So she was a healer type knit. A Diviner, more specifically. After healing his hand, Azura felt better, thanks to Tay's powers. It was soon after that she reminded him of classes tomorrow that Azura quickly remembered. Ih right. I should get going. Thank you so much, Taenya. I mean Tay, sorry. Azura said as she bowed and left. He watched her gather her things and go back to where she came from. Azura smiled a bit which was strange. He never usually smiles before. Guess these were good people. It's only a matter of time until he has to admit the truth about himself tomorrow. ((Exits to the next day))
After leaving the note, Nova headed out to do some physical training. On her way, she encountered someone from the Academy City that she knew, one of the people that owned a stand in the marketplace, Melissa. After catching up a bit, the two went to go train together. Nova had already been in her training gear, so she waited alone in the arena until Melissa was changed. She walks into the arena, sword in hand. Nova runs to the other side of the area, and shouts at Melissa,
"Ready?"
"Begin!"
Nova advances on her opponent. Melissa is a shifter who can shift into a large bobcat. Nova's sword clashes with her friends, both looking for weak spots in each other. Just as Nova lunges at Melissa's exposed side, she drops her sword and shifts, darting away, leaving Nova in the dust. The bobcat circled Nova, just out of her Raiment' s reach. How does she plan to attack me if she can't reach me? Nova wondered. Suddenly, the cat lunged at her. Not wanting to hurt her friend, Nova activated her Raiment. The cat was already in the air, so it floated up to the top of her 'bubble'. Nova changed the gravity to super heavy, then light again so the cat didn't break any bones. Nova put her foot down on the cat's side, and Melissa shifted back to human.
"You win, you win! The shifter put her hands up in surrender.
"You shouldn't have shifted so early, or at least shifted back after using the bobcat to dodge me. Your animal form is much more vulnerable to my Raiment, as it is lighter and will float easily. I wouldn't have used my Raiment, but I didn't want to injure you. Nova held out her hand to help her friend up.
"I should get back to the marketplace now, see you around, Nova." Nova waved goodbye as her friend left. She decided she'd practice some more, by herself. She would practice until school was out for the day, she decided.
๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐: Training Arena ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐: No One ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ:Training Outfit ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: Calm, Then Exhilarated ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ช๐๐๐: Her sword ๐ ๐ ๐: ~~~
Almost as soon as Kayl cleared the dorms, he was almost surprised to see the state of the weather, as he hadn't heard any thunder from his dorm. The rain was coming down fairly hard, but nothing overly outlandish. It might have been a nice enough day to simply stay in, ride out the rain and sleep all day, but not for him. Kayl couldn't stay still for long, at least not when such troubling thoughts continued to boil in his head. Looking down at his side, his eyes gazed over his blade once more. 'Hmm... I guess it won't hurt...' He thought to himself while continuing with his original plan. Kayl might not have been able to do much on the training grounds, but at least he could check it out for the future, there was no doubt he would eventually end up there. Gripping the scabbard of his blade tightly for a moment, Kayl quickly made his way through the halls, the courtyard and to the training area.
Standing off to the side of the main court, Kayl looked out over the training area from a covered terrace. The terrace itself wasn't very large, but had a covered hall the trailed the full length of the training court. As he walked through the terrace, Kayl looked out towards the empty training court as it was patted down with the heavy rains. As he looked out over the empty court, Kayl couldn't help but feel a bit of impatience. Slowly the feeling of impatience grew into uncertainty, and a bit of annoyance, and in that moment, a brief thought of his nightmare recurred. Sighing with a twinge of disappointment, Kayl put his hand out to the rain, and felt the cool wet sensation across his skin. 'Maybe this wasn't a loss...' He thought before stepping out into the rain.
On any given day, one wouldn't generally find someone training outdoors in the rain. A light sunny day, or even a cold breezy one was generally what would bring most outdoors, and Kayl was no exception. Whether a soldier, or a guard, or simply a student of the sword training to better themselves, one would generally consider their comfort, and their health. But at this moment, as Kayl started to feel flustered by both his nightmare, and a feeling inside of him that started to grow that he couldn't quite understand. In that moment, Kayl felt that the rain was just what he needed. Perhaps the cool damp feel of the water as it fell upon him would calm his nerves and free his mind. As he stepped out into the field, Kayl quickly reached down and drew his blade from it's scabbard, and as the rain continued to fall, Kayl started to place himself into a stance.
