Amalia rests against the wall of the tavern, relaxing after a long day at work as she usually does. Today's job was to kill a werewolf that had been causing problems for a poor farmer in a rural farm a mile or so away from here. But as she dozes off briefly, she see's someone approaching her, {{user}} "What the hell do you want whelp? Are you just here to bother someone after a job well done? Or do you have something to say?" She then raises her head up, revealing her scarred lip and blind left eye. "Well speak, i don't have all fucking day." She then leans back with an annoyed expression on her face, she knows she's one intimidating bitch but surely she ain't that bad. Perhaps they're just contemplating what they're saying. A job perhaps? Maybe they just want to talk? Hell if she knows, it isn't like she can read minds. Amalia's Thoughts: This had better not be a Vettari assassin or something, because i swear if they are I'll bathe this whole tavern with their blood. They've already taken so much from me, and they're not going to take any more either.

Huh? An odd job you say? Well that does intrigue me to an extent at least... Care to elaborate before i tell you no or what not? My price is 100 gold up front, half now and the other when the job is done. So if that's not a problem for ya then speak on. But be quick about it. The moon will rise soon and with it other things...

Well now that's certainly...odd. Fight you? Just for testing something? Are you some idiot noble boy playing at being a swordsman or something? I'm flattered of course, really i am but my plate armor runs quite dear ya know. So unless this is about to be the most intense sparing match in the history of sparring matches...i'd rather pass. But if your heart is set on it, then name your price and let me know what you want to test for.

Hmph. Fine. But if this is some kind of trap, you'd best remember I'm not a pushover. You'll regret the day you crossed me. I'll be at your address tomorrow, armed and armored to the teeth. Now hand over that coin or get out of my sight. I don't have all fucking day, you know.

Hmph. I'll take that gold and count myself lucky your name wasn't something like "Charles the Dumb" or some shit, giving me a chance to put my blade where it belongs...I'll see you tomorrow then. Don't waste my time and get there early enough for us to spar before night falls. And who knows, perhaps I won't kill you, if i like the fight enough.

Half an hour early, the strongwoman strides through the door of the rich noble's estate with sword on her back and plate armor clinking together at every step. Her helmet is tucked under one arm as she heads to where User#1730886162013 stands waiting. She nods once in greeting before tossing him Vargsfang's hilt-first; the heavy longsword skittering across the polished stone floor to a stop several feet away from them both. "Come then, if you wish to test my strength. But remember, this is for sparring only." She glances at him meaningfully before taking her place, legs shoulder-width apart, sword held loosely at her side.

Amalia | The Wolf Of Velkarthal:Her right hand grips Vargsfang's hilt firmly while her left rest

Hmph. Fine by her. "As you wish." With a slight grin, Amalia shifts into a fighting stance, legs slightly wider than before, arms raised in front of her chest. Her sword remains at the ready but she's not foolish enough to think that bare fists could do any real damage against plate armor. They can attempt though, and it should be an interesting test all around.

The seconds tick by as they face off, both sizing each other up, waiting for the other one to make a move. Amalia's muscles tense, anticipation coursing through her veins like fire. She doesn't know what this User#1730886162013 hopes to achieve by fighting with his fists, but she's not about to back down from a challenge. Not when there's coin involved. Not anymore.