[Non Canon/social/Minerva] Its Cold outside!

It was a beautiful night, the stars actually had that dazzling look, and the moon was extra big and white. It shone brightly giving the night sky a blue hue. It was an especially chilly night out today as well, which made Jahan even more eager to get indoors. He had identified were Minerva stayed, he just asked Knife to track her down. She did a great job really, Jahan had all the information right down to the window. 

Jahan sneezed for what felt like the hundredth time and he was just about done. He picked up a rock about the size of a quarter and threw it at Minerva's bedroom window in efforts to wake her and get inside. He didn't account for his fanalis strength which sent the rock through the window and made a rather loud sound which was followed promptly by 

"Shit!"

Jahan was through with the formalities now, he had already broken the window, so he might as well get in the house. He leaped off the ground silently, grabbing hold of Minerva's window sea and pulling himself up. He knocked on the glass which was enough with his strength to break the surrounding shards, and put his hand through the newly made holed, un latching the lock and opening the window. 

He was greeted by a familiar warmth and a sweet scent. Closing and locking the window behind himself he sat on Minervas bed. He kicked off his shoes, and threw his cloak to the side. Like always Jahan was dressed rather expensively, his cloak actually had real gold trimmings. He started shedding layers of clothing, from sashes, to robes, until he had nothing on but a plain black long sleeve shirt, a bit tight but nothing major, and a pair of soft baggy black pants. (Judar Style)

Jahan made himself at home immediately, after folding his clothes and setting it aside neatly he crawled in Minerva's covers, cocooning himself. He closed his eyes kind of forgetting why he was here in the first place.

She sighed heavily, wantin the day to be done with. She pushed the door open, her heavy handed movements slowly creaking the hinges. She had arrived home far later than usual, the sun nearly set now, and she had gone without food for the past several hours. She grabbed a sliver of jerked beef from the pantry before she slipped upstairs to her half of the floor, the delicious spiced meat washing over her tongue with a beautiful flavor. She cracked open the door to her room lazily, her mind elsewhere as she unloaded her things at her desk, still unaware of her unexpected visitor.

She turns, seeing the folded clothes first, and then the cocoon in her bed. She shouts in surprise and fear, fiercely whacking the disguised Janghir with her staff before bouncing back into the corner, her rukh forming into its characteristic crackle around her. She stops, realizing that she knows the man in the cocoon of blankets as her attack uncovered his face.

"J-Janghir?" Her face seems relieved, yet sours again. "Let me guess, you came back because you want me to be your empress still,"she says, sighing in exhasperation.

Jahan sits up, the whack of Minerva's staff served as an alarm clock. He looked at her lazily and rubbed his eyes before yawning rather loudly. Minerva seemed to sour a bit before bringing up the whole "empress" comment he made a day or so ago. Jahan didn't let this bother him though, he simply went on to reply to the girl in a tiredly fashion.

"Of coarse. I said I would make you my empress so I will. I follow through with everything I say." Jahan said this like it was a normal thing. Well for him this was a normal thing as far as normal meant. He started yawning still being rather tired, and continued to explain himself/

"Though I get what your sayin and all. We just met, yada-yada-" Jahan yawned again before impulsively lying back down in the bed. 

"You got some  food? Like a lot of food?"

His attention had already been averted from what he was saying. He got up and ran down Minervas steps and into her kitchen, before returning up the stairs with ever bit of sweets that he could carry. He lined up everything neatly, the crackers and cakes, etc and sat criss cross.

"Now I was saying something. Oh yea, I want you to be my Empress. Your beautiful, smart and a bunch of other adjectives that would take forever to list. Yet I understand that i dont really know you that well."

Jahan stopped to take a bite of a cinnamon pastry. 

"Whatever theres too much feelings to explain, geez you could have just said yes" 

Jahan rolled his eyes, he truly had a kingly attitude. He wasnt afraid to say or do anything, or make anywhere his home as he was currently. He continued to snack while listening for anything Minerva would say. He soon finished his food and after becoming full he felt like going back to sleep, so he crawled back in bed and curled in Minerva's covers. 

"Anyways why did you just run away?" he asked sleepily from beneath minervas sheets. He was referring to her exit a day ago.