Bringing his blade up quickly in a swift and precise arc, Kayl started to practice sword slashing techniques, quick step maneuvers, and swinging directional momentum. Although there was no target in front of him, his movements were both swift, and extremely accurate, as if the blade was an extension of himself. With each movement, and each swing, the rain itself swayed around him as the sword caught droplets with each swing and hurled them off in every which way. Looking upon Kayl now, it could easily be deduced that he was a skilled swordsman, and probably trained since he was very young. But his movements were far from perfect, and with each swing, his mind grew flustered, and emotions that he didn't quite understand started to stir. As he looked out towards the empty court, a sudden rush of fear and anger welled over him, and as the rains continued to pelt across the short grass, Kayl's instincts very briefly went wild. Subconsciously, Kayl put himself into a defensive position as swung the hilt of his blade in his hand, turning and then leading the blade down the side of his arm as if he was about to parry an attack and defend himself from someone who was to strike him.
As the rush of emotions fell over him, Kayl forcibly stopped in his current stance, and held himself in place which trying to breath. 'Not again!... Breath Kayl... Breath...' he thought to himself as he stood there, ready to strike anything that came near him, completely motionless. The more Kayl tried to calm his rowdy nerves, the more upset he was becoming, as the mixed feelings of fear and anger that hit him unexpectedly also brought up the anxiety that he was having from his dreams. Why couldn't things go his way just this once? The rain falling upon him was both soothing and refreshing, so why the anger? why the fear? why the nightmare? As Kayl took in deep breaths, the tension that formed throughout his body started to ease, and his adrenaline started to slow. Finally, he started to calm, and the rains soothing feeling finally did their work. As his nerves settled, Kayl started to reach a new calm, and his focus became even greater then before. Moving slowly into an aggressor's stance, he brought the blade forward once more, and again he started to practice with his sword as he seemed to enter an almost serene trance.
His movements had changed from before, they grew fluid, without any extra movement, and a swing would pair naturally into another with so little resistance that if one wasn't paying close attention, they might not have noticed the second attack. Compared to when he first started, his movements and technique now would cause even the most skeptical mind to doubt he was only a young man, just barely leaving his teens. These were not the moves of a young man, inexperienced and still learning. This swordsman that was training in the courtyard of the training grounds, was a master...
Kayl wasn't sure how much time had passed since he started training, but it wasn't until he started to feel the pressure of his muscles wanting to give in before he slowed and eventually came to a stop in a striking pose. Breathing hard, and holding his blade out in perfect balance, Kayl steadily stood up and slide his blade back into its scabbard. Wiping his forehead for a moment as the rain continued to pour down, Kayl closed his eyes and tilted his head back, as if he was letting the rain cleanse his face. If any sweat had accumulated, it was long gone as the rain had him drenched from head to toe. Opening his mouth for a moment, he drank a small mouthful of water before looking forward and taking another breath. As the water fell down his face, Kayl let out a small sigh as he felt the feelings of fear and anger wash away from him altogether.
It wasn't the first time something like this had happened to him. There were several times in the past when feelings that he didn't quite understand suddenly overwhelmed him. It was even worse if the feelings that suddenly swept over him were similar in nature to his own feelings, as they amplified them many times over. After getting some aggression out of his system, and in the refreshing falls of the rain at that, he felt completely at ease in this moment. Finally a genuine smile covered his face as he turned an started back towards the covered terrace. He was so caught up in his own thoughts then, that he only just noticed the two that were veering out from the combat classroom nearby. With the heavy rains, it was hard to tell if they had just arrived or were there all along. Without knowing if he was intruding, or knowing that there was an actual classroom nearby, Kayl decided that it was likely best if he returned to Ganon.
Just as swiftly as he had entered, Kayl made his way back to the halls that lead out towards the courtyard. Since he was still soaked through, he thought it best that he walked on the outer paths instead of through the inside of the buildings. Most of them had covered verandas after all, and he would be able to dry off a bit before he reached his destination.
