injury despite that.]
Hah, you really think I'm that much of a handful?
[But the smirk shifts a bit to something that looks... almost pleased? Holy shit, who knew the Divine One had a sense of humor.]
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[Stop that, stop looking so pleased you--let her get the bandages out so she can start wrapping that up for him. Ugh!!]
And while I'm certain that vulnerary makers everywhere appreciate you keeping them in business, you could stand to not do that.
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[It's definitely a joke, though, and Griss laughs once that's out there.]
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Maybe if you stopped and thought about more than just your pleasure for a moment, you'd avoid getting scolded.
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You know that's impossible.
[He's grinning at that, though and then holds out his other hand.]
Now that you've been so kind as to tend to little ol' me, how's about you let me look at what I did to you?
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...What?
[Oh that's. Not expected. Alear kind of stares a bit for a moment--it's not as if she hasn't seen Griss's staff rank used to good effect before, but...]
Why the sudden interest? Don't tell me you're suddenly concerned about hurting me.
[...She'll hold out her arm, though; it might be stupid to do so, but it's more out of surprise than anything.]
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[Better than having her numerous followers asking questions - or assuming the worst. So Griss takes her arm, fingers brushing over the burn for a moment as if to check just how bad it is (but he's definitely watching her expression more than that).
But he won't hold her up for too long regardless of her reaction; he summons his staff and easily heals that injury. That burn won't even leave a mark by the time he's done.]
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[It's quiet when Alear says that, though--and she tenses when his hand brushes over the burn. It stings, to say the least, and she's not sure what it says about her that she doesn't pull back. It's certainly not a light burn in the slightest, and someone with less pain tolerance or resistance would've probably cried out.
Alear isn't sure what it says about her that she doesn't, or that she doesn't pull away when he could easily make it so much worse or cause her more pain. But then he brandishes his staff and it doesn't take long before the wound is just a memory, and all be told, Alear can't help but blink a bit at it.]
...Amazing. There's not even a scar left behind. [She sounds genuinely impressed.] Nothing for Vander or the others to worry over at all. I didn't realize you were so talented.
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No need to make such a fuss. I know my own magic better than anyone else, so healing it's no problem.
[Still, it's... different to hear praise from someone who isn't Zephia. And even Zephia isn't one to offer praise for something so... minor.]
You're welcome. Try not to underestimate me next time.
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Yes, yes. I'll be certain to keep that in mind. Come on, though, we should go back to the others.
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As you command, O Divine One.
[And just to be an annoyance, he holds onto her hand for just a bit too long to truly be comfortable before laughing and heading off.]