Her face goes red, her brow furrowed and eyes fuming. As he disappears. She let's him finish his explanation of how wonderful she is. She slams her staff into the ground, her voice placid as peals of lightning suddenly arc around her. "I don't believe a word you just uttered. You will replace ALL of that food you just ate, NOW. I did not invite you in to my house, and I did not invite you to eat my food, and as such, you are a thief in the house of a magician, and I abhor thiefs."

She forms a thin spear over her head, aiming the Volt Spear at Jahangir, completely ignoring his question. "I'm giving you two options. One: stop spouting bullshit about how wonderful you think I am and stop using me as a resource for food and just leave me be, or two: start acting like you actually value me and show me that you aren't just full of empty, impulsive words. Either decision, I want you out of my house, and I want that food replaced. Now."

Jahan's eyes lit up. He was urged to clap, something he would tauntingly in an attempt to tease majority of his enemies, yet this girl was no enemy to him. Yet her words and resolve were an actual turn on for Jahangir, the boy who had a thirst for danger. It was nice to know the girl he had chosen to be his Empress was well, a bit feisty? She at the least made her opinions known. 

"Very well then." Jahan said lazily grabbing his cloak and brandishing a large sack of gold. 

"Uhhh will this cover it?" He playfully tossed the sack of gold to minerva and rolled to his side. Propping his head on a bent arm in a rather kingly fashion. He was giving the situation thought, he rarely would submit to anyone. Showing people respect was not something Jahangir was very good at, simply from the fact that he respected quite few. Yet this was the girl he proclaimed he'd make his Empress, for reasons he couldn't truly explain. He was impulsive yes, though what gave him that impulse was rather mysterious. If I, the narrator had to guess, I would say Jahangir had a common crush, yet on a far more ludicrous level. The boy did everything as big as possible, so a crush which would usually remain that in Jahan's hand became a proposal.

To the matter on hand, Jahan knew he liked the girl and she did mean something to him, as vague as the term currently stood, so he supposed that she did deserve better treatment. 

"Alright. I apologize, forgive me. It was terribly rude for me to come and make myself home in your home."

 He got up from his spot in his bed walked towards mine, and her lightning spears and gently kissed her forehead. It was a action that from what he knew showed endearment, and the boys naturally charming nature was beginning to stand out. Yet would Jahan's charm be enough to settle the girl down a bit?

Minerva caught the sack of gold in one hand, shocked slightly that Jahangir wou,d simply toss so much money at her as thought it were a luxury item. She herself hadn't seen so much gold in a singular bag, much less in a single payment. Her focus wavered slightly, but snapped back to reality quickly as Jahan stood up from her bed, moving towards him. The air around the spears was hot, and jahan walked through the crackling aura she had about her, although the arcs caused no pain, amd could barely be felt as more than a tickle.

Then he did something unexpected. She knew the apology was coming, or at least, she had hoped it would be, but the soft warmth of his lips against her forehead took her completely off guard. The spears.slowly fizzled as she let the sweet feeling wash over her. He was rash, impulsive, crude and borderline offensive, but he was sweet and gentle too, and he listened to her and respected what she had to say. A comment he had made earlier began to ring in her mind, slowly invading her thoughts.

Why didn't you just say yes?

Why hadn't she? Was she too scared of what her parents would think? They had been pressuring her to find someone after all. She was nearly the same age her mother had married at. But why was she so hesitant? Maybe Jahangir wasn't entirely wrong in his impulsiveness. Maybe to find something truly wonderful you had to be willing to risk yourself, and trust in someone else, rather than your own calculations and skill.

And so she did, cupping his face in her palms and gently tugging his kiss lower until she had sealed their lips together in a soft embrace. The swelling warmth that coursed throughout her body as she held the brief kiss was electric, her mind numbing slightly under the pleasant feeling before she broke away, letting her arms rest around his neck. "I'm changing my mind.

"I say yes, Jahan."

Jahan eased into the kiss smoothly. The course of actions left him almost shocked, and he couldn't help but think.

"Well that turned out better than I thought it would."