As Kayl arrived at the training grounds, he felt a familiar nostalgic feeling wash him over as he looked out over the undisturbed snow. Although it was mostly light snow, not to deep covering the entire field, the field itself seemed to have been in enough disuse to form a completely flat and smooth blanket of snow. Stepping out into the field, Kayl smiled lightly as he broke paradigm and started to step towards the center of the field, his footprints being the only thing that could be scene in the snow. Once he reached the center, Kayl looked about for a moment and brought his arms up in front of him. 'I should get started soon, now is as good a time as any,' Kayl thought to himself as he closed his eyes and stood perfectly still in the snow, letting his mind calm as he breathed lightly and rhythmically, in time with his heart and the light winds around him.
It had been some time since Kayl had gotten some training in. He had come to the grounds fairly often in the beginning, though his availability to do so slowed somewhat as he started to make more friends and acquaintances. As Kayl stood in the center of the snow covered field, he took another breath, and meditated briefly as he slowly moved into a combat stance, his arms in front of him ready to strike, his legs guiding into a defensive, and prepared position. Once he entered a formal stance, he held that position steadily, his eyes still closed as he focused on his form. His cloak blew lightly around his feet with every gust of the wind, and his sword sat calmly in its scabbard at his side. For what likely would have seemed like an eternity to anyone whom would watch him, he stood there, unmoving, perfectly straight, perfectly still, until suddenly he wasn't. In a quick burst of speed almost too sudden for the eyes to adjust to, the snow around Kayl suddenly shot up into the air, covering any sight of him for only a moment as it sprinkled down around him. When the snow settled, Kayl could be seen standing in a completely different stance, his sword behind held in both of his hands, being held at the ready directly in front of him, his eyes open and narrowed as if staring through his blade. To anyone watching, it would have been unlikely that they would have even seen him draw his blade. For in that sudden burst of movement, Kayl took a hard step forward, stomping into the snow causing it to burst up around him while simultaneously shifting his position, reaching to his side, drawing his blade, and pulling it out and swinging it directly in front of him in such a smooth and swift movement that he was already frozen in another combat stance before the snow even began to fall and settled around him. As the last of the snow settled around him, Kayl's eyes closed once more, and like before he stayed perfectly straight, perfectly still... Until he didn't...
Patrick Lockheart ~ Initially the Beginner's Combat Class ~
"...Bored." Having spent much of Rick's 'Training Session' preening, Branwen was growing tired of the wait for more students to turn up and was starting to make her own amusement... It began with her taking to the rafters, hunting the elusive spiders which had set their webs up around the edges - this was all good and also doubled up as an added breakfast, but after a few minutes, she was bored again...
After investigating the pictures on the walls - her plan to perhaps pick a few stray strands apart, but with no luck, The White Raven flew across the room, dive-bombing her comrade before landing somewhat awkwardly at the window. "Open." she tapped the glass with her beak before turning back to watch as Rick who was also growing somewhat tired of the long wait nodded and made his way over,
"Looks like a quiet day, Bran," he exhaled a sigh, leaning forward and turning his gaze out of the window as he reached for the latch, "Hmm..." His eyes would take in the training area, almost pristine white in the snow and seemingly untouched by anyone... He was about to turn the latch and release Bran into the light flurry when his gaze settled upon a figure, his attire rendering him almost indistinguishable within his white surroundings... "Oh?"
Withdrawing his hand for the moment, Rick would watch as the figure appeared to just stand there, his cloak billowing lightly in the breeze, he was about to reach forward and let Bran out when the male seemingly disappeared as the surrounding snow shot up around him. Branwen couldn't understand why Patrick was taking so long and gave his elbow a peck, but the male seemed baffled, tilting his head before his jaw dropping open slightly as the figure reappeared through the falling snow, his stance now completely different from the first...
He seemed to repeat the action - Rick's eyes were swift, yet he failed to see as the male drew his blade, between bursts of rising snow, the figure continued to shift his position - a new stance every time the snow settled until he was once again standing as quiet and still as he had when Rick had first seen him... "Whoa..."
