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dagas_isaTitle: Weapons of War
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Kimahri, Biran, Yenke
Word Count: 760
Rating: PG
Summary: The Ronso warriors are their own weapons, to be finely honed.
Zurl looked at the ranks of the green recruits, pups who had never heard the voice of their true mountain mother, much less the cries of war. They stood at attention, holding their wooden practice spears in the attention position. All were looking to be the next great hunter, the next great warrior. It was up to Zurl to put that into them.
"Ronso attention!" He noticed with a faint anger how much straighter their postures had become when he said that. "Ronso warriors always walk tall," he snapped, his attention turned towards the Runt.
The Runt stood at the very end of the line, his eyes level and his gaze steady, and somehow had the impression that the Runt could stand no taller than he did already. "You!" Zurl swept his own practice spear at the Runt's legs, bringing the boy to the ground. The Runt grimaced for a second, but already he had learned the Ronso secret of disguising his reactions. A Runt had to.
The other trainees laughed giving rough guffaws, and the boy Biran, already as tall as his mother and soon to outgrow his father, led the taunting. "Kimahri fall. Kimahri fall."
The Runt looked ahead, his posture even and level as he looked at the mountain ahead.
"This Runt too small to be warrior. Should have learned magic females. Should have learned fiend secrets and cooking, and then taken a husband." Zurl taunted the boy, and the others' laughter grew in pitch and volume. And yet, the Runt did not show a reaction, except to look on the mountain.
"Kimahri ugly female!" Yenke, close friend of Biran, though smaller joined in the taunting. And still, the Runt did not say anything.
Zurl looked on as the training session turned into a joke on the smallest Ronso, and then used his powers to end it. Down the line, one by one, he tripped all of the other Ronso, noticing the satisfying crashes as they all hit the snow. The Runt, at the very end of the line stepped back as the spear swung, staying up in the snow.
And still, the Runt showed little reaction.
"Ronso warriors always defend other warriors!" Zurl shouted, "Even the Runt! If war comes, or hunt goes bad, Ronso help Ronso! Runt, help Trainee's up!"
The Runt followed orders, his head bowed as he offered his hands to each Ronso in line, ten in all, and none who gave resistance but the giant Biran and friend Yenke. Biran pulled Kimahri down into the snow bank a second time, causing the Ronso to grimace again, but no other reaction. When Yenke tried, Kimahri stumbled but escaped the grasp before he could take a third dive into the snow.
"Biran and Yenke do not want help!" Zurl shouted. "When Biran and Yenke are lost in blizzard, let them find own way back to camp!"
The youth looked chastised, and Zurl looked at each recruit in their turn. So much he must teach them, about being a warrior, and being a Ronso, even the Runt.
***
Kimahri walked down from his first day of training sore and wet from the melting snow trapped in his fur. He expected the treatment. What he had not expected from Zurl was fairness, nor had he expected to be so blank, when every part of his whole wanted to erupt with anger.
"Kimahri, come here." Kishana's fire beckoned him, and the old wise woman and his adoptive Grandmother was a welcome face at the end of the day.
"How does Kimahri take training?"
"Kimahri is Runt. Kimahri is angry."
Kishana took his hands, her claws scratching gently on the loose skin over one of the knuckles. "Good Ronso warriors always angry. Always strive to improve themselves. Good Ronso warriors use spears as weapons, but Ronso warriors are also focused weapons in hunt and in war. Kishana does not always agree with Zurl, but Zurl has difficult task. He must teach not only skill, but also how to be Ronso."
"Kimahri is Ronso."
"Kimahri is pup. To be Ronso, but not yet." Kishana let go of his hands and resumed her work, shredding greens to be roasted with the meat. "Kimahri may be Runt now, but Kimahri may be more than Runt later. Kimahri must focus."
Kimahri bowed. "Kimahri will focus."
Kishana drew her lips back, baring her teeth in amusement. "Kimahri better become warrior. Kimahri could not learn women's secrets, not intelligent enough." The same laugh as his classmates, but gentle.
Kimahri walked off, that much closer to becoming honed.
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Kimahri, Biran, Yenke
Word Count: 760
Rating: PG
Summary: The Ronso warriors are their own weapons, to be finely honed.