Jahan simply accepted her warm embrace, it felt good, different then his former flings by far. There was a sweeter more precious feeling, something that wasn't derived completely from lust and shallowness. Not that this relationship was too much better, it was done so quickly and un planned that their romance was kinda cheesy. Though I wouldn't go as far as to say that it was uncommon, in this day and age girls were being married off when they reached their teens and to old men at that. Not to mention all of the things he heard about these "arranged" marriages that were common on Kou. Never the less Jahan even knew that him and his new lover had a far road ahead of them.

But who really gives a fuck? This was about as adorable as Jahan got. 

Jahan hugged Minerva, kissing her cheek and whispering in her ear. 

"Great decision" 

With that he broke apart from the girl, and plopped back on the bed, rolling over. The window that he broke was letting in a disastrous chill and Jahan still being that kid that he was curled back into his covers. 

"How about a nap now?Or did you want to talk about something?"

The boy wasn't worried about anything, he supposed he would have to meet minerva's family soon, and all of that jazz but he could care less. He would cross that bridge when he got to it. For now he had a long day and he was very tired, and it was getting cold as all hell. 

"By the way I broke the Window."

"Obviously you can start by getting out of my bed and putting your clothes on, then hauling yourself outside and buying me a new window. You broke that, so you owe me that much. If we leave now, mother and father will get back while we're out, and you can ask them for permission to court me then."

She pushes the door open, tossing the man's clothes on his face. "After that, I suppose we can just take our time and see what happens." She turns and walks out of her room, her cloak swirling behind her as she tips her staff back into her hands. Jaja can hear the tap of her steel-toed boots on the stairs as she goes down to the main level with the gold, leaving the bag on the table.

What compelled her to change her mind? Maybe it was a gut feeling. She was sure that if Jahangir just wanted to have sex with her he would have said it outright, or at least, that's what his personality indicated. So the fact that he hadn't yet and even aknowledged her view stood for something. He cared about her, she knew that much, but she wanted him to at least tell her parents how he thought of her, and how her parents would react around such a man.

And she wanted to be courted. Sure, she wouldn't mind falling in love quickly and being whisked away by her future husband, but where was the real connection in that? Besides, she had agreed to give Jahangir a chance, or at least, that's how she felt she came across. Hopefully her earlier ultimatum had shown him what she was wanting, and who knew. Maybe her impulsive decision based on a crush would blossom into what she was hoping.

Only time could tell.

Jahan groaned like a child who was just given chores. He would have to go back out into the cold. The freezing, dark, windy cold. Something that he hated. At least when it was hot he had an excuse to take his shirt of and show his muscles in vain, but no the cold was good for nothing but fashion. Winter Cloaks were sexy, but anyways the man started getting dressed back into his expensive winter clothes and met Minerva downstairs. 

"Alright lets go, but umm, who even sells windows?"

Jahan opened the door for Minerva, and he would exit behind her. He would promptly find a window salesmen, and after purchasing the most beautiful window in the salesmen had, he would return with Minerva. 

[Timeskip to their return home]

Jahan followed Minerva home, grumbling about the cold.

"Oh for goodness sake Jahan! If you're going to gripe about the weather, then don't shatter someone's window and knock on the door like a civilized person." She sighs in annoyance, tempted to whack him with her staff. Bu he'd been such a gentleman, carrying the window all the way from the bazaar to her house and she knew the glass must be freezing. She pushes open the door, stepping in before Jahangir and breaking into a small jog.

"Daddy!!" She leapt into the man's arms with a clatter and clang, his armor struggling to accommodate her hug. She slid to the gound as her father removed his helmet, smiling and laughing, the deep rumble filling the house. "How's my princess been?" She shakes the cold out, feeling the heat of the earth beneath the stairs. "I'm doing well, except for my broken window. Some hooligan broke in and ate a severe sum of food, but they seemed to have left compensation." She motions Jahangir inside. "Father, this is Jahangir, a friend of mine I met recently. He said he wanted to talk to you about something."

She moves by Jahangir taking the glass with surprising ease. "I'll leave you two alone for a bit. I've got to repair this window." She nods trudging upstairs.

Anax approaches Jahangir, hand outstretched. The man was unbelievably tall for a human, standing at a full 6'4" in front of the halfblood. "Jahangir, is it? A pleasure." He gripped the boy's hand with a rediculous ammount of strength. "You didn't happen to see the mongrel that broke her window, did you?"

