<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, Rhoven Bryce, Yfan Bravni, Moira Niall<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 6th | 990 NE | Afternoon<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The fight was over and the Master of Arms could still feel the heat in his blood, the need to finish it fully roaring in his ears as he walked away. He had almost lost himself. Again. Aes Sedai fully trained and even willing to brave his sands were few and far between if he had finished it, it would have been impossible. So lost in those dark thoughts that he failed to heed the itch between his shoulders, the way the wind shifted and caused every hair at the back of his neck stand on it. Something was happening and in the relatively safe confines of the training area he had ignored it. There was no scuffle, no gasp or even scream as she drew the practice sword. No warning from his men only shock as his vision shifted from the sands to absolute white.<br/><br/>The pain caught up to him next, the trained reflexed that had been honed as sharp as any blade failing to react fast enough. The muscles tensed but it was already too late. They valiantly resisted the sword, weighted with iron to provide a workout for even the best of warders, but something had to give. He fell to one knee trying to dampen the impact to turn it into a roll but the moment it touched the ground the bone gave and then cracked. The world was alight once again, instinct reaching for the blade that was not there. He needed to think, needed to…he pushed the pain away. There would be time for that instead he focused his mind inward taking stock of the injuries.  The muscles in his shoulder flexed and while he could still move the arm he could feel sharp knife of pain pressing against his control.<br/><br/>Left handed.<br/><br/>Holding his arm close to his body in a make shift spring he turned sharply eyes alight with a fire that was rarely seen within the sands. His one good hand caught the practice blade before it hit the ground, slipping over it until it settled in the hilt. The sands erupted in chaos after that and Kal remained still eyes burned into the red as she realized what she had done. If looks could kill, if he could focus all of the hate, the need, the lust for blood in that moment she could see it all behind his blue eyes. Then she ran. He pushed up to his legs again shaking not from the pain but from the adrenaline that begged for him to act, to fight to do anything other than just stand here. Before he could persue he felt a push on his shoulder as though it was distant almost happening to another man.<br/><br/>He snarled turning sharply the muscles in his arm flexing and preparing to strike. It was only the dark eyes of his Aes Sedai that had saved her. If it had been anyone else to touch him, anyone else to get in the way of his quarry then it would have ended poorly but she… she seemed to be able to push through the haze of violence that clung to him. “It’s broken.” He spoke, voice detached tossing the blade to a nearby trainee to be cleaned and put back on the rack. Blood had a tendency to deteriorate the equipment. That caused him to pause, when did he start bleeding. Taking a look over at his shoulder and the growing pool of red he could see it was rather recent. He could feel her rage, but next to his it looked like a candle in an already burning inferno. There was so much of it, and until now he had tried to keep it hidden tried to keep it tempered by the void. She would know. Could feel what he was capable of where everyone else could only guess.<br/><br/>He would need to handle that later right now the men needed tending.<br/><br/>“Yfan,” his voice was sharp carrying the authority that only a man used to command could take, “Rule Number Fourteen.” He paused to see if he would remember but kept going before he could speak. “If you are going to strike a man in the back make sure he never gets up. Now, I want you to run laps until you find five warders, each time drop and give them twenty pushups and ask for them to get a training blade. On your next time around they are going to attack you. You can stop running laps until every one of them has failed to hit you.” There, hopefully that will get the man used to surprise but already his mind was working on what would be next. Every man froze the first time they were confronted with unrestrained violence, the good news was this time it didn’t have to cost any lives.<br/><br/>Dismissing the man with a nod he turned back to the Green Sister, “You or them it doesn’t matter. I will live,” He looked down at his hands and the small cuts, “guess I won’t have to worry about these after all now.” Kal was slowly pushing that anger down with each passing moment, bottling it back up in the place beyond the void. He would need it, but now it would only make things worse.<br/>