Ms. Delight seemed to approve of how Nita responded to Arlecchino's question. For her part, she simply felt it would be doing Tim some degree of disservice if she agreed to hear a story about him behind his back. If it was that he was he was not in the area, that may have been a different case entirely. But if Tim was close enough to be asked his opinion on whether or not he wanted Nita to know something about his past, which as she had noticed, he seemed to be somewhat guarded about, then it would be best to have him give his permission before she would be comfortable listening to the story. In any case, Nita wondered why Ms. Delight had considered Arle's question a test. Had there been, all this while, some secret evaluation of her qualities and characters of which she had not been aware? She listened to the discussion between the two, and then to Ms. Delight's apology in mildly confused silence, but she did not say anything yet. Perhaps by listening she could get to understand a few things.
It was interesting, though, to hear that one of Ms. Delight's domains involved hope. While she would have loved to know the full extent of domains that the 'girl' before her had possession of, something told Nita that now might perhaps not be the best time for her question. Arle did seem eager to tell his story, and went ahead, before being silenced by Delight. But Nita had been able to get a bit of information, though she wasn't certain how useful it was. Tim had likely had an altercation with an Iser deity. Judging by the fact that the Silver Wolf mage seemed quite alive and well was probable proof that things had likely not gone the way that this deity from Iceberg would have liked, unless they were the crafty, subtle sort, who liked to slowly, imperceptibly, wreck havoc on those who displeased or offended them. While Nita knew just a little about deities, she was sure that most of them were not that obscure in their dealings with mortals, seeing as they often tended to look down on beings made of flesh and blood... often to their detriment. Nita was a prime example of this.
Silence reigned for the meantime, allowing Nita to more ably focus on the match. She was quite interested in seeing how Tim fared in this battle, mostly because she wanted to see him use his magic (it seemed to have been light-based from what she could recollect, although there were a number of things she still didn't get about it). For some reason, she was sure he would win; or perhaps, not as sure as she was hopeful. Even though Samsa had assured the mages that the fights would not be mortal combat, Nita was quite unwilling to see Tim lose. As she watched the mechanical lioness prowling and stalking the dark-haired mage, Nita felt uncomfortable with the understanding that Tim was at a disadvantage here. But he seemed intelligent enough, and Nita suspected that despite all his claims to not being a very efficient fighter, he would prove such claims wrong when he had his back to the wall.
If Nita were to voice her opinion, she thought the lioness was making a mistake. One was never meant to underestimate an opponent, unless one could say with absolute certainty that one knew everything they were capable of, their strengths and weaknesses, their powers and flaws, their habits and patterns of thought. And even if one could claim to know all these, the fact that people could be very unpredictable made Nita make the habit of doing no underestimation of her own, although she did encourage others to do so concerning her. It made it all the more satisfying when she surprised them, and they were less inclined to be prepared for her game changing plans, when she enacted them. As the lioness continued to talk with Tim, Nita had to admit that she was impressed to hear that Tim had vanquished the physical manifestation of a deity. That was certainly no normal feat, and in her opinion, it was supposed to be all the more reason for this lioness not to underestimate the tall mage.
The sight of the saw eating into the tree caused a look of alarm and concern to register on Nita's face. Wasn't this supposed to be a non-fatal battle? If the saw had managed to hit the Silver Wolf mage, wouldn't that have resulted in a rather bloody and messy outcome? Still, Nita hoped there were safety measures in place to ensure that being hit by the saw did not result in some gory death. The attacks ceased again, and Tim seemed to be trying to pinpoint the lioness's position, before the saw came again. Nita gasped rather audibly, too audibly, in her opinion, as the saw struck Tim, sending him flying. He did managed to dodge the second attack, and he seemed fine so far, but the way the saw cut through the trees and the state of his clothes seemed to suggest that getting hit by the saw was probably going to yield the same results as getting hit by a mechanical saw in a place where all the rules of nature worked just fine. Tim seemed to be bleeding, but it didn't seem to be much, or at least, Nita hoped so; she could not make out the best of details from this distance.