Jahan was surprised to see her father in a suit of armor, he had no idea the man was a guard, that would explain some of Minerva's nerve. Her father was a tall man standing at 3 inches above Jahan, he took the mans handshake, which Jahan could tell was firm and possibly done to intimidate the man. Jahan had always been perceived as two things from parents, "The son in law" or "the good for nothing loose canon". This was due to his charm which was commonly either received very well or very badly.

Jahan just settled for acting himself, while being a bit more behaved, he replied to the mans handshakes with a light strength. He felt that breaking the mans fingers wasn't going to make a good impression. However he still wanted his handshake to say, "Hey If anyone messes with your daughter, I can snap there necks!"

Which sadly is something every father wants in their son in law. 

"That would be me" Jahan said in a friendly tone, scratching his head lightly. "I was goofing off to much and broke it on accident"

Technically this wasn't a lie at all, then again he didn't tell him exactly how he broke the window. Though he would if the man asked, Jahan didn't really fear the mans opinion of him. Jahan even in the face of his "father in law" continued to be the fearless individual he was. 

"The food as well, I paid for everything, but that's not what i wanted to talk to you about. I'll get straight to the point. I want to marry your daughter."

Jahan waited  a moment for his statement to settle in. 

"Minerva and I have already talked about it, so now I just needed to ask you If I could have your daughter's hand in marriage"

The word marriage felt odd on Jahan's tongue, he just didn't know how to think of it. He was still gonna go through with it, he just realized until this point in time he had never actually thought of marriage once in his life. Well at least now Jahan wont grow to be one of those old lonely perverted guys.

"Hah! Straightforward and concise! See, if there were more men like you in the guard the captains would have a much easier time." He claps the boy on the shoulder. "For your question of marriage, I'll be saying no, with the prospect of a yes in the future. You seem to be genuinely interested in my daughter, but neither myself, nor my wife have gotten to know you, and I don't think you truly know my daughter yet." His face seems nearly fatherly to the young man. "Take the time to get to know her, and make sure you're really in love. Marriage isn't an impulsive decision. If you still feel the same way after that, then we can talk again. I know my daughter enough to know that's how she would want you to proceed, whether or not that's how she said it."

He turns to the table, taking his helmet off and opening the bag of gold. "By Reim, Jahangir. With this sum you'd think you were planning on breaking all of our windows!" His deep laugh fills the air, the warm joy saturating the room. "Why did you break the window in the first place?"

Jahan grinned, he was alright with the mans answer, and it kind of made more sense to him. Actually if Jahan could commit to this impulsive decision, then Minerva probably would be the one for him. However to answer the mans question was another thing. 

"I was coming to visit Minerva and I tried to tap the window with a pebble, but you see I'm half Fanalis and I sorta sent the stone through the window on accident."

It was a bit odd but maybe the man would understand, if not he would just understand Jahan's antics more, never the less Jahan wondered what was next.

Anax chuckles. "Hah. The window was old anyway. Just come by her mother's store next time. She'll be there if she isn't here. As for the food, well, I think you've easily compensated that. Now go ahead and spend some time with my daughter. She'll need help replacing that window anyway." The man throws himself into a chair by the window, swiftly drifting off to sleep, a nap required after his shift.

---

Truthfully, Minerva had strained quite a bit getting the glass up the stairs, and when she got up to her room, her facade crumbled, letting the glass down onto the bed with trembling knee and panting breaths. She grabbed a wastebin and worked on unlatching the inner half of the windows. It was a system she had designed when she broke her window a year previous, installing hinges and locks to that she could open the side of the frame and slide the window down in.

Of course, that didn't change the matter of lifting the heavy glass or getting the frame to a workable angle, but she managed on her own, and by the time Jahangir came up into her room again, she had just finished pushing the frame back into place. She slid the small plank of wood down the side of the frame and clicked it back into place, shutting the cold air out once more before falling back onto her bed with an oomph.

Jahan entered Minerva's room and raised an eyebrow. She had just plopped herself upon her bed and looked rather exhausted. So Jahan did what any loving boyfriend would do. He laid across her and laughed, knowing she would likely not be able to lift him. With a teasing grin on his face he snickered. 

