Keg X Beau, letter R
So... uh... a lake was mentioned? Briefly? Yeah.
Thank you for the request anon, and honestly if you or anyone else want to see me write anymore send them my way.
“Why have we never fought?”
“What?” Beau crossed her arms, raising her eyebrows.
“Well, not fought. What’s the word? Sparred? You ever sparred?” Keg kicked at a rock, sending it splashing into the lake.
“Yeah,” Beau responded slowly, fighting a smirk. “Have you?”
Keg huffed, meeting Beau’s gaze. “You think I got these,” she flexed, showing off her muscles, “from just sitting around. Of course I’ve sparred.”
“Uh-huh.” Beau shrugged off her vest, throwing it onto a nearby rock. “You ever sparred with a monk?”
Keg snorted, unbuckling her belt and tossing her sword next to the vest. She raised her fists, shaking her head. “Yeah, I’m sure it’s gonna be hard. I swing a sword around for a living, punching someone isn’t that big of a deal.”
Beau chuckled, rolling her shoulders. “Okay.” She beckoned Keg forward, still laughing. “Let’s do this, and I’ll even give you a free hit.”
“Fine.” Keg rushed forward, swinging at Beau, but stumbled when she swung at air. She turned, grunting when she saw Beau standing behind her, her arms held out in a casual shrug.
Keg hadn’t even seen her move.
“The fuck?”
“Come on, try again.” Beau bounced back and forth on her feet, holding her fists up. “Won’t even hit you back.”
Keg threw her whole weight into the next punch, yelping in pain when her knuckles connected with a tree. She swore, looking up to see Beau perched on the edge of a branch directly above her, laughing.
“Come on, big shot. You swing a sword for a living.” Beau leaped from the branch, landing lightly next to Keg. “Punching someone isn’t that big of a deal, remember?”
Keg didn’t respond, hurtling another punch at Beau, but she skipped backwards, easily deflecting the blow. Keg tried hitting her twice more, huffing in frustration when each blow missed, and said, “How are you moving so goddamn fast?”
Beau winked, shimmying her body. She lashed out quickly, her fist connecting with Keg’s chest. The breath caught in Keg’s throat as she stumbled back, coughing.
“The fuck?” she grunted, rubbing her chest.
“I could have stunned you.”
“What?”
Beau moved lightning fast, appearing next to Keg and tapping her on the shoulder. When she turned to look at her, she was gone again. Keg heard a whistle and turned to see Beau perched on the same tree branch.
“I thought you didn’t know magic!”
“I don’t.” Beau dropped, landing directly on Keg’s shoulders. She wrapped her legs around her neck, contorting her body, and sent Keg to the ground. She pinned her down with her knees, quirking an eyebrow, and said, “Having fun yet?”
Keg snorted and shook her head. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you did this on purpose just to get me on my back.”
Beau smirked, leaning over until her nose brushed Keg’s, and whispered, “You know, my cardio could use some work.” She swiftly stood up, brushing grass off her pants, and swaggered away.
Keg scrambled up, hurrying forward to collect her sword and Beau’s vest, and chased after her.
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keg: *leaves with a glance to beau*
beau: YOU OWE ME A NIGHT!
keg and beau: *nonverbal conversation*
beau: (to the group) i'll be back in like an hour and 20 minutes.
fjord: why don't you make it 2 hours.
beau: if it's 2 hours, don't come looking for me. if it's 2 and a half, then get worried–
fjord: you're explaining too much.
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