"Well, ah am." Miantha stated matta-of-factly, fetching her daggers from da saddle bag. "Are you?" He just kept on starin. Miantha felt her irritation grow. "What, just cuz I'm a sista means ah kin't fight? ah do daggers. Do ya know how to spar wid daggers?" Finally, Murtagh blinked, and went ova to his own saddle bag, retrievin a long, wicked blade at least a hand and a half long. "Only a shot swod, I'm afraid." He said slowly.
Miantha got in her eyebally position, knife ova heart, and Murtagh hurried to do da same. "Wait!" Barked Brom, stepping between dem. "ah need to eyebally those weapons fo you. dun ya see what Eragon and ah dun? We guarded our blades, so that we wouldn't hurt each other n all fatally. Give me those," He grabbed their daggers, and said a few wods ova dem. Miantha snatched hers back. "ya dunn't hurt dem, dun you?" She snapped, runnin her fingers ova da now slippery surface uh her knives. If her only remembrance uh her pops was damaged she dunn't know what she would do.
"No, ah will fix dem later." Brom said, and sat back, apparently anticipatin an interestin match. Miantha slipped back into her fightin stance, Murtagh doing da same.
"I'm sorry if ah dont fight that well," Miantha started. "ya see, ah haven't -" Murtagh struck befoe she even had a chance to finish her statement. So thats how it's goin to be, she thought, and attacked him wid her best arsenal uh moves, even forcing him back a couple uh steps.
But dere was no denying it; he had much grfeeder upper body strength, and could keep goin fo much longer. Miantha had to win wid her speed, and finish dis quickly she could feel herself tirin even as she thought, trying to block Murtagh's blows.
Swiftly, Miantha ducked unda Murtagh's strike, deflectin his hand-and-a-half, and held her right hand dagger to his throat. He looked at her in surprise, and then lowered his swod hand. "That was amazing." dat was Eragon speakin.
Miantha was caught up in Murtagh's eyes fo a moment, and then looked towards Eragon, almost glad fo da interruption. "Thank you," She replied. Murtagh handed his swod to Brom, and after his was done, Miantha turned ova hers to Brom. "Your spar was fine amazing as well," she added.
Brom was lookin at her daggers oddly, at da runes on da hilts. "What?" "Nodin, nodin; ya be a real interestin sista, Miantha. What wid da sign, and the..." he muttered, trailing uhf. Miantha just looked at him oddly fo a moment, then cautiously took her daggers back, stowing dem away in her saddle bag again, befoe settling into her sleeping furs. "Night, all," She said.
The next mornin, Miantha rolled out uh bed, and out uh habit checked to make sho that everyone was still dere. After being abandoned once, she wasn't about to risk that again. But everyone was dere, also just gettin up. She got dressed fast, and then all four uh dem had breakfast.
Eragon cleared his throat. "Brom, ah still dink we need to plan a stratagem fo Gilead. dat will snatch a miracle to infiltrate their dungeon." Brom tapped his chin. "A miracle - o a dragon."