"Your dad said we should get to know each other before we wed, so I guess that makes me your boyfriend."

Jahan grinned at Minerva everything just seemed to work out fine. He had expected her dad would be oddly serious and protective, but he seemed to get along with Jahan just fine. Jahan soon rolled of of Minerva and besides her.`

"You seem really warn out from just picking that window up. I know magicians have a weak constitution but seriously you need some training" Jahan said this with a silly lighthearted, almost sarastic tone, just an efforts to tease the girl. However he immediately felt like she wouldn't take it the same way.

She sighs, rolling over into the pillow. She was initially happy at the affection he had shown her. sure, she couldn't have lifted him, but that wasn't something on her agenda. But the reminder of her weakness perturbed her and discouraged her. Sure, one could improve with training, but she was fairly sure she'd need a lot more to even come close to the level of her friends. She rolled into Jahan, hiding her face in his chest. "Don't remind me, Jahan..."

She clung close to him before rolling over him and grabbing her staff, pushing herself toward the door. "Come on, Jahan. I know a place where I can train that's warm." She disappears, waiting downstairs for her man.

---

The barracks were empty at this time of night, the occasional guardsman only moving by to grab his materials. She pushes the last table to the side, a small arena made when she empties the floor. "Is this good?"

"Perfect" Jahan said circling the arena. It was circular and 30 meters in diameter. The Circle was surrounded with steps that the military would use as bleachers when in combat instruction. Jahan stood in the epicenter of the circle, and examined Minerva. 

"I don't know a shed of magic, but I can teach you how to fight." He bowed his head, and smiled at her. 

"If I win thought, I want to have se-"Jahan devilishly made this lustful comment in order to fluster Minerva. Minerva was not any different then his other opponents and he would tease the girl almost as badly as the others. However he honestly didn't believe she would take him seriously, which didn't matter after all; he just wanted to get under her skin.

He walked towards Minerva at 5 m/s, his arms crossed. 

"Ladies First"

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Okay heres our mock battle, we will run it like a real battle and ill try and give you tips through it!

Minerva inhales deeply, getting the oxygen to her brain. She was training with her boyfriend, so he wouldn't hurt her too bad...right? Then again, this was Jahangir, so she prepared for him to strike with intent. Her mind raced with the various way's the battle could play out, but in the end she only saw one chance of herself winning, and that was to force Jahangir airborne, where he could no longer dodge her spells.

This is just like the time's when you would micro in Skrimish with papa, Minerva reminded herself gently, attempting to sooth her racing mind. It's all about forcing the enemy into a position where they are at a disadvantage, and then using that as often as you can. I'd have to remove every other option from him except leaping, the question is how do I do that.

She dropped her thought process, steeling her nerves before she slammed her staff into the ground, a static pulse rippling out towards Jahan at 10/m per second before she leaps back a measly 5 meters, putting herself approximately 15 meters from Jahangir. She knew the static pulse would never be enough to really even distract a man who could leap so extravagantly, or even just skip to the side, but that wasn't what she wanted to do. She needed to by time. She needed a second for something so spark.

The air around her crackled, her soft static bringing her powers to light. Of course, she was really the only one who could see this happening, unless there was another person who could see the rukh. Her power was still raw, and unfocused, and it leaked slightly, but she stayed under the illusion that this was the norm. She kept her mind about her, never letting her eyes waver from Jahangir. Then suddenly something in her mind perked. If she could create something that would collapse around Jahangir from all sides, she could force him into the air. Her mind raced through her most recent readings on area spells, the young scholar swiftly recollecting several key passages. She knew that sustaining the spell would make it a bit more useful, so she attempted to work that in around what she had already formulated, quickly drawing the runes in her mind, a cyclic angle that amplified power from the outside in.

She waited for Jahan to approach a bit more before attempting to force him into a decision. She held her staff sideways, thrusting her hand in the direction of the ground beneath Jahan, the bolt of lightning suddenly circling the man. The sides suddenly began to fill in at 15m/s at what was his present location, but the damage wasn't her goal. If he leaped from the spot, she'd have a chance to nail him with one of her spells, and hopefully it would be enough to allow her to push into an advantage. Then of course, there was always the possibility he could dispel the field.