"Let Me Out!" Turning so she was infront of him, Branwen suddenly jumped up infront of the male's face, forcing him to recoil away from the window briefly before frowning and leaning forward as she landed once again on the windowsill.
"Why are you so grumpy this morning?" finally, he flipped the latch and the Raven gave a 'Crark' before finding her way out through the gap. As she escaped and took to the air, Rick would once again turn his gaze towards the figure, glancing back and moving for his poncho before slipping it on and re-approaching the window.
~ Rick Exits the Beginner's Combat Class into the Training Area ~
It wasn't necessarily the best means of leaving the Combat Classroom, but with his belongings in hand, Rick would take his exit out through the window, setting his feet carefully down onto the fresh snow - taking care to close the window behind him before following Bran's trajectory and advancing towards the training area.
Rick would of course continue to watch the male's training session from a distance, fascinated with how he worked, yet not wishing to intrude until perhaps invited. It was as he set up against the fence, watching as Branwen landed on the post beside him, that he finally recognised the male as Kayl - from his Diviner class. He was looking a little more alert today, but Rick would remain silent, just enjoying the quiet of the morning and the soft hush of the snow as it fell around them.
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Profile Location: Training Area Appearance: As seen, but initially wearing this Patrick's Cold Weather Clothes With: Branwen, Kayl Feeling: Curious OoC Felt it best to just exit into the Training Area ""
Dancing is an art, and requires precision and dexterity as the support beams to endurance and strength. Every step has it's own calculated fate, decided by the dancer, controlled by the dance. Even in silence there is a rhythm, the heart beats, the body sweats, the world sings. That is silence. And silence is the music that plays in the most intricate dance of all, which is battle. A song which Vivienne knows every beat, lyric, and note. And when the song is played, she dances. Years upon years of her life this song has played on repeat, Vivienne found herself dancing to it each time.
Another strike, another beat. Her daggers three twirling, slashing the dummy quickly with fatal accuracy. Her fighting style is an unusual one; one which she developed on her own. She has yet to give it a name; to Vivienne, it's merely dancing. She uses four daggers, three dual edged, and one stiletto. She starts by unsheathing two of them, one forward, and one backward. One strikes, the other dagger thrown into the air, the third unsheathed, now juggling the knives as she strikes. She knows where one would bleed the most, where they hurt the most. She has felt the pain. She knows the pain. And pain, that is the instrument she uses to play the song as she dances. The tempo of the juggling blades continues as she continues to strike her makeshift foe.
Of course, in a duet, the dance would change drastically. Vivienne would know when to use her raiment, hence why she uses dual edged daggers. Only a formidable foe would suffer the fate of becoming the target of her self harm. She knows a body's limits. She knows how long one can dance, so there is no room for error. The stilleto is there, untouched. When does she use it, one may wonder. That is a question no one wants the answer to.
Walking slowly through the halls and corridors of the Academy, Kayl kept to himself as he hummed lightly, pleased with himself for the day. He was sure some would likely be curious as to why he wasn't at the Gala, however he was content with walking the halls in this moment. As his thoughts went from one thing to the next, he was content with the currently freedom he was able to enjoy, and was lost in thought for a moment as he aimlessly traversed the halls. It was because of his aimless walking that he ended up surprising himself with where he ended up. Looking around the large yard of the training area. He couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head at his own subconscious decisions. 'I guess the heart wants what the heart wants...'
Walking out to the center of the training yard, Kayl slowly stepped through the snow, the feel of fresh coat lightly crunching beneath his feet amused him for a moment, and when he came to a stop in the middle of the field, Kayl took a deep breath and reached down to take hold of his weapon. As his hand reached down, Kayl suddenly stopped however, and left his hand come to his shoulder instead. Looking to his right, as he purposely let the hood of his cloak fall over his face, Kayl turned his gaze towards the back of his shoulder and chuckled. "I almost forgot you were there, Syl," Kayl said jokingly speaking a shorted version of her name in a more casual tone, his gaze returning to out in front of him as he looked back towards the closest shelter to him. "Are you awake? Its fine if you still sleep, I'm just glad I caught myself before training, I imagine that likely would have been a startling awakening for you if I had proceeded with you on my shoulder," Kayl said as he started to walk back towards the edge of the field, where the covered half-deck that connected to the combat classrooms were located.
