<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/WTMaster.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Kalain Baneron (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234819.msg11561809#msg11561809)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Master of Arms, Pain in the Ass, Most Pompous of ass<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Theraeve Valaim<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 6th | 990 NE | Afternoon<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The impact sent a shock up his arm as it made contact with her face. Just how much strength had he used? Kal looked down at his hand, flexing it a bit as though for the first time seeing it. If he closed his eyes he could have seen the end of the fight. His fingers itched, the muscles trembling along his arms as it longed to follow her stunned form, to strike hard and fast. A quick strike to the head, followed by a kick to the knee to stop her from running and then a twist of the neck. So simple. So quick. It would be over and he would have won. His legs moved forward, the cold feeling deep within his chest spreading out slowly.<br/><br/>It was her words that saved her in that moment. Pulling him back to his senses as she engaged him once more on the verbal battle field. Kal smiled, a soft chuckle as he nodded in agreement. “I can see that, it is not every day that the Mater of Arms is challenged to a fight, if you are going to aim I see that you aim high.” She was recovering, slower then he was accustomed to. One of the many benefits of the bond that he took for granted. The slightly glassy look of her eyes hardening as she seemed to catch him back in focus once more. “You know, I get that a lot. I suppose I have to find other ways to entertain myself when the fighting bores me.” If the blood was any indication she would most likely have a bruise there, he was going to have to see later if every finger could be made out from the hit in perfect relief to her otherwise smooth skin.<br/><br/>Then she went on the offensive again. Now she was utilizing her strengths properly, exchanging strength for speed. “Wonderful!” He exclaimed the edge of a thrill in his voice as he moved with her. Constantly stepping into her guard or letting her in close, blocking her punches when she tried to strike someplace vulnerable or letting them through to test her own resilience by making exchanges where he could. “Swing, swing, now block yes very good!”A row of bruises would decorate his chest, his shoulder ached but it had felt good. He could fight like this for hours letting the feeling take him away and as each moment passed he fell into that wonderful rhythm. He started to move faster, started to hit harder, started to hold back less.<br/><br/>One of her strikes pierced his guard, his face snapped with it lessening the blow but he could feel the warmth spread on it. The trickle of blood that followed as the Thrill grew. The need for battle, the need for violence. His eyes danced as feet planted into the sand to give him more strength. He waited, for the follow up deciding to trade it for his own advantage. Aimed for her stomach, a blow that arced up and hard enough to swing through her as if he were trying to place his fist up within her ribs. He was out of niceties, he was done training, and the only thing left was the lesson.<br/>