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Kederaji grunted at her comment about the death along the borderlands. "I'd much rather die in battle than die an old man." Then, when the Aes Sedai asked to bond him, he looked over at her and arched his eyebrow quizzically. The quizzical look quickly changed to thoughtfulness as he considered the idea. Here he was, trapped in a land so familiar yet so foreign, with no purpose and no mission. He'd spent his life as a guard, a slave and protector of his empress, may she live forever, willing to kill or die without remorse in her service. Then, in one disconcerting moment, that purpose was ripped away from him. It would be nice to have something worth fighting for again.

He turned to face the Aes Sedai and laid the tin cup down. Okay. I agree. He took two steps back, then drew his sword with a flourish and a twirl, and brought the blade to his lips. "By my honor, my sword and life belong to you. As long as I live, I will kill in your service. If required, I will die in your place. I am the sword in my Aes Sedai's hand, and the shield on her arm. My life and blade belong to you." He twirled the sword once more, taking it by the blade and offering the grip to her, kneeling, and thus finishing the oath given by a Deathwatch Guard to the Empress.

As the man arched his brow, Lacy was sure he was going to tell her that he would rather not be bonded to a Green or her inparticular. She had irritated the man the night before about his mysterious past. Of course she vowed to herself if he did say yes she would ask not more questions about his past. As the look changed to one of thoughtfulness, Lacy smiled slightly. If he was considering it then the answer was as likely to be yes as no.

When he agreed, Lacy's smile softened. Aes Sedai were often happy when bonding a new Gaidin, Greens more than most. Of course the fact that he was her first Warder was even a greater reason to be happy. Reaching for Saidar she was schocked as the man steped back and brought the blade to his lips in a very showy fashion. As he spoke his oath and turned the hilt of the sword to her Lacy grabbed the hilt, in a silent way accepting his pledge and becoming his Aes Sedai, he her Gaidin.

As she was grabbing the hilt Lacy was weaving the intricate weaves of Spirit and looped them around Kederaji and herself. As the weaves settled his feelings popped into her head. A small ball of emotions. There was discust and determination and pain. The discust was something she could not figure out. The pain she figured out quickly as she looked down at his hands.

The ball of emotions that popped into his head was completely unexpected, and took the blademaster by surprise. He knew at once that the power had been used on him, and was reflexively disgusted. To be touched by marath'damane in this way... A marath'damane that he swore his life to. He pushed the disgust down as far as he could. She seemed excited, but unsure, and curious as always. It was... strange, having another's emotions in his head. He also seemed to know exactly how she was feeling, that she was still a little tired. Definitely something he'd need to get used to.

Kederaji took the sword back when it was offered and Folded the Fan, fluidly sheathing it. He then pulled a dagger from his belt and sliced a strip of cloth from his cloak, wrapping it around his right hand. He'd gripped down on the sword, which was part of the oath he'd given, sworn, as always, with blood and blade. The cut wasn't deep, but he'd let it scar as a reminder of his oath.

*The man dodges to his left, and begins trying to bring the staff down on Skiiy, but in the typical fashion of his style, Skiiy has another move ready. He redirects the thrusting sword downwards into the ground, planting it firmly, then pushes off of it, sending the bulk of his body flying at the man's legs, his left sword held out in front of him, and the right blade he had used to push up near his head.*

Kederaji shook his head. "No questions, except what you need from me."

*Alex stoped in mid motion and staird slack jawed at Kederaji as he whiped his blade around with such grace.*

*Since his momentum is already going in that direction, Skiiy allows himself to roll, which takes him away from Kakashi to stop on the other side of the field. He stands back up and brings his two swords up in a defensive stance, allowing Kakashi to take the offensive, since he had attacked last.*

Kederaji nodded when she asked him to offer tactical advice. He always had, even when he had been a low ranking Deathwatch, he had been asked for his advice. Her next command made him frown, since questioning orders was a completely foreign concept to him. He had often disagreed, but never verbally. Those in power were there for a reason, and it was not his place to question that. The blademaster closed his eyes for a few moments, then nodded. "I... will try."

Kederaji took the dagger, which was still in his left hand, and slid the blade underneath the ribbon around his sword sheath. Now that he was a gaidin, there was no need to conceal his skill. He cut the top few wraps of the ribbon, and it fell free, revealing an ornately lacquered sheath. The majority was green, a green so dark it was nearly black, with a heron outlined in crimson. For the first time in his life, Kederaji was glad his weapon did not have the Imperial sigil on it.