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The day so far had been eventful as Sylrenya rode along with her dark haired companion as they went to town to help the lovely Lelyna to pick out a dress for the Gala. While she was a fan of most of them, the one that would have become her choice of attire for the evening certainly was gorgeous on her. She hoped that the blind female was enjoying herself at the event though wondered why Kayl had decided to take the evening in a different direction than she had. Her mouth would open before hesitation stayed her voice. It was obvious something was bothering him, and she was hardly one to take solace in. Being a creature that was dwarfed in comparison with little recollection of a romantic life made things hard like that. Instead, the fae would gently hide in the folds of Kayl's hoods as his two feet would carry him through the barren halls. The sounds of ball were slowly becoming mute, Sylrenya much more focused on the boy she rode rather than anything else at the moment. Unfortunately, there was nowhere for her to really begin. Her mind ran laps trying to think of some way to begin conversation but each ended the same way of becoming silent and simply staring down the hall. Her wings beat a single time before the wave of cold air hit her body.
The effects were immediate, feeling her wings begin to sting as the air outside would cause them to slowly freeze over. Kayl would continue on for a bit, eventually coming to a stop as he unsheathed his weapon and drew the cloak over his head. The shifted made her tumbled down, bumping into his neck while Sylrenya would stand back up while he apologized for forgetting her presence. "It is all right, Kayl. Many do seem to forget creatures smaller than they are exist." She smiled at him, placing her forehead on his neck as she gave it a gentle pat. "But what is it that draws you out here on a day of celebration? Should you not be attending the gala with a girl that might find you a perfect match for a mate?" The fae asked in a sort of way that almost seemed a bit to imply that this was to select somebody to be together with for life. Considering her limited knowledge of the human world, it was not too out of the realm of possibilities. She would continued to ride the boy's shoulder, watching as he traversed the snowy land as she stayed warm in the back of her hood.
"I'd like to think its more so that as you slept, you didn't even make a peep, I mean, can fae snore?..." Kayl said jokingly in retort to Sylrenya's first comment, smiling for a moment as the thought came full circle, he realized it likely was better not having a little buzzing snore in his ear. Chuckling at himself for a moment, Kayl reached the covered deck as Sylrenya spoke once more, asking about the Gala, and about a mate. Kayl's eyes went just a little wide at her last words, his face becoming slightly flush as he shook his head in response. "No, no, to be perfectly honest, its not for me," Kayl said while reaching up and unclasping his cloak. "The truth is, these types of events only remind me of the stuck up nobility I have had to put up with back home. I mean, I realize that its not the same people at the Gala, but the whole event just leaves a nasty taste in my mouth," Kayl said honestly, venting just a little bit without holding back his words like he would normally do with most people. Perhaps it was because of their friendship, or perhaps it had to do some with her being fae, since their customs and culture differed from his.
That last though lingered on Kayl for a moment, how did he know so much about fae culture? Not that what he knew was extravagant or a lot to say the least, but for some reason, Kayl just knew that his knowledge of their ways was not merely common knowledge. Shaking his head once more, Kayl shrugged lightly as he chalked it up to his raiment once more. His annoyingly frustrating, yet incredibly empowering raiment. "Hold still for a moment," Kayl said as he lowered the hood of his cloak, and removed it from his shoulders before holding it out for Sylrenya. "It is still a bit chilly out tonight, here..." He said while holding his cloak out for Sylrenya to hop into. Once she was in the cloak, he placed it down on the deck which a few steps off of the ground in height, and didn't have any snow on it. He placed the cloak folded lightly underneath Syl on the deck with the hood propped up like a little cave. "This should keep you warm until I return," Kayl said, ensuring that his cloak left only a small opening for her so that his residual heat would stay within the hood. Her own body heat would also keep the hood warm whenever she stayed inside.
