Wood as Steel
Sun Jun 11, 2006 18:08 (XFF:

Sarin scratched his chin as he listened to the Sei’Tar lay out the rules for their spars. He smirked when he heard that if you got hit in the leg you lost use of it, he couldn’t imagine himself hopping around on one leg trying to take his opponent out. When the rules had been explained Sarin set out to find someone who matched his weight, tried his best to find an even fight.

He caught eyes with a brown-eyed, black haired trainee and he smiled a wicked smile at him, and pointed with his left hand. “How about it brother?” The man looked up and saw that Sarin was talking to him, his grip tightened on the lathe in his hand and lifted it up to match Sarin’s pointing finger and a smirk spread across his lips.

Sarin instinctively went on the defensive, and as the black-haired trainee took one step towards him he took one step back and brought the sword up to fall into Los’Val while his opponent opted for Ji’Val. The two of them measured each other for several seconds before Sarin’s opponent took the first strike.

The man had gone for his leg, trying to make him have to jump around just like Sarin had sworn he would not be caught doing. Sarin was barely quick enough to bring down his lathe and block the shot, the man came back with a swing towards his chest trying to catch him off-guard. Sarin lifted the lathe so it was parallel with his body and blocked the strike.

He brought the hilt of his lathe straight up, trying to catch the man in the chin but was easily blocked and thrown back. The two circled around each other, each of them oblivious to the others around them sparring and shouting. The man showed no expression as Sarin flashed him another wicked grin to let him know he wasn’t about to give up.

The man no doubt was using the void as most called it, that flame that everyone seemed to be able to see except him. That feeling of utter-calmness that he had heard them all speak of, he tried to think back to what he had just learned and tried his best version of Hummingbird Kisses the Honeyrose, with a straight shot to the man’s chest that was easily blocked as the man still had that blank face of determination.

Los’Val wasn’t working, so he tried his best to go into Taer’Val while still blocking the black-haired trainee’s shots. He finally thought he had it down, he was busy congratulating himself when he felt the man’s lathe slice his left arm. He thought the man would of smiled, maybe let out a grunt, but his face stayed blank.

He let go of his lathe with his left hand and stood there in Taer’Val with only his right hand on the lathe. The man backed off as if to let him think about what he had just been foolish enough to allow, but in truth, he was catching his breath. The opportunity gave him time to think of his next attack, he circled the black-haired trainee one more time and mimicked the blank face he saw starring back at him.

Suddenly, he saw his opening, he saw nothing but the man in front of him, he felt the void…

In front of him he no longer saw everything and a man he was fighting, he simply saw a man he was battling and nothing else. He no longer saw the lathe in his hand, because it no longer mattered, because Sarin was going to win this fight even if he had lost his left arm.

Because Sarin was a winner...he was going to win.

He decided since the trainee had gone for his leg first, he would return the favor he lifted the lathe and swung for his opponent’s left shoulder, he came up to block it but never connected. For Sarin’s lathe was already on it’s way towards his right leg, it connected letting out a sound of wood crunching on flesh.

Neither made a sound, in the void in both their minds it echoed, and they both starred at each other without expression. The man lifted his leg quickly, allowing no time to pass as he went on with a counter-attack, but Sarin’s feet slid and his weight shifted, and his large shoulders turned to step out of the way, the man connected with nothing and fell flat onto his face.

Sarin walked over, towering over the man on the ground and pushed the tip of his lathe into the back of the man’s neck. The man let out a grunt of disapproval, “You’re dead…” The taller of the two whispered, and the black-haired trainee shook his head as he rolled over onto his back to stare up at the one whom had defeated him.

Sarin offered a hand, neither spoke to each other as the trainee locked eyes with his killer. A grin finally split the man’s features as he took his hand and came to his feet; he gave Sarin’s shoulder a pat, “Quite a swordsmen…” Was all he said as Sarin shook his head, “I am no master yet,” he muttered as the man let out a laugh of approval.

“I will hone my skills until next we meet, and I will pray next time we are still using fake swords.” They shared a laugh as they turned to watch the others finish their own spars.

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