Remnant of the Kyorl (II)

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[165] Nymaya: Remnant of the Kyorl (II)
Thu Jun  1 13:37:14 2017
To: All Verminasia Ashtiel Telthian ( Imm RP )
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The ring of swords was fast; a dangerous musical staccato that grated and threaded tension through the very air the longer it went on.  His intent was to drive her back, but for every step he managed, she inevitably maneuvered him elsewhere. 

When they disengaged it was because she landed a resounding slap of her sword's flat to his wielding arm and pivoting thigh.  He would be bruised tomorrow and starkly aware of every attempt made to spar or fight, let alone regular activity.  Her braid hadn't even begun to fray. 

He puffed his frustration quietly, frowned and waded back in to a taunting gesture.  She was in a sword form he did not recognize.  Their blades slapped together once and then she was behind him, the edge of her weapon to the back of his neck and he dropped to a knee, his bruised leg buckling. 

"You are skilled." She remarked to him quietly.  "You are familiar with Shalonesti?"

The blade left his neck, the faint sharpness of a thin cut lingering in its wake.  He remained where he was but nodded as she walked around him, her sword held at ease. 

"Spent years there in my youth, Advisor." He expressed curtly.  "Mother was wilder, felt I could learn something from the Vallenwood."

"And did you." The question was asked with an edge that made him hesitate and he tipped his gaze sidelong to look at the elf.  His arm felt like dead weight at his side and he forced himself to stand before answering: "I learned enough, my lady."

The flickering torch light gleamed off his sword as he brought it to bear without warning.  The clang of her blade meeting his didn't stifle his momentum as he fought the Advisor back.  Strength won out as their feet moved through vigorous steps and with a well timed trip, she hit the ground. His success was short lived as he tried to capitalize on the moment only to have his strike deflected and then she disarmed him, the sword humming through the air with an odd harmony that dispersed just as quickly. 

He stood stone still then and for several heart-pounding moments, thought the Advisor was going to kill him.  The hard, deadened look in her blue eyes as she held the tip of her blade to his throat was unmistakable with intent. It passed though and, offering a brief salute with her weapon, she dismissed him and singled out the next spar.