"Samsa," Nita said, the worry quite evident in her voice, "you did say that these matches are meant to be non-lethal, right? Just trying to clarify, because that saw looks anything but." Tim did seem to be rather fast on his feet, causing Nita to smile approvingly as he deftly avoided the saw coming at him again. His request for the lioness to aim at his head made Nita laugh, in spite of her worries. That was one of his positives, his sense of humor. And then Tim made his counteroffensive. Nita could not see what he had done, but the mechanical feline was soon revealed where it had made its hiding spot at the top of two trees. Tim had found it. Although the place darkened again, like every sound strategist, Tim was unwilling to allow his advantage go to waste. He was planning something, with the little light show he had just put up, but Nita did not immediately discern what he was doing. Another attack came, and was deflected, and the saw refused to work. And Nita realized what Tim had done, her eyes slowly widening as the worried look changed into an exultant smile. "Yes, yes, yes!" she muttered encouragingly as Tim turned the tide.
As Ms. Delight did the dramatic cheering, Nita managed to compose herself, though if anyone had been looking at her, her expression would have been one of eager pleasure. If the other goddess hadn't been there to cheer vocally, Nita was sure she would have been the one doing the squealing and fist pumping. Ms. Delight being here helped her pretend to possess some level of decorum, she admitted to herself. The discussion of his strategy proved that he was quite a sound strategist. A well-aimed throw, and the chase was brought to an end. If there was another thing Nita would add regarding her positive evaluation of Tim, it was that he was not violence-prone, seen by his attempt at persuading the mechanical cat to forebear fighting. The cat did not seem too eager to concede with so little effort, though. Nita did not expect that it would. And it was down to a more visceral, hand-to-claw fight.
Nita gasped again, as the obviously sharp fangs of the lioness attempted to close round Tim's neck, but his chains had managed to save him from getting his throat torn out. Nita was a flurry of nerves once again. Tim kicked the robotic beast off, but it pounced again, going for the same maneuver, although with a different twist. And for a moment, Tim was in danger of getting his face blasted off, but he stalemated the lioness by using his sword to threaten her core. And finally, the lioness conceded that the match was over. Nita let out a sigh she didn't know she had been holding in. They ended on cordial terms, and Tim got sent back to the ballroom.
As soon as Tim arrived, Nita was all over him. "Tim Timotheos Timson! Did you want to have me killed? That fight was so worrying to watch! You were very very reckless!" she exclaimed. "Very reckless... and quite incredible too! Are you hurt? Do you have any open wounds? Bruises? Possible signs of internal injuries? Dislocations? Fractures?" As she made her enquiries, she was prodding him quickly but gently in various places, to see if he registered any sign of discomfort or pain.
WC: 1500
TWC: 8314
@Rodadnuf
It was interesting, though, to hear that one of Ms. Delight's domains involved hope. While she would have loved to know the full extent of domains that the 'girl' before her had possession of, something told Nita that now might perhaps not be the best time for her question. Arle did seem eager to tell his story, and went ahead, before being silenced by Delight. But Nita had been able to get a bit of information, though she wasn't certain how useful it was. Tim had likely had an altercation with an Iser deity. Judging by the fact that the Silver Wolf mage seemed quite alive and well was probable proof that things had likely not gone the way that this deity from Iceberg would have liked, unless they were the crafty, subtle sort, who liked to slowly, imperceptibly, wreck havoc on those who displeased or offended them. While Nita knew just a little about deities, she was sure that most of them were not that obscure in their dealings with mortals, seeing as they often tended to look down on beings made of flesh and blood... often to their detriment. Nita was a prime example of this.
Silence reigned for the meantime, allowing Nita to more ably focus on the match. She was quite interested in seeing how Tim fared in this battle, mostly because she wanted to see him use his magic (it seemed to have been light-based from what she could recollect, although there were a number of things she still didn't get about it). For some reason, she was sure he would win; or perhaps, not as sure as she was hopeful. Even though Samsa had assured the mages that the fights would not be mortal combat, Nita was quite unwilling to see Tim lose. As she watched the mechanical lioness prowling and stalking the dark-haired mage, Nita felt uncomfortable with the understanding that Tim was at a disadvantage here. But he seemed intelligent enough, and Nita suspected that despite all his claims to not being a very efficient fighter, he would prove such claims wrong when he had his back to the wall.
