Waiting on the Bell

Nobody reached the ring on time, which spared me the immediate inconvenience of being thrown flat by Meho. She announced it was time, with the confidence of someone already wearing gloves. I agreed to meet her there and made the sensible provision that any defeat be called tactical until a healer and a pen could inspect it.

Blaedy, delayed herself, took great pleasure in explaining that lying down would only make death’s work easier. Arrowyy was occupied serving a cat, proving once again that even warriors answer to smaller commanders. Summoneyy also drifted in on the same late tide. A fierce company, provided the battle begins after supper.