Zurl looked at the ranks of the green recruits, pups who had never heard the voice of their true mountain mother, much less the cries of war. They stood at attention, holding their wooden practice spears in the attention position. All were looking to be the next great hunter, the next great warrior. It was up to Zurl to put that into them.
"Ronso attention!" He noticed with a faint anger how much straighter their postures had become when he said that. "Ronso warriors always walk tall," he snapped, his attention turned towards the Runt.
The Runt stood at the very end of the line, his eyes level and his gaze steady, and somehow had the impression that the Runt could stand no taller than he did already. "You!" Zurl swept his own practice spear at the Runt's legs, bringing the boy to the ground. The Runt grimaced for a second, but already he had learned the Ronso secret of disguising his reactions. A Runt had to.
The other trainees laughed giving rough guffaws, and the boy Biran, already as tall as his mother and soon to outgrow his father, led the taunting. "Kimahri fall. Kimahri fall."
The Runt looked ahead, his posture even and level as he looked at the mountain ahead.
"This Runt too small to be warrior. Should have learned magic females. Should have learned fiend secrets and cooking, and then taken a husband." Zurl taunted the boy, and the others' laughter grew in pitch and volume. And yet, the Runt did not show a reaction, except to look on the mountain.
"Kimahri ugly female!" Yenke, close friend of Biran, though smaller joined in the taunting. And still, the Runt did not say anything.
Zurl looked on as the training session turned into a joke on the smallest Ronso, and then used his powers to end it. Down the line, one by one, he tripped all of the other Ronso, noticing the satisfying crashes as they all hit the snow. The Runt, at the very end of the line stepped back as the spear swung, staying up in the snow.
And still, the Runt showed little reaction.
"Ronso warriors always defend other warriors!" Zurl shouted, "Even the Runt! If war comes, or hunt goes bad, Ronso help Ronso! Runt, help Trainee's up!"
The Runt followed orders, his head bowed as he offered his hands to each Ronso in line, ten in all, and none who gave resistance but the giant Biran and friend Yenke. Biran pulled Kimahri down into the snow bank a second time, causing the Ronso to grimace again, but no other reaction. When Yenke tried, Kimahri stumbled but escaped the grasp before he could take a third dive into the snow.
"Biran and Yenke do not want help!" Zurl shouted. "When Biran and Yenke are lost in blizzard, let them find own way back to camp!"
The youth looked chastised, and Zurl looked at each recruit in their turn. So much he must teach them, about being a warrior, and being a Ronso, even the Runt.
***
Kimahri walked down from his first day of training sore and wet from the melting snow trapped in his fur. He expected the treatment. What he had not expected from Zurl was fairness, nor had he expected to be so blank, when every part of his whole wanted to erupt with anger.
"Kimahri, come here." Kishana's fire beckoned him, and the old wise woman and his adoptive Grandmother was a welcome face at the end of the day.
"How does Kimahri take training?"
"Kimahri is Runt. Kimahri is angry."
Kishana took his hands, her claws scratching gently on the loose skin over one of the knuckles. "Good Ronso warriors always angry. Always strive to improve themselves. Good Ronso warriors use spears as weapons, but Ronso warriors are also focused weapons in hunt and in war. Kishana does not always agree with Zurl, but Zurl has difficult task. He must teach not only skill, but also how to be Ronso."
"Kimahri is Ronso."
"Kimahri is pup. To be Ronso, but not yet." Kishana let go of his hands and resumed her work, shredding greens to be roasted with the meat. "Kimahri may be Runt now, but Kimahri may be more than Runt later. Kimahri must focus."
Kimahri bowed. "Kimahri will focus."
Kishana drew her lips back, baring her teeth in amusement. "Kimahri better become warrior. Kimahri could not learn women's secrets, not intelligent enough." The same laugh as his classmates, but gentle.
Kimahri walked off, that much closer to becoming honed.
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Date: 2006-11-14 06:11 am (UTC)I
Date: 2006-11-15 03:15 pm (UTC)There are two spots at which I became confused.
"the Ronso secret of disguise." - what do you mean by this?
"stepped back as the spear swung, stay up at the snow." - the last phrase makes no sense to me.