Kahlil Noble
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Valery Noble
Nonviolence was a funny thing. A nonviolent person incapable of violence was not so much a 'pacifist' as they were quite simply 'harmless', and Colette for as strong of a nonviolent belief Colette held herself to, she had never had any intention of being the latter. Violence wasn't necessarily about picking a fight. It was just as much about being able to end a fight as it was to be able to pick one. Colette's people had refused to resort to violence, but that never meant that they were incapable of it.
All of this was to say that Colette took an approach to combat that made her somewhat predictable. As long as the opponent hadn't made a move, neither would she, but the second that something was thrust upon her against her will she had no qualms about putting her opponent down.
The Keshian woman that stood in front of her seemed to be around her age, maybe a little bit older. They showed a clearly practiced stance with a grip that certainly seemed to betray her inexperience with real battle, same as Colette would according to the things that Valery kept pointing out during spars.
She was too relaxed, her mind had already registered that she wasn't in any real danger as long as Colette played by the same rules as the Keshian warrior's sister. Perhaps she was a little on edge given that she was fighting an outsider, but even still it was in a very controlled environment. She had seen this a hundred times before already.
The two of them locked eyes, and once it became increasingly obvious that Colette would not be the one to make the first move there was little choice for the warrior but to open with an overhead attack.
Colette caught it, diverted it away from her and into the ground before shifting her grip to swing the opposite end of her staff to strike at her opponent's sides. Their staves collided with a heavy 'clonk' as wood grinded on wood for a moment until the warrior tried to seize an opening and thrust the hypothetical blade of her spear into Colette only to find that Colette had already positioned her own polearm against her in much the same manner. The blunt end of her staff brushed against the warrior's stomach and the first round was over. They both gave each other a courteous bow before heading back to their corners.
Colette limbered up yet again and let in a deep breath. It would seem that all those hours spent perfecting her movements hadn't gone to waste after all.