"I'll be right back, I just want to work out a little sweat," Kayl said before stretching lightly, his full armor, tunic, and slacks in full view without his cloak covering everything. The full view of his sword sheathed in its ornate gold and black scabbard could be seen hanging on his side as he made his way back towards the center of the field. As he did, he called out to Sylrenya from the distance. "Seeing as I have an audience, Perhaps I can entertain you, with a dance of snow and steel," Kayl said jokingly while waving at Syl in the distance, just before drawing his beautiful sword from its scabbard, his face changing from playful to more serious, eyes narrowing as his focus intensified. Lifting his blade in front of him, Kayl slowly brought his arms up as he held it straight out in front of him and slowly moved into swordman's stance.
Today Ivar had the day off so he decided to work on his Raiment control since he was still lacking. He did not want to become a danger to his fellow classmates so it was best if he could get the foundations mastered before he moved onto the more complex abilities. He decided to wear his baggy clothing today, a loose fitting hoodie and a pair of tracksuit bottoms complete with a pair of expensive trainers. Attached to his waist was a leather belt which held his sheathed rapier. He was training with his Raiment today but he decided to take his sword just incase. He entered the field, making sure to stay away from anyother student that had the same idea as him. He found an are with alot of old stone pillars "Perfect" he said to himself as he started to stretch out.
Once his warm up stretches were done, he faced the pillars which would act as his targets. "First I have to fire a bolt that does not destroy the entire pillar," he thought to himself. He gulped before taking up a stance, building up plasma in his arms which began to glow. "I need to get the ratio of speed and votage right if I am to perfect this," he thought as he felt the pressure build up in his forearms. With his left hand he made an arc motion, clicking as he did this. The plasma was projected in a straight line, the click creating an eletrical spark that super-heated the plasma to create an energy beam that lasted for an instant. The beam hit the pillar but left no mark nor did it cause any damage. Ivar frowned at the pillar, disappointed with his first attempt. He continued to fire of single bolts at the pillars. Some bolts would shatter the entire pillars, others would have no effect. Ivar kept tweaking his raiment's speed and power with each attempt in hopes of suceeding.
After an hour he had begun to get the hang of the temperature control a bit better. He was not used to firing his raiment off so much which had left him breathing heavily and his arms were aching. Thinking back on the times he had used hs raiment, Ivar had always focused on the power of his bolts, but he never considered the speed. He just assumed it shot out at one speed but now that he looked back he knew that his weaker bolts were a little slower. Ivar's eyes widened when it finally clicked. "Wait that's it! Why did I not realise this before!?" he said as he looked down at his hands. "The energy's power is not only effected by the temperature but it is also dependant on the speed of the released gas!" he spoke with excitement to himself as he came to the realisation. He looked up to the pillar with the least amount of damage, gritting his teeth as he slowly rose his arm. The plasma building up in his arms as he thought about how he was going to pull this off. "All I have to do if release the gas slower at a higher pressure using less voltage," he thought out loud before swinging his arm in an arc motion, clicking his fingers as he did. The instant he clicked his fingers, a bolt shot out only visible for ann instant but it left a nice crater the size of a football with a thick black ring of charred stone surrounding the hole. Ivar's eyes widened as a huge grin appeared on his face. He jumped up while punching upwards into the air, "Yes I did it! I can control my raiment!" he shouted with glee. After that he regained his compusure and deicded to leave as he had to meet up with the commoner. *exit*
It took Camilla a while to get here, but she had finally arrived. As she walked up to the training grounds another student was leaving. Not looking at him, or acknowledging his existence, Camilla proceeded into the training grounds with a look of serious frustration on her face. Once inside she surveyed the area. Not a whole lot to hit. Some standing wooden dummies, and some stone pillars. The stone pillars would do. Walking over to the stone pillars she took a deep breath. Looking around Camilla wanted to make sure she was alone. Seeing as the male that just left seemed to be the only other person here, she decided to let loose her raiment.
Camilla's skin began to turn a bit red as if she was slightly sunburnt all over. Her hair would begin to flow around her as if there were some kind of continuous breeze. Clenching her fist, Camilla's muscles became much more defined and her veins becoming visible on her skin. Though this form could be considered unattractive, the form was perfect for what she intended to use it for. However, the clock had started and she only had a short amount of time to let out her pent-up frustration. Camilla took a stance and took off at the stone pillars. Using a martial art form she had been taught by her father, Camilla began striking the stone pillars. Each strike creating a loud boom as her fist crashed into it.
