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testrun_box2012-02-27 06:35 am
forged_miracle) wrote in testrun_box2012-02-27 06:35 am
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Ruka could be found in the steaming crucible of the training grounds. His elaborate uniform (a holdover from the school he'd just come from) was stuck to his chest with sweat and he was grinning wide and cocky.
He knew the para-magic he'd been learning would no doubt prove useful, and he would get to practicing it soon enough. But he liked warming up with physical combat first. Nothing quite compared to the cut, the thrust, the staccato back and forth rythm of steel on steel (or in this case steel on ambulatory plantlike creatures that swayed and attempted to wrap him up). It was in these moments of fierce passionate concentration that he believed, contrary to his recent history, that he was alive. His blood raced as he immersed himself, seeking the high only outwitting an opponent could give.
Then something huge punched him in the chest and his vision went alternately red and white, synched with his now spastic heartbeat.
I pushed myself too far...a rookie's mistake. He thought, full of shame as he hit his knees, hand that formerly held a sword grasping at his heart.
He knew the para-magic he'd been learning would no doubt prove useful, and he would get to practicing it soon enough. But he liked warming up with physical combat first. Nothing quite compared to the cut, the thrust, the staccato back and forth rythm of steel on steel (or in this case steel on ambulatory plantlike creatures that swayed and attempted to wrap him up). It was in these moments of fierce passionate concentration that he believed, contrary to his recent history, that he was alive. His blood raced as he immersed himself, seeking the high only outwitting an opponent could give.
Then something huge punched him in the chest and his vision went alternately red and white, synched with his now spastic heartbeat.
I pushed myself too far...a rookie's mistake. He thought, full of shame as he hit his knees, hand that formerly held a sword grasping at his heart.
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Ah wonderful. From champion of the dueling game to being scolded by a child. This part wasn't in the brochure about the world revolution.
"Yes, that would probably be for the best. And what's your name, good samaritan?"
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"I'm 623 sir. I've never seen a blade like that out side of a book, you must be very good with it to get this far with it." He is however, impressed with Ruka's weapon, eying it curiously.
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Ruka's eyebrows shot up.
"You've really never seen a real sword? Well, I used to be the fencing coach at my old academy and I fought in a few duels."
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"That's pretty impressive."
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"Close. This is a saber. A foil is basically a flexible rod with a guard and pommel, used only for sport. It would not be much more effective than bare fists against these grats. A saber is sharp though and the tip is pointed, making it an effective stabbing weapon."
He holds it out.
"Would you like to try it?"
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"Oh, I see." 623 looks at the weapon for a moment, and then back up to Ruka.
"I would if you don't mind."
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"Oh, it's lighter then I was expecting."