Ask Wesker to Teach you to fight

Gender: Female

Gear:

Old Short Sword - A worn out of sword, more likely to kill you with Tetanus than anything else. (+1 to Damage, +1 to Melee Attack)

Mercy Giver Dagger - A short and very thin blade

Ill Fitting leather Armour - A set of heavily worn leather armour, smell like a dead horse and weighs about the same. (+1 to Defense.)

Inventory

Reminder of Home: A small selection of gifts from your family, a comfort in hard times.

Odd Seeds: A small bag of small oddly shaped seeds

Skills

Grappling - In a hand to hand fight you know how to use an opponent's weight against them. Give a +1 when grabbed.

Tracking - Being able to read the passage of man and animal is a valuable asset. +1 to Perception checks when trying to track someone or something.

“Could you…teach me to fight like that?” You struggle to **** the words out past the lump in your throat.

Wesker didn’t reply for a long time, as he stared into the fire you felt like you had said something to upset him. Panic starting to creep up on you, you blurt out “What did they have on them?”

The question seems to shake Wesker out of his thoughts, he glances down at you and then stands up. Walking over to the body on the other side of the fire he leans over it and you see him going over the body. After a few minutes he returns and dumps a small bundle of items in front of you.

Crouching down he offers you a filthy scabbard of a short sword. Pulling the sword out you see that it has seen better days, the blade has a thick patina of rust.

“Looks like they were deserters,” Wesker said, looking through the pile. “Must have been on the run for a while, everything is worn out.”

“What army did they run from?” You ask as you put the blade away again. Dropping it back on the pile you pick up a small pouch.

“Hard to say,” Wesker replies, “They were smart enough to get rid of any insignia. It’s been a long time since there were any wars around here. So they must have been hitting travellers for awhile.

As Wesker talks you dump out the contents of the small bag into your palm, the contents of bag is about a dozen small seeds. A few are perfectly smooth with a kidney shape whilst the rest are have hard rough shells. No two seem to be the same size and as you look at them you get the strange feeling that they are important. “Maybe there would be a reward for...dealing with them” You find it hard to say that Wesker killed them.

Wesker pauses for a moment, considering the possibility before finally shaking his head. “No, we would have to haul the bodies with us and in this weather…” He looks at you, a smile on his face. “They would go a bit runny.”

The small moment of humour releases a tension inside you, laughter peals out of your body in a long warm flow. Wesker begins to laugh along with you, his voice reverberating in your chest as you both laugh.

When you both finally laugh yourselves out, feeling a thousand times lighter, you decide to bring up learning to fight again. When you ask if he would teach you to fight he looks up at you for a second. His expression is hard to read as he stand up and look down at you.

“Well, if you think you can learn anything from me,” He begins, talking about himself in that same way, beating himself down. Usually you find it charming but after he saved your life the sound of him talking about himself that way makes you feel angry. Standing up you look up into his eyes, fire in your eyes.

“You saved my life!” You exclaim, your voice cracking slightly as you step over the pile of gear and wrap your arms around his waist. “I can’t think of anyone I would rather be taught by.”

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So your tutoring in the ways of war began, happening along with your training in tracking and stealth. The near miss you had with the bandits gave you new focus, as Wesker trained you in how to handle a blade. You quickly started to pick things up, (STAT UP! +10 Dex) although you soon ran into a problem. Every time you would spar Wesker would knock your blade to the side and drag you to the ground. With his weight pushing down on top of you it was impossible to move, from there you would almost always end up making love. Which slowed down your training greatly every time it happened.

Eventually you decided to try and build your strength, Wesker helps you pull together some weights to lift and build up your strength. You find pretty quickly that you are already stronger than you thought. (STAT UP! +10 Strength)

It takes about another two weeks to make it to the outskirts of the city Agonija. By the time you get there you have not only build up enough strength to get Wesker off of you but also the knowledge and the skills to get on top of him.(SKILL LEARNED! Grappling) After awhile you pulled on a set of the leather armour that one of the Bandits had had on them. It didn’t fit very well on you, obviously made for a much broader person but it was better than nothing. With the sword cinched to your waist and the thin knife hidden in your boot you felt good.

You had decided to camp on the outskirts of the city for the night, Wesker said that there was no reason to waste money on a inn when you could just as easily sleep under the stars for the night. As you sat by the fire, your arm hooked around Wesker's waist as you stared into the fire, you felt happier than you had in a long time. Even with the tension of entering the city in your gut.

Suddenly you recalled a question you had meant to ask Wesker weeks ago. Seeing no better time you turned and looked up into his face.

“Wesker,” You began, “Why do you never finish inside?” The words feel oddly taboo as they pass your lips and from Wesker's reaction you guess that they are.

“What kind of question is that!?” He laughs and blusters, a bright blush creeping up his neck and across his face. Part of you wants to pull back and not ask, his reaction making you feel like you did something wrong.