At this point, she could only try to react to her boyfriend, hoping the situation turned in her favor.

spells:

Trained Spell:

[Magoi 170/200]

It would be considered a bit cute for Jahan but at the same time he supposed they had work to be done. Jahan had began walking towards Minerva at 5 m/s in the last post. Jahan watched curiously as Minerva readied her spell. He however had no intention of losing, this was suppose to teach the girl right. So he would start by showing her how precious distance and speed were in a fight, 

She launched her spell "Static Pulse" it traveled at 10 m/s it would take 1 approximately 1 second to meet Jahan, whom was approximately 10 meters away. He had more than enough time to dodge, his reaction speed being at 275.. With him already having started a jog he was able to build a momentum into a run at 10 m/s. He dodged the spell, running 5 meters to the left of it and then 5 meters towards Minerva, whom had recently jumped back 5 meters, placing her 5 meters from Jahan. 

Jahan increased his movement into a sprint at 15 m/s and cleared the 5 meter distance in 1/3 of a second. Before pulling his hand back and throwing a punch at Minerva that Would deal C tier damage, activate her borg and likely smash it. Her recently used spell would miss simply because Jahan had ran out of the target area.

Minerva doesn't even have the chance to react to the punch, her borg cracking audibly, the shattering sound ringing in her eardrums as she slowly sinks to the ground, catching herself on all fours. Her splayed hand twitches, her fingers arching and slowly curling beneath her palm until she's formed a fist. She pounds her fist on the ground in frustration, a small cloud of dust popping up as, her faliure begins to anger her, her eyes welling up slightly.

"Why...I trained myself every day for a fight and I lose in seconds...I spent so much time thinking up spells and now I'm here, and they were all useles!" Her rage at her own lack of ability echoes across the makeshift arena. "I'm useless...I'm always going to be protected..." She shudders gently, the dirt beneath her gently gathering the tears that slowly drip off her cheeks and nose. Her breath comes in strained pants, fighting back the tears from letting herself down. "I'm not cut our for fighting...I'm just not..."

This wasn't a side to the girl that Jahan knew and he immediately felt guilty. He had caused this, it was one of those moments were Jahan had to realize that his actions actually had effects on people. He didnt mean to make the girl feel this way, but it still frustrated him how she was taking it. 

"Well if your going to act like this then hell yea your not!" Jahan had never in his life scolded anyone before, he had argued, debated and insulted people, but never chasticed or scolded. He had never felt as personally involved in a persons life while caring for them until now. Up until this moment, if someone was going down their own path, jahan believed it was their choice to do so. However Not Minerva, he felt as if he had to say something to her. So as usual he just spoke straight from the heart.

"Yea of coarse Im stronger so what!" Jahan pulled his shirt off quickly, his face a but flustered from frustration. His body was littered with scars, yet none on his back, all of his battles he had fought head first. 

"From the time I was conceived there had been conflict, my parents were killed in a battle when I was just a baby, and from their I fought. I fought because my father was a mercenary and my "uncles" believed a child should be raised as a warrior. I fought because I looked so much different then other kids, and they all wanted to play"lets beat up the Helio-boy. I fought because I loved the thrill, because I wanted power because I didnt want to be disrespected. I have fought non stop, nearly every day of my life. I dont know what kind of life you've been living now, but those who seek strength dont cry when they lose sparring sessions." 

Jahan had blown off steam from his scolding, and he regretted scolding Minerva instantly. I mean, he meant every damn word that came out of his mouth, but he didn't mean to raise his voice or loose his temper. He just wanted her to "man up". Yet and still he couldnt help but look at the girl who was so beautiful in his eyes cry and feel his heart ache knowing he was the one to upset her, and he had the nerve to yell about it. His damn Fanalis temper got him again. In order to erase the damage, he quicly embraced Mine. littering her with kisses and squeezing her gently. 

"m sorry I yelled" he sighed. 

"Im sorry I'm such a bad teacher" he continued

"Forgive me please."