Not stopping there Camilla began throwing kicks as well. Jumping and twirling, if anyone were to catch a glimpse of the sight they could tell you it was as if watching art in motion. Beautiful, flowing like a river through the pillars. There was very little wasted movement, each strike hit its mark and obliterated whatever her fist or leg came into contact with. Outside of this form Camilla had a habit of thinking too much about what she was going to do, while in this form and her time restraint in place, she didn't have the luxury of overthinking the situation. She had to go one hundred percent from the start or she could be killed. Which is why she liked to use her raiment to clear her head. Camilla however, was so caught up in what she was doing that she didn't realize she had run through the majority of the stone pillars. Before long Camilla had reached the large stone wall at the back of the arena.
Sliding to a stop in front of the wall she had her right fist pulled in tight to her body and her left hand reaching out towards the wall. A low growl escaped her throat before she shouted, yelling as if she were pouring her all into this strike. Turning on her back foot she sent her right fist rocketing towards the wall and as soon as her fist made contact, the wall exploded. A loud, window shaking boom could be heard as dust and debris went flying into the air. From where Camilla was standing a large hole had been blown through the wall. It was easily fifteen feet in diameter. Coming to her senses, Camilla realized that she had just blown a hole in school property using her raiment. Her eyes wide and her mouth agape, Camilla did the only thing she could think to do. Run. Run very fast and very far. Turning on the balls of her feet Camilla took off while still in her raiment form. She wasn't sure how much time had passed but she knew she didn't have much time before the Rebound kicked in. With that little bit of time, she would need to get as far away as she could as to avoid getting in trouble for the hole.
In Nanashi's mind, he couldn't really stand the fact that he'd have to deal with spirits. Of course, yesterday was important to help out a friend, since Patrick needed the help. Of course, skipping elective classes might get him in trouble if he doesn't attend. Nanashi woke up early, as he would make his way to the traianing grounds. So far, it has been too long since he had experienced a real fight. Of course, Ivar was the type to deliver, since the two would duke it out in combat class all the time. As he would be near the training grounds, he would think of his past as he was a real ninja, specialized in assassinations. The training he did back then was so hard and brutal, it made the temple he was raised in look like a child's daycare, and that memory still runs fresh in his mind to this day. He'd start off with a couple sets of stretches, and push ups as he would look at the wooden training dummies in front of him. It has been such a long time since he used his sword, and wondered to himself if he still had that same skill needed. Huh.... wonder if I'm even getting any rusty lately. Nanashi would say to himself as he would place his hand on his sword. At that moment, it all came flooding into his mind. The smile he'd have on his blood stained face, as well as the corpses that were littered on the floor full of soldiers in armor. Nanashi knew the feeling very well, and even the feel of the hot flames torching rows of straw made houses. He even remember the shrieks of pain as well as the hands reaching out for a desperate attempt for help. And all of it was caused by Nanashi and his bandit crew. It was then that Nanashi woke up, and realized where he was. Huh... Glad I couldn't see spirits. I'd be living in hell... Nanashi said, remembering Patrick's ability to see ghosts. At that moment, Nanashi decided it was time to train. Let's go! He would draw his sword, before setting his open palms behind him, and focusing a good gust of wind to be ready. At the second he can feel the air compress around his palm and fingertips, he would reveal this strange smirk as he would release the focused amount of air and blast himself forward like a catapult firing. His movements were very fast that the average human would find it hard to keep track of him, but it did not mean he was undetectable for anyone. If given the proper training, anyone would be able to beat Nanashi when figuring out his trick of his movements being led externally and not by Nanashi completely controlling his own movements, but letting it carry him, which is his biggest downfall. Blade in hand, Nanashi would charge in at the wooden mannequin as he would quickly zip through them, leaving the head of the wooden statues fly clean off the sculpted body of the statues before he would quickly do it to the next row of statues, before the row would instantly lose their heads in one quick succession, while Nanashi was still a blur. As he would reappear after slicing the heads off the statues, Nanashi would sheathe his sword and let out a deep breath. At least I'm not losing my touch. He said, looking at the cleanly sliced heads of the statues.
