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Water, now there was and old trick. Kal had fallen for that one when he was younger. Shelah’s grandmother was trying to train Kal to be obedient. Kal hade made the foolish mistake in thinking the water was a gesture in kindness. For his mistake he had reserved fifty lashes, apparently that was a generous punishment. The old women had spared killing Kal because he was young and could still be trained. He still had the marks on his back to show for it, along with several scars along his stomach, legs, arms, and a few mental ones. If it wasn’t for his cloths and armor Kal would look like a piece of raw meat.

Viecada would have to try harder to brake him that way. The old hag was far more cruel. The old ones always seemed far worst then the younger ones. Probably had a lot to do with the every closer coming death. Death had to be a man, because only a man that one of these women couldn’t control could scare them so much. Kal actually smiled inside with that thought. And fought harder to hold back the smirk then to hold up the bricks.

‘I wonder what’s next up this witches sleeve? Wait, does she have sleeves?’

((forgive my absence. I was at the Renaissance festival this weekend. Couldn’t pass something like that up))

Kal was starting to sweat along his face and back. His hair was plastered to his forehead and checks and his muscles were tighter then ever before. Kal had begun to use his legs for more support. My tensing his legs he could relieve a small amount of pressure on his arms. It was not much, but it was still something. He continued to keep thoughts of Shelah and other events in his mind. He had to hold out as long as he could.

Kal could feel his cloths starting to become wet with sweat. He had lost track of time and was now focusing on the bricks themselves. He kept looking at them and turning his head slightly as if examining them. The weight was starting to become hard to ignore.

His left arm dropped a inch, but Kal held the brick and in place. He looked over at Viecada who was still watching in a relaxed manner. This endeavor was coming close to its end but Kal still felt like he should be holding out for something. Either her to say enough or her to make him drop the bricks.

‘Not long now. My arms fill like mud and my legs are starting to burn. Just…a bit…more though…'

Kal’daka was bent at his knees now and his arms had dropped about an inch. His eyes were narrowed and his teeth greeted. Pain was seeping it way into his mind an clouding his control. His mind told him to just drop the bricks but his heart told him to never give up.

He spread his legs wider to give himself a better base and slowly spread his arms apart until they were almost perfectly horizontal. The change in position was giving him a small bit of extra push. Now he tried to re-focus his mind as he had don with his arms and legs.

Pain was a wicked foe however. It attacked every section of his body and every fiber of his being. His defenses were almost gone, and soon pain would wash over him and cause his body to go limp. His body would take over to try and save itself whether Kal liked it or not.