meet Darryl.
At the beginning of the battle, Thad concentrated on his defense trying to find Darryl’s rhythm. The man was a good fighter and the flow of his blades was smooth, but he still wasn’t skilled enough to make both blades move independently. There was always a small lag between when his right and left sword made an attack, albeit, one so small it was hardly noticeable.
Picking up the rhythm , Thad increased the speed of his blows hoping to get Darryl to make a mistake. The main thing to remember was patience when fighting someone who was skilled. Rush the fight or make unnecessary risky moves and you would lose. Taking your time and waiting for an opening was the key to winning.
As Thad increased his speed , Darryl adjusted, moving his blades even faster until the dull thud of wood on wood echoed with every heartbeat. Thad was tiring quickly, but he didn’t let up. Seeing that Darryl’s face didn’t hold the same calm demeanor as it had in their last bout.
His patience paid off when he noticed a small opening. Parrying Darryl’s double thrust , he quickly stepped to the side, slapping the two swords to the side and kicked hard into Darryl’s side spinning the little man and throwing him hard to the ground.
When Darryl rolled onto his back , he was greeted by the poised point of Thad’s practice blade. For the briefest of moments Darryl’s jaw clenched and Thad though he was upset, but then the wiry little man let out a loud barking laugh. After helping his opponent to his feet, Thad went over to his companions to get his congratulatory pats on the back.
After everyone was sufficiently warn down and sweating horribly , they all made their way down to a small stream off the road. Eloen didn’t wait for everyone to finish, but undressed and jumped in the water along with the rest of them. The first time she had done so caused Thad to nearly run from the water, but he had gotten used to her brazen attitude if not the sight of her bare body.
Thad had fallen into a comfortable routine over the past few days , and was enjoying the company of the others. Unlike at the academy, everyone seemed to work together instead of competing against each other.
As he had every night since they left Shiel , Thad pulled the sword he had gotten off the man in the capital out to inspect it. After a lot of testing, he learned the sword would absorb any direct effect spell cast towards it. The sword could also cut through any magical shield he could put up as easily as if cutting through air. It was obvious this weapon was made for the sole purpose of killing mages, but he wasn’t sure how it worked or how to reproduce it. Not that he wanted to, it would be stupid to make a number of weapons that were only effective in killing him.
The sword had to have been made by a mage. It had a red gem for a core, and he figured the blade or the hilt was the body. The sword seemed simple in almost every facet, but whenever he sent his magic towards the gem to find out how the enchantment was formed, his power was just sucked away. The first time it had happened he almost forgot to close the conduit and the sword had nearly sucked him dry leaving him with a bad headache and a good lesson.
For a brief moment, he thought of destroying the weapon, but couldn’t go through with it. It was a testament to the magic of a lost age and while he did not yet understand how it worked, he may be able to unlock its secrets one day.
Sliding the sword back in the scabbard strapped to his side, he headed to the fire to join the others. He started to make his way to where Alden was sitting in the hopes of getting him to sing a few more of his crasser song, when Eloen waved for him to join her.
“I see your finally coming out of your shell. Who would have thought the little m age was also handy with a sword?” Eloen said tousling his hair.
“Magic is nice and all, but it’s hard to perform up close.”
“I’ve wanted to ask, what’s up
At the beginning of the battle, Thad concentrated on his defense trying to find Darryl’s rhythm. The man was a good fighter and the flow of his blades was smooth, but he still wasn’t skilled enough to make both blades move independently. There was always a small lag between when his right and left sword made an attack, albeit, one so small it was hardly noticeable.
Picking up the rhythm , Thad increased the speed of his blows hoping to get Darryl to make a mistake. The main thing to remember was patience when fighting someone who was skilled. Rush the fight or make unnecessary risky moves and you would lose. Taking your time and waiting for an opening was the key to winning.
As Thad increased his speed , Darryl adjusted, moving his blades even faster until the dull thud of wood on wood echoed with every heartbeat. Thad was tiring quickly, but he didn’t let up. Seeing that Darryl’s face didn’t hold the same calm demeanor as it had in their last bout.
His patience paid off when he noticed a small opening. Parrying Darryl’s double thrust , he quickly stepped to the side, slapping the two swords to the side and kicked hard into Darryl’s side spinning the little man and throwing him hard to the ground.
When Darryl rolled onto his back , he was greeted by the poised point of Thad’s practice blade. For the briefest of moments Darryl’s jaw clenched and Thad though he was upset, but then the wiry little man let out a loud barking laugh. After helping his opponent to his feet, Thad went over to his companions to get his congratulatory pats on the back.
After everyone was sufficiently warn down and sweating horribly , they all made their way down to a small stream off the road. Eloen didn’t wait for everyone to finish, but undressed and jumped in the water along with the rest of them. The first time she had done so caused Thad to nearly run from the water, but he had gotten used to her brazen attitude if not the sight of her bare body.
Thad had fallen into a comfortable routine over the past few days , and was enjoying the company of the others. Unlike at the academy, everyone seemed to work together instead of competing against each other.
As he had every night since they left Shiel , Thad pulled the sword he had gotten off the man in the capital out to inspect it. After a lot of testing, he learned the sword would absorb any direct effect spell cast towards it. The sword could also cut through any magical shield he could put up as easily as if cutting through air. It was obvious this weapon was made for the sole purpose of killing mages, but he wasn’t sure how it worked or how to reproduce it. Not that he wanted to, it would be stupid to make a number of weapons that were only effective in killing him.
The sword had to have been made by a mage. It had a red gem for a core, and he figured the blade or the hilt was the body. The sword seemed simple in almost every facet, but whenever he sent his magic towards the gem to find out how the enchantment was formed, his power was just sucked away. The first time it had happened he almost forgot to close the conduit and the sword had nearly sucked him dry leaving him with a bad headache and a good lesson.
For a brief moment, he thought of destroying the weapon, but couldn’t go through with it. It was a testament to the magic of a lost age and while he did not yet understand how it worked, he may be able to unlock its secrets one day.
Sliding the sword back in the scabbard strapped to his side, he headed to the fire to join the others. He started to make his way to where Alden was sitting in the hopes of getting him to sing a few more of his crasser song, when Eloen waved for him to join her.
“I see your finally coming out of your shell. Who would have thought the little m age was also handy with a sword?” Eloen said tousling his hair.
“Magic is nice and all, but it’s hard to perform up close.”
“I’ve wanted to ask, what’s up
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