Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 12:11:24 GMT -8
Swift on his heels he spun and thrust his dagger at me, I blocked the move but was knocked back against a stone wall. The crack of my skull against the stone echoed in my head for a few minutes before I opened my eyes to see him kneeling beside me, staring at me with that look of remorse. I smiled coyly to provoke a response only to be met by a wink and a nod; he knew too well I was fine, not the first blow I had shaken off only to return the favor next go around. Did we ever stop fighting? It began verbally, a heated debate over the merits of a leafblade in comparison to a kryss. Several meetings in the tavern in Umbra and we had matched aspect for aspect every piece of weaponry and armor we both owned. I was surprised when he offered me his helmet, “Makes more sense for you to use it, accents your gear much more than mine.” I was happy to have completed a set of plate mail, one I had been working on for a long while. I was happier when he took it off me and the feel of his hand on my cheek sent static shivers down my spine.
Always similar, had I seen, did you see, have you ever tried? Endless talk of the dance of blades and how best to stay alive; then two moons back our conversation turned from words to actions, with a tiny phrase, “here let me show you…” The fights turned from debate to contest as fierce battles for dominance erupted and steel clashed with steel, as blades and shields sounded the fury of the dance. Changes in terrain, weather, metal composition of weapons and armor; anything we could think to test we pitted against each other. Could he keep his breath to cast spells, could I keep my endurance up to knock the wind out of him and keep him silent? Fight after fight, learning how our bodies moved, how feet were placed, how we bent around a blow, just how flexible we each were and when we would touch sparks unseen pricked at my skin. It was inevitable, out of the fires that forged steel into weapons, passion of burning white iron we unleashed upon each other and a new battle upon a new terrain was shared between us; a new test of endurance of heightened senses and feelings shared. Sorrian I howled across the landscape in a fevered pitch to be returned in the baying of wolves, even now sitting alone, I can taste the salt of his skin, fill my lungs with his scent. A thought lingers, how long can I keep him…
Always similar, had I seen, did you see, have you ever tried? Endless talk of the dance of blades and how best to stay alive; then two moons back our conversation turned from words to actions, with a tiny phrase, “here let me show you…” The fights turned from debate to contest as fierce battles for dominance erupted and steel clashed with steel, as blades and shields sounded the fury of the dance. Changes in terrain, weather, metal composition of weapons and armor; anything we could think to test we pitted against each other. Could he keep his breath to cast spells, could I keep my endurance up to knock the wind out of him and keep him silent? Fight after fight, learning how our bodies moved, how feet were placed, how we bent around a blow, just how flexible we each were and when we would touch sparks unseen pricked at my skin. It was inevitable, out of the fires that forged steel into weapons, passion of burning white iron we unleashed upon each other and a new battle upon a new terrain was shared between us; a new test of endurance of heightened senses and feelings shared. Sorrian I howled across the landscape in a fevered pitch to be returned in the baying of wolves, even now sitting alone, I can taste the salt of his skin, fill my lungs with his scent. A thought lingers, how long can I keep him…