As the two got ready to leave Camilla was quite surprised when he handed her his sword. Most people were not as forthcoming with their equipment for fear of her breaking it. Then again Kayl didn't know what she was capable of. Looking it over without unsheathing it, Camilla sighed happily. '' It's so beautiful Kayl. What a great partner. '' She stated without thinking. She didn't see things like weapons as mere tools, they were more than that. They were the difference between life and death in most instances. To have a fine-tuned partner was to have something you could rely on in battle. Which was unfortunate for Camilla considering she couldn't have a partner of her own. As she continued to examine Kayl's sword, she would take notice of its weight. Though it certainly felt heavier than a normal sword of this exact size, it didn't feel off balance. She would take a mental note about this and be sure to inquire about it later.
Thinking back on their conversation, she couldn't believe he had accepted her goading. It never worked like that when she did it to other people. His question was a good distraction from her thoughts though. '' Of course, I know how to use it! '' She said happily. '' The sword was the first weapon I was taught. Though, I'm sure you're much better with it than I am haha. '' She stated chuckling more to herself than to Kayl. '' To be honest I don't honestly believe I can teach you something new. But I can try. '' She said honestly. Kayl looked like the kind of person that was well versed in his weapon of choice. Camilla, knowing how to use them all effectively and efficiently but not masterfully. Though she had her own flair in her combat style as well. But she wouldn't tell him that.
*Arriving at the training field*
Once at the training field, Camilla looked around cautiously. No excess guards, no big hole in the wall anymore. She supposed someone fixed it. Sighing quietly to herself she looked at Kayle and smiled. '' So! Still, want me to try and teach you something even though I admitted I probably can't? Because I'll give it a shot if you're still interested. If not, we can spar if you think you're up to it. '' Kayle was hoping to any god that could hear her that he'd pick the second one. She'd been dying to see what Kayl was made of and was practically chomping at the bit to fight with him. for now, she held on to his blade, not for any particular reason, just in case he wanted to see if she could teach him something. Shimming from side to side slightly while she waited for a response from him.
Kayl chuckled lightly at Camilla's retort as they walked through the halls. She became fairly adamant when she spoke of being trained with the sword, and how it was the first weapon she was taught. Technically, this was also true of Kayl. The sword was the first thing they tried to teach him when they thought he was ready. That poor sword instructor, he never stood a chance.
Although they didn't understand why or how it worked, Kayl's raiment kicked in the moment he was given a sword. Every basic instruction his teacher had given was almost ignored or superseded by advanced techniques that completely flabbergasted his teacher. Thinking that the sword master was being tricked in some way, or perhaps not told the truth that Kayl was a complete beginner at swordsmanship. He challenged the young boy to a duel, and was so heavily out classed that he refused to work with him again, and stormed off from the De'Valaer household. Kayl didn't know why, but he knew things about the blade, about its movements, about its structure, how to get it to perfectly align where he wanted as if the sword was literally apart of him, and it didn't stop there. Some form of martial arts, and mixed sword arts also were simply mastered immediately. His raiment was an odd thing, and he wished he could really understand it.
But of course, Camilla wouldn't know this, barely anyone did. So when she mentioned in candor that she didn't think she would really be able to teach him anything about the sword, she couldn't possibly imagine just how right she was. Of course, ever the kind heart, Kayl simply smiled and nodded at her words. "You never know, we are all always learning something," Kayl said lightly, not wanting to sound arrogant or boastful. When they arrived at the training grounds, Camilla led Kayl towards the center of the large yard. She again offered to show him some swordsmanship, as well as offered an alternative, a sparring session between them if he so chose. Smiling then, Kayl stepped in front of her and reached down towards the sword. He took hold of the scabbard at the base of the blade, and slide it off of the sword without taking the sword from Camilla. "I don't see why we can't do both," Kayl said as he took a few steps away from her, letting her keep his sword to use as he lifted the scabbard as his blade. He smirked lightly as he moved into a stance then, the scabbard held low as he turned his body and readied himself for her.
