A few sets of Scathachian eyes, the sets that had not yet gotten to witness the sheer size of Kuori, were wide with amazement as the giantess was ushered into the Sanctuary. Janie's voice could be heard ringing out in its usual subtle manner, "OY! PHINNY! SHEILA HERE TO RAP YER NOGGIN!" The beach bunny's natural candor and swagger led Kuori through the front door, into the main foyer and down a short hallway into one of the lounges that awaited visitors. "Glad I'm not sparrin' with ya today. Or whatever else ya plannin' to do. Looks to me like you could take down a bloomin' house!" As Janie stood appraising Kuori, who had to duck as she came into the lounge, she shook her blonde head lightly.

Delphinea, who had been in the kitchens, was not long after that and bowed to her visitor with all the decorum that Janie lacked, "Kuori, how good of you to make the visit to us. How is it that we may serve you, friend?" Showed up in both manners and tact, Janie rolled her baby blue eyes lightly at Phin and smirked to her before beaming a Great White's smile to Kuori and waving her way out of the receiving lounge.

"Please, you will have to forgive my Sister, Nimue," Phin said after Janie's exit. "She is an ample warrior, but a poor priestess in such matters as stately details." It was then, that Phin noted that Kuori looked somewhat squished in the receiving lounge, and decided to lead her out of the room and further down the hallway that culminated in a set of large double doors. "I think this will be a more appropriate room for us to talk," Phin flung open the doors to the overstated size of the room that was the training arena for the Scathachians. Weapons lined the walls, and benches were set up along the sidelines of the room. But the most impressive feature of the arena was the height of the ceiling and the overall breadth. "Now, my friend," Phin continued as she sat down on one of the benches, more comfortable in seeing Kuori not look like a sardine pressed upon the sides of her container, "What can I do for you?"

Delphinea was actually touched; she was taken aback by Kuori's simple and pure reason for seeking her out. Too often in this city did people only seek her out if they needed something; be it a heavy hand or an arrest. The hulking blonde, who seemed dwarfed by the likes of the goliath Kuori, simply sat there on the bench and smiled.

"That...that is a most welcome sentiment, my friend." She gestured for Kuori to seat herself as comfortably as she could, "I am sorry that I have not been down on the dockside patrolling as I usually do. I confess that I have been needed elsewhere. We were able to welcome a new Keeper for our public temple in the Old Temple district, so training has been an issue." As had the priority of researching and seeking out Scathachian relics, though Delpinea kept mum about that topic. At least for now. Kuori was someone whom Delphinea had found a kinship with since she had arrived in this city. And while her Sisters provided most of her interaction, sometimes it was rewarding to branch outside of the priestesses for a friend's company.

"Will you stay for a meal" Or perhaps you'd like a tour of the grounds" Of course," she gestured around to the very room which housed the two female behemoths, "this is our training hall, so perhaps you'd like to have a sparring session?" Delphinea's green eyes sparkled as she mulled the premise that she had a guest at the Sanctuary. Most of the other girls talked about bringing gentleman callers; Janie had even been caught with a young man within the walls after curfew (for which Isuelt nearly had her head, though Janie said they were merely talking).

"I'm sure that you know most of the girls here, but I would be proud to introduce you around, if you'd like?" Delphinea stood slowly and awaited the wishes of her friend.

"Most excellent!" Phin's bright green eyes lit as she weighed the prospect of honing her battle skills against one of Kuori's size and talent. "I shall show you around first, then we will match warrior's wits. I am looking forward to learning from sparring with you, Kuori, I must say. There are few in this city...or anywhere else in the world, I would gather, that are as formidable as you. Would you mind if any of the other girls joined us?"

At that moment, Dephinea's keen attention was caught by a curly blonde head passing by the doors. "Sheryl!" It was difficult not to drop whatever you were carrying when the bellow of one Delphinea Quinn was ushered. Sheryl, however slighter than her Sister, was used to Phin's voice carrying halfway down the hallways.

"Yes?" Wide blue-gray eyes peered around the corner, promising a face was indeed attached to her wild head of blonde spiral curls.

"See to it that dinner this evening has a place set for our friend, Kuori."

Sheryl didn't need Phin's proclamation to see that the giantess was in attendance at the Sanctuary. Her expression flashed like lightning across the night sky; and the precocious Sheryl tried her very best not to squeal. "KUORI! I have heard much about you! And I'm quite sorry to say that I have not had the chance to ask you some burning questions!" Any culture that was not readily recognizable or mundane always managed to garner Sheryl's voracious curiosity. "What an absolutely splendid turn of events today! Kuori is joining us for dinner!" These were the last words heard as Sheryl took off down the hallway to presumably inform the rest of the household.

Delphinea indulged in a guffaw as Sheryl look her leave and glanced back to Kuori. "Perhaps I will not have to take you around to be introduced. I have a feeling that most of the girls will stop by here after that." She thumbed over her shoulder to where Sheryl once stood. The thick priestess then assumed a position, hands upon her hips, as she readied for a more intense discussion of and subsequent lessons in battle tactics.

