SIR TERAZZA KYG, A MELANA IN THE LADY OF PALADINS - PREGAME #1
Iormel found that, once curled into a ball at the feet of his tormentors, a beating wasn't so bad. The sticks mostly broke after two or three whacks at his haunches and shoulders; the pack of village boys thankfully avoided his back and head, their motives being more to humiliate than to harm. It worked as it wasn't the beating that hurt but rather the shame he felt walking home.
Even the name calling wasn't so bad. "Sow's $#@!" was the worst of it and he had to restrain the inevitable giggle despite whatever physical abuse he was taking - he was certain showing any sort of light bearing while getting kicked probably wouldn't result in anything less than a more forceful foot.
Terzie had instructions after the last thrashing. "At least stand up and take it. At least then you'll have an excuse for a red face." Easy for her to say! Dym wouldn't poke a girl in the ribs. He wouldn't even hit a girl or the Paladins wouldn't take him.
It was right about then that Iormel noticed the boys' jeers were being thrown at a different target. He felt one, final boot before his attacker, probably Dym, turned to meet some newcomer. Iormel closed his eyes tighter: his shame was to be neverending today.
"Go home and play dollies, Terzie," Dym said. It wasn't a particularly attractive voice, but at fifteen already masculine and commanding.
"I don't keep dollies, Dym." Iormel looked through his croseed elbows and saw the young man begin to nervously glance at his gang. He took a bold step forward: "I said go home, Terzie. And I don't much care if it's dollies or womanswork. Even man has his due and his," pointing his stubby stick towards Iormel, "is to let the Paragons learn how to fight." Iormel was disheartened to hear this, naturally, and a pitiful moan elicited a hasty (and, he felt, accusing) look from his sister. Hierge, one of the other buff young men, turned a delivered a just toe-kick below Iormel's breastbone and his victim writhed in sharp agony.
There was no resounding battle cry, nor any heroic challenge given but Terzie ran forward and tackled Hierge by grabbing him around his hips and throwing all her weight into his groin and midsection. While slight of weight for a nine year-old girl Terzie could gather mass enough. Enough to leave poor Hierge writhing beside Iormel.
Terzie placed her feet beneath her crouch and grabbed the groaning boy's stick - more of a baton at this point. Her gaze was steady and aggressive, though her breathing was erratic. And being off-balance it took her too many steps when she launched herself at Dym. Without a thought, the young man stepped aside and swept his weapon up and into the side of Terzie's neck and face. Iormel was so stunned he fell out of his fetal position.
Terzie raised herself on hands and knees, bidding the scalding tears to abide until later. She had bitten her lip and so spat blood. Dym took a step forward and nearly apologized, but looking again to his gang of four (well, three, since Hierge was still grounded) assumed a lordly stance. All the same, "Some Paragon," he thought as he ruefully rubbed his head.
By this time the grownups had noticed the fight, and being grownups did what grownups do when their children's welfare is at stake.
"Don't expect me to thank you," Iormel hissed at her while they were trailing their mother to the manor.
"I'll do better, next time," Terzie muttered. Iormel pished that one and winced, fingering his ribs lightly. "And I'm sorry about your ribs."
"You shouldn't have drawn blood, Terzie."
"What are you talking about? Hierge's still intact."
"No, the other one. He had blood on his tunic. The hem, right on his leg. He ran around behind you when you capped Hierge - I figured you hit him. He kept frowning at you. I'd never seen him before. He joined in once I was grounded."
"Only the dirt is familiar to you."
"Pig's $#@!!" Though he ran to catch up with his mother rather than face Terzie on this last point.
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