As the narrator, I would like to tip my hat off to the character Minerva. She singlehadadly, got Jahangir Nikator, to beg for forgiveness. Not once in my career narrating Jahan has he ever felt like he needed to be forgiven. He just held Minerva for a second, scared that if he let go shed say something like. 

"Screw you buttface you broke my borg" or "I dont even like you anyway" 

It was another thing he had recently felt that was odd, he was scared. The boy felt no fear over beast or man, but he actually enjoyed being around Mine, and if she would simply stop meeting with him, especially so soon he would be pretty crushed. Jahan sighed, not knowing what to say for the first time, dropping the embrace. He was on his knees in front of mine now a sort of pout on his face.

"I said too much right? Ill go." Jahan got up assuming that he had shattered the girls feelings for him, but what would never be shattered was Jahangir's pride. As a man he would leave with dignity. 

OOC
its late as hell man.......If i misspelled something >.> TROLOLOLOLOLOLOL

She gris her teeth, biting her lip to force her own body to move. She pushes herself off the ground as Jahangir slowly turns and begins to walk away. A trickle of blood runs down her chin and the soft lines of tears still drip across her cheeks as he steps as he reaches Five meter's away from her. Her body tremblse, but no longer was the soft shudder from embarrasment, but it was now from an entierly new source: determination. She wasn't about to let Jahangir leave, and if anything, she knew she had to stop him here. Without any warning, she launched her flurry of Shock Spheres at Jahangir's legs, her eyes drivin, and fierce. At the same time, she sprang back, widening the distance between them to a full 20 meters.

She slams her staff on the ground, staring at Jahangir, her mind somehow clear behind the seething anger she was riddled with at the moment. She leveled her staff at the man, the hard crackle of her lightning circling the amethyst gem around the top. She unbuttons her cloak with one hand, tossing it haphazardly away at the bench, her mind only focused on improving right now. So what if Jahangir had spent every day of his life fighting? That didn't make him a better fighter than Minerva, and she refused to accept her own weakness.

Since her childhood she had been ridiculed, bullied, beaten up, and hated because of her silver hair and her mother's nationality and every time her father would somehow be there to save her. She was sick of it.

"I refuse...to accept that result..." She pushes her wrist beneath her eyes, drying off her still damp cheeks. "I refuse to stand under you. I refuse to stand behind my father. I will stand on my own, and meet anyone as an equal. I don't care if they've been fighting since they were born, I refuse to acknowledge that I cannot meet them on an equal level. I don't care if that person is my future husband, or the highest magician in magnostadt. I refuse to step down."

The air around her slowly ceases to crackle, her eyes now ablaze with her stormy determination. She knows that she was narrowminded last battle, relying on a gimic and wasting something that could have been valuable in a vain attempt to force Jaja into a one-hit-wonder. She would not make the same mistake again. Ever. No matter the circumstances.

She levels her stare at Jahangir, her eyes locking with his. "We're fighting again. I'm not leaving this room until I improve and you won't either, unless you want to give up on your chance to have me."

spells:

[Word count 452/500]
[Magoi 150/200]

Jahan was shocked, but soon he just grinned again, once agains surprised b the amount of resolve that the girl seemed to have. He Faced her grinning, readying himself mentally for another duel. 

"Lets go"

He didn't know exactly what had came over the girl, but she seemed to have new found confidence for battle,. Jahan doubted his rant had done any good other than to desolve his own frustrations, but the girl was starting to improve and get used to battles. They fought tons of time and at first Jahan seemed to be able to overwhelm the girl, but she had began adjusting her strategies and tactics, which forced Jahangir's body to their limits. Then, he fucked up. She got him simple as it is, he took an attack full on which rattled his body, lightning really did hurt, Jahan was aiming to not hurt the girl. As he wouldn't ever hit her, no his strength would easily fracture her bones, and with her naturally weaker constitution he might do even worse damage. 

So he was resolving each battle with the minimal amount of force he could, yet it looked at is Mine wasn't pulling her punches at all. That battle ended with a draw somehow, yet Jahangir was proud,if she kept this up she'd become a scary Empress to walk besides him in the coming future. Something he was actually looking forward too. He put on his shirt again and Grabbed his sword Damokles from the side of the arena and headed out hand in hand with Mine.