It was a trip that he had been looking forward to for some time, a trip out of the city and to the forest where he would be able to experience his first dragon battle. He hadn't seen one up close before, instead only ever seeing the orbs that his mother Mellony brought home, but he was still quite eager for what was to come. He'd been training since he was much younger after all and he felt as though he was ready to deal with a few dragons! Especially since his mother spoke of the Ysali as being the cannon fodder of the dragon world. They were weak and they were fairly well worthless save for allowing young warriors to be to cut their teeth in battle. It wasn't the most exciting sounding thing to battle against but he didn't care, it was still something that he was eager for.
"Not long now, my little warrior, I had one of our guards tracking a pair of them in this area. You merely need to deal with them as I have trained you to do." Mellony said, giving her boy a smile, more then certain that he'd be able to do it. Not only his first go, perhaps, but these dragons were made for testing ones skills against. Given enough time and a few attempts she was sure that her perfect, wonderful son would be able to do this. Nereza on the other hand, she was more fretful, it was why Mellony had her stay behind. Best that she allow their son his chance at fighting the dragons instead of nuking them with that magic of hers because they dared to look at her son in the wrong way, "Just remember what I thought you and you be fine. Ah, and here they are." She said, patting Merikh on the shoulder, before stepping back. She had all the confidence in the world that he'd be fine but just in case she had her sword strapped to her back.
The young apprentice grinned a bit, his tongue licking against his lips in an eager manner, before he started toward the dragons. He wanted to get a feel for them first, to learn how they moved, how they behaved, and how best to fight them. As such he waited, watching them, taking in the way that they came at him, and soon enough he was dodging from side to side. It was a graceful, though dangerous sort of dance, one that if done wrong would net him some painful wounds. It wasn't as though his mother was soft on him, he'd had many a bruise from his training with her, but he knew that the dragons had mouthfuls of sharp teeth, all like swords, and therefore it was important that he stayed ahead of them. He could feel their hot breath, hear their teeth as they snapped together near him, and when one got too close his hand with to his side, drawing the ceremonial dagger that his grandfather had given him, and he thrust it forward... and was rewarded with a roar of pain. Not enough to kill the beast by any stretch of the imagination but that he was able to bleed one of them was a good start.
He slid back a few steps, flicked his wrist to remove the blood from his blade, before he prepared himself for another round. He wasn't going to give up, not so easily, and he could tell that the Ysali weren't going to either. As such he felt that he could continue to scuffle with these ones until he won, they fled, or he got too exhausted to continue. Either way the battle was far from over.
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