He had despised her from the day she stepped into Jorrvaskr. He hated everything about her. From her voice that was barely a whisper, to her obsession about cleanliness. What he hated about her the most, was how easily she fit in with the rest of the Companions. From the day she walked through the doors, she had managed to smile her way into joining the Companions. They had all helpfully pointed her in Kodlak's direction, eager for her to begin the initiation. He remembered the day she knocked before poking her head into Kodlak's chambers, her emerald green eyes shining brightly in the candlelight. For a brief second, his eyes met hers, and she glanced at Kodlak.
"I would like to join the Companions," she said in her tiny voice. Fingers entwined behind her back in nervousness.
"Can you keep your worth in a fight?"
"Yes Sir."
"Vilkas, take her into the yard and test her."
This moment would forever symbolize why he hated her with a fiery passion.
As he readied his sword and shield, and waited for her to ready her weapons as well, he took a good look at her. Strawberry blonde hair was tied into a messy braid that trailed down to her waist. She wore a little more than a vest and a skirt with leggings. She wore loose looking flats, which would probably fly off when she decided to fight. She was tiny and small framed, and looked fragile to the touch.
When she hadn't taken a weapon out, he sighed. Probably a magic user, he thought to himself.
"Here in Jorrvaskr, we don't use magic," He growled, hoping to discourage her. With this, other companions began to circle the two.
"I'm fine," She said in a defiant tone, taking upon a ready stance. She had the nerve to wink at him and smirk.
He began to swing his sword and blocked, expecting for her to try and punch him. Instead, she had rolled between his legs, and jumped on his back. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms around his neck. With her right hand, she gripped the pressure point on the back of his neck. With her left, she scratched behind his ear with her sharp nails, causing blood to trickle down his neck.
"Submit," She whispered, before giving his ear a little nibble.
"Never," He growled, before sprinting towards the wall to knock her off. She jumped off his back, and managed to preform a backflip, causing a clap from the companions. Angry and in danger of losing his pride, he stormed at her, swinging at full force. He managed to land a hit on her shoulder as she rolled, before she sweep kicked. As he fell on his butt, she grinned as she grabbed her shoulder. Blood trickled down her arm, before she ripped a piece of her skirt to make a bandage.
"Good game," She said with a smile, as she extended a hand to help him up.