Posted by: Shadowstorm Feb 16 2007, 12:49 PM
A clash of weapons, tumbling past one another in varying sleek and seamless parries.
An exquisite arch of Kyaarl\'s hollowed back; a smooth slide of one foot forward, toes pointed upward before his lightning-fast dash between his opponent and the wall - the snick of sharpened silver blades sounding with a metallic ping off his victim\'s target-point.
A matter of perfect precision....if you were aiming for a killing point; then you reached it on your first try, whether there was a struggle or not.
Both midnight garbed figures sported circular silver plates upon their tight under-robes, one over the heart, one at the side of the ribs where it was possible to strike upward and through, and one at the back of the neck; where the spine curved up toward the skull....
It was that one that Kyaarl\'s blade had just reached on his opponent, throwing a blonde head forward jerkily. Eyes burned briefly, giving up on the malice of this battle with a small bow of the head to the victor; and a quiet lurk toward the edge of the arena.
"Pretty good, Kyaarl...pretty good." he conceded, sweeping a hand through his hair.
From beside the Arena lured a snide tone, "Hey, Judas...think you can defeat me too, do you?"
Turning level dark eyes upon this new challenger, the student let his eyebrows ascend beneath his fringe; lips apart to gasp long breaths of needed air; completely ignoring that piercing voice.
He was too exhausted to face another barrage of assualts; verbal or otherwise.
"I\'m sure I can find a whole list of things that I\'d rather do." retorted the young student, catching his breath back gradually.
I just have to find one...
Posted by: Satyr Mar 17 2007, 11:14 PM
Hako was nearby, having just dismissed one of his friends (the kind of friend who he thought of more as one of his allies than a person he wanted to spend time with for the sake of it) and had noticed that Kyaarl had been the victor of the battle. The upturned lilt of his lips indicated approval, but his expression was almost constantly of an interested smile. It was a personal feature that the masters of his house encouraged.
He blinked slowly as Kyaarl was taunted, and saw the resignation in the other\'s shoulders, estimating correctly that Kyaarl wasn\'t up for another battle. A night had passed between Hako\'s rude insertion into a new shared room, and he wasn\'t sure that Kyaarl had set up his plan of events to get Hako out of there.
He approached, wearing his robes with the appropriate sash and little else underneath, as was his way. The robes were heavy and being outside dictated that he just wore shorts beneath them, otherwise he would feel hot and uncomfortable, and Hako wasn\'t very tolerant of discomfort.
"Your presence is required," Hako declared just loud enough for the taunting spectator to hear, his voice carrying upwind and helping him to be heard without moving too closely.
Posted by: Shadowstorm Mar 22 2007, 11:13 PM
Venin\'s sharp tongue clicked against his teeth, sneering with the view to a snide comment, "So I see - being ordered around by little boys. Do you get kicks out of that?"
Kyaarl let an amused smirk fall upon his lips. What a ridiculous retort to put up with from a fully grown man.
However, there was a touch of truth in the statement.
Hako was indeed adopting an air of superiority....arrogant or otherwise, the 1st level before him stared from beneath weary eyelids,
"Oh, it is, is it?" he replied; at more than half the volume.
"Manners aren\'t too hard to find."