If Nita were to voice her opinion, she thought the lioness was making a mistake. One was never meant to underestimate an opponent, unless one could say with absolute certainty that one knew everything they were capable of, their strengths and weaknesses, their powers and flaws, their habits and patterns of thought. And even if one could claim to know all these, the fact that people could be very unpredictable made Nita make the habit of doing no underestimation of her own, although she did encourage others to do so concerning her. It made it all the more satisfying when she surprised them, and they were less inclined to be prepared for her game changing plans, when she enacted them. As the lioness continued to talk with Tim, Nita had to admit that she was impressed to hear that Tim had vanquished the physical manifestation of a deity. That was certainly no normal feat, and in her opinion, it was supposed to be all the more reason for this lioness not to underestimate the tall mage.
The sight of the saw eating into the tree caused a look of alarm and concern to register on Nita's face. Wasn't this supposed to be a non-fatal battle? If the saw had managed to hit the Silver Wolf mage, wouldn't that have resulted in a rather bloody and messy outcome? Still, Nita hoped there were safety measures in place to ensure that being hit by the saw did not result in some gory death. The attacks ceased again, and Tim seemed to be trying to pinpoint the lioness's position, before the saw came again. Nita gasped rather audibly, too audibly, in her opinion, as the saw struck Tim, sending him flying. He did managed to dodge the second attack, and he seemed fine so far, but the way the saw cut through the trees and the state of his clothes seemed to suggest that getting hit by the saw was probably going to yield the same results as getting hit by a mechanical saw in a place where all the rules of nature worked just fine. Tim seemed to be bleeding, but it didn't seem to be much, or at least, Nita hoped so; she could not make out the best of details from this distance.
"Samsa," Nita said, the worry quite evident in her voice, "you did say that these matches are meant to be non-lethal, right? Just trying to clarify, because that saw looks anything but." Tim did seem to be rather fast on his feet, causing Nita to smile approvingly as he deftly avoided the saw coming at him again. His request for the lioness to aim at his head made Nita laugh, in spite of her worries. That was one of his positives, his sense of humor. And then Tim made his counteroffensive. Nita could not see what he had done, but the mechanical feline was soon revealed where it had made its hiding spot at the top of two trees. Tim had found it. Although the place darkened again, like every sound strategist, Tim was unwilling to allow his advantage go to waste. He was planning something, with the little light show he had just put up, but Nita did not immediately discern what he was doing. Another attack came, and was deflected, and the saw refused to work. And Nita realized what Tim had done, her eyes slowly widening as the worried look changed into an exultant smile. "Yes, yes, yes!" she muttered encouragingly as Tim turned the tide.
As Ms. Delight did the dramatic cheering, Nita managed to compose herself, though if anyone had been looking at her, her expression would have been one of eager pleasure. If the other goddess hadn't been there to cheer vocally, Nita was sure she would have been the one doing the squealing and fist pumping. Ms. Delight being here helped her pretend to possess some level of decorum, she admitted to herself. The discussion of his strategy proved that he was quite a sound strategist. A well-aimed throw, and the chase was brought to an end. If there was another thing Nita would add regarding her positive evaluation of Tim, it was that he was not violence-prone, seen by his attempt at persuading the mechanical cat to forebear fighting. The cat did not seem too eager to concede with so little effort, though. Nita did not expect that it would. And it was down to a more visceral, hand-to-claw fight.
Nita gasped again, as the obviously sharp fangs of the lioness attempted to close round Tim's neck, but his chains had managed to save him from getting his throat torn out. Nita was a flurry of nerves once again. Tim kicked the robotic beast off, but it pounced again, going for the same maneuver, although with a different twist. And for a moment, Tim was in danger of getting his face blasted off, but he stalemated the lioness by using his sword to threaten her core. And finally, the lioness conceded that the match was over. Nita let out a sigh she didn't know she had been holding in. They ended on cordial terms, and Tim got sent back to the ballroom.
As soon as Tim arrived, Nita was all over him. "Tim Timotheos Timson! Did you want to have me killed? That fight was so worrying to watch! You were very very reckless!" she exclaimed. "Very reckless... and quite incredible too! Are you hurt? Do you have any open wounds? Bruises? Possible signs of internal injuries? Dislocations? Fractures?" As she made her enquiries, she was prodding him quickly but gently in various places, to see if he registered any sign of discomfort or pain.
WC: 1500
TWC: 8314
@Rodadnuf
