What Do You Fight For?[Hannah, Solomon]

Solomon's eyes shot wide open, his body experiencing the ever-familiar sensation of clawing it's way back from the precipice of death. One had to wonder if his brain would even be working properly after this. Did he lose a marble or two? Where was up? Where was down? Similar convulsions followed until his body settled. Sighing softly, his eyes cast his gaze toward the woman voicing her thoughts on the battle beside them. It was truly comical now. Had three duels with the reaper robbed him of proper comprehension?

The blind woman was knelt beside him, a naked body with hardly anything to cover it. For a moment, he simply listened as he stared. Why was he imagining women naked now? Certainly, there should be clothing here. His attack didn't even feel as if it had hit anything. He clearly registered every word she said, but she remained without an article of clothing. Hm, how curious. It took him a few moments more to realize, upon further inspection, that she was indeed naked; that this was no mere illusion of the mind playing tricks on him. Realizing that, he turned his head away, a firm shade of red clouding his bruised features. Ah, eyes do look elsewhere. Avoid looking at the woman crouched beside him.

"Duly noted," he stammered out, clearly recognizing the validity of her teaching, but avoiding looking her in the eyes or anywhere below. Truly, a defeat on all fronts. The mind, the body, and the soul.

Solomon followed her lesson to the best of his general ability, but his gaze traveled anywhere but Hannah right now. He didn't expect that his attack would result in the loss of her clothing! Hadn't he suffered already enough? This was truly a torturous training session he would not soon forget. Three dances with the verge of death, and for all his efforts, he had been rewarded with Hannah's bare form. Under a different circumstance, that wasn't particularly bad, but not like this!

On one hand, it was certainly tempting to glance back out of curiosity just to take in the view---no, none of that! He was raised better than that. Admiring the view like some lecherous heathen was beneath him. And what was that about encouraging him to gawk at a pair of breasts and get aroused!? Rising from the ground, Solomon turned his head off to the side walking to step before her, scratching the back of his head with a flustered expression.

"Got it. Understood. Well, everything beside the last part at least. I mean, not that your body isn't... gah... can I buy you a proper pair of clothes at least?"

Stumbling on his words, Solomon's gaze traveled anywhere that didn't involve peering directly at her body. He had already gotten sight enough, and that alone made him feel a little indecent about the affair so far.

What a cruel woman. This was simply and truly unfair. She had already overwhelmed him enough in battle. Why twist the knife even more? Solomon's face grew an even deeper shade of red as she drew closer toward him! Clothing. Clothes. Undergarments. He didn't have a pocket dimension that he could pull clothing from, but he certainly wished he had it at his disposal in this moment in time. Anything to pull him away from this damnable fate. This form of torture proved comparably worse than the battle prior. There was no technique for this kind of situation! Holding his hands up as he tried to avoid making contact, Solomon stammered out another reply.

"I-I don't have something like that, but a-at the very least I can uh... find something to help you cover up! Your naked! D-doesn't that feel awkward for you? I'm... we... you know... I'm a man, your a woman, you know... propriety and decency... and it's hard trying to look away, so..., wait I mean!"

Dammit. Any word that exited his lips was only making matters worse. Even his own words were no longer his ally. Truly, a fate worse than three collisions with death.

What were these soft orbs of flesh? They were warm. Squishy. The texture didn't feel like energy, it felt more akin to... no, no. Oh, come on. Dammit. Why was this happening?! For a man who had never touched someone's chest before, he didn't recognize his error until his eyes turned and, in that moment, he simply recognized that he wanted to die a fourth time today. Permanently. For good. Depart from the living realm to the spirit realm with great haste. His face was the equivalent of a ripe tomato with that strong shade of red dominating his pleasant futures. Drawing his hands back immediately, Solomon would cough roughly, turning around to direct his gaze elsewhere. She accepted, yeah? Good! Clothing now! Holding onto her hand to guide her, an act that now felt so indecent after his last error, Solomon simply guided the woman forward, directing himself toward a clothing establishment to buy her a proper dress. This would certainly be quite the day to remember...

"R-right, a-ahem well then as your knight... let me... treat you to a few pairs of clothing. It's the least I can do..."