"That is a Scathachian battle sword, taken from the myth of our goddess's great battle with her sister, Aife. The two-handled...or in your case, my friend, one-handed blade, is based on the sword that Scathach defeated Aife with." The hulking blonde paused for a moment, as she realized she was sounding more like her Sister, Sheryl. "It is no matter." Delphinea smiled as she moved along the wall and selected two smaller blades which had been displayed in a crossed pattern on the wall.

She turned to Kuori and nodded. "I have a feeling you will test me in my expertise of our dual bladed methods." As the blonde took her position in the center of the large room and looked back to the giantess, she smirked, "I feel the need to inform you as to the obvious fact that our training grounds, unlike the duels that are held in the city, have no magical wards protecting the combatants. Healing here is done the old-fashioned way: slowly."

Delphinea held aloft the blades in a salute to Kuori and then took her defensive stance, ready to begin their training exercise.

If there was one thing that Delphinea, the bulky blonde once-Champion of the Scathachians, did not need it was urging on in the field of competition. Naturally gifted in athletics just as she was in skill, she welcomed any and all chances to shine in her chosen element of display. Her Sisters, while they were surely all formidable in their own training, did not take the art of military tactics and battle training as seriously as Delphinea did. Her devotion to the art of war was second only to her devotion to Scathach, goddess of war. It was a fitting pairing.

As Kuori beckoned the blonde warrior, she slid into her familiar pose, ready for her spar. She was glad for Kuori; Delphinea was certain that the fortitude of the goliath would be a wonderful contest for her. And she was not to be disappointed.

Delphinea's upward swing, one blade following the other in Scathach's signature two-bladed attack, began the priestess's movements. As she began on the offensive, Delphinea ran through her daily exercises. Every morning, in the back of their temple, as the sun rose and blistered its light in through the windows, Delphinea was found moving diligently and flawlessly through her training. She took comfort in the strength and focus it called forth from her body. It was something certain and accountable in this crazy city.

Kuori was, as Delphinea expected, a perfect ally for a scrimmage. Her height and strength were beyond ideal; and as the Scathachian used her own weight to push through her movements and attacks, she felt confident that she would be met with the resolve and the expertise of her friend.

The sounds of steel singing rang throughout the training arena and echoed through the hall. The rhythmic clang of steel meeting its balanced match called to the other curious Scathachians as they heard the music. Janie and Sheryl were the first to arrive and crowd by the door to watch. Sheryl had been sent to ask Kuori a few questions regarding dinner preparation, but found herself mesmerized by the dance that was taking place.

As Delphinea backed up, allowing the giantess to go on the attack, she glanced toward the door and smirked. Her chin jerked quickly to Kuori, "We've an audience."

As the behemoth went on the offensive, Delphinea focused her energies into a method of skillful retreats. She dodged only a few times before she decided that blocking would be best (and that was assuming she could guess where Kuori's next strikes were coming from). The Scathachian used the force of Kuori's own strikes to help propel her backwards. Phin's plan was to reach the wall of the small arena and then use the incline to gain a few inches and a bit of force to meet Kuori's blows with an equal partner.

Kuori's strikes were of a force that Phin had never experienced. To be fair, there were no goliaths on the Island of Shadow, and the Scathachians had never gone to war with Kuori's kind. The blonde priestess of Scathach was more than impressed with the battle prowess of her oft times patrol partner on the Dockside; she had seen Kuori in action several times, but had never been on the receiving end. She now understood and appreciated the ends that scoundrels along the waterfront met.

Several more blocks and one lucky guess at a dodge, and Delphinea was up against the wall. Her breaths were labored as she silently gave thanks for the thorough workout. Kuori let up for a moment, presumably to let her partner get away from the barrier. Phin used the time to strike with two low cuts in quick succession to push the pair out from the wall. Though without following through, Delphinea's muscles bunched as she sprung into action not toward the giantess, but away from her and into the wall. Her strong legs propelled her several steps up the wall before she launched herself toward Kuori. The blonde used the wall as a springboard both for momentum and for height as she danced with her sparing partner; it was now her turn to lead.

There was a rhythm to Phin's strikes; and while they were not all repetitious, there was a seamless ease in the way she stepped into her thrusts and sweeps. Her Sisters had often said that sparring with Delphinea was like trying to fend off the tide: you knew the wave was coming, yet it was nearly impossible to stop its force. She was muscled and large, and not at all graceful like some of her Sisters, yet there was a elegance to the way that Delphinea advanced. Strike, parry, strike, strike, slash. Parry, parry, slash, slash, slash. All the while moving forward and never giving up ground.

After moving her partner back toward the center of the room, Delphinea, ever the mistress of decorum, paused in her art of attack and looked to the door. She saw several of her Sisters lined up just inside the room and a few in the doorway. Sheryl, Janie, Athena, Cray, Vixen, Marlah and Bellona had gathered to watch the show. She smiled to Kuori and nodded her head, almost a bow. She had been given quite the workout and she truly appreciated how the goliath had challenged her. She made a mental note to mention Kuori's form and tactics to Isuelt. Perhaps they could introduce some new methodology to their tried-and-true Scathachian style. Perhaps Kuori would be gracious enough to teach them the militaristic arts of her people; such an addition would be welcomed indeed with the coming war with Temple Bhaal.