|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 9:49 am
Finally he stood, and began practicing the forms. Cirithil, as usuall, warmed up, and began going through not only his own forms, but also those of the Tower. Soon, he decided to work on another one of his skills.
He walked to a nearby tree. He reached into his pouch, and pulled out a single coin. He was glad to see it was a Tairen silver, so it wasn't very large. He drew his dagger, and traced its outline into the bark, not deep enough to harm the tree, but not shallow enough as to be unseen. Satisfied, he walked back about thirty paces. He turned, and put his hand on his dagger. In one movement, it was drawn, and flying towards the tree. In a second movement, he reached behind his hauberk, and pulled out two hidden knives with small blades, and smaller handles. These also went sailing through the air towards his target. All three knives sunk deep into the tree, all inside the circle. Cirithil nodded with satisfaction. He hadn't lost his knife-skills that he'd learned in Saldaea after all.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 9:55 am
Now, Cirithil sat down, removing Silmir, and setting it aside. Most places forbid wearing one's primary sword indoors, or at least many did. He sat on his knees, a common way of sitting in some of the places he had visited. He reached for the void, and waited. After some time, he felt a leaf falling from a tree. Grasping Mormir in his right hand, he drew it, cutting with a back-hand grip. That form of cut was quite difficult, but he knew that one didn't master things by not practicing things that were difficult. He was quite skilled with draw-strikes already, but to Cirithil, there was no such thing as mastery. Void, him, leaf, Mormir, thats all that there was. With a lightning-quick strike, the leaf split in two with ease. Cirithil sheathed Mormir formally. He then put on his other sword, and sheathed all of his knives. He did so with such deliberateness and calmness, it seemed to be formal with each movement.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 10:22 am
Mikuna returned yet again to the Training Grounds. He approached Cirithil, and offered a match. He wore his full armor, and did not have a practice sword, but a Sheinaran blade. Cirithil put on his vambraces, and accepted. Immediately, Cirithil realized something was different. This man was fighting with much more speed and strength than Mikuna normally did. In addition, "Mikuna" was not holding back a single strike. Cirithil had to duck and roll many times to avoid losing his head. Silmir and Mormir sank into "Mikuna's" torso multiple times, but it never fazed him a bit. Finally, growing tired, Cirithil cut out the man's hamstring. Even "Mikuna" in his current state could not stand that, and fell to the ground. As he his, his appearance completely changed. He wore Araffelin clothes, and bells in his hair. His sword was no longer Sheinaran, but black steel, as made in the Blight. The real Mikuna, along with a few guards ran over. Mikuna saw the body, and looked to Cirithil.
"He looked like you first," Cirithil replied to Mikuna's expression, "And challenged me. He nearly killed me, so I realized I had nothing to do, but kill. Alert the guards, and have everyone who can fight ready. I don't know what this means, but it cannot be good." With that, Mikuna's men ran to do as told. Mikuna stayed. "You must find a Sister."
Cirithil finally felt the blows. Though his hauberk turned away every blow, his arms were covered in cuts, all dripping with blood. He nearly collapsed from the pain and bloodloss. "Yes...though I have no clue who to go to."
Mikuna helped the man as he walked.
[Continued to Tower Grounds]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
