<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>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 storm howled. It was not just fueled by his own anger, a fire that had going long before the death of Elaine and only fanned to an inferno that sought to overwhelm him, but by that of the bond as well. He could feel the heat, the way her rage complimented his own but when he sought it out, searched through the bundle of emotions tightened at the back of his head looking for the near constant source of stabilization he instead found fear. The storm shivered. It had waited for this moment, waited to pull free from the chains of iron control that the Master of Arms had subdued it in.<br/><br/>It shook the foundations, ripping free, screaming for him to act. Kal’s body trembled with it. The need was overwhelming. It was only when Moira started to channel that she pushed such emotions away that he was able to hold it back. It danced behind his eyes, an almost inhuman fire that wanted nothing more than to watch the world burn.<br/><br/>The heat clashed with the icy calm of the Aes Sedai as their gazes met. There would be no hiding now, it was a rare moment were all pretense was cast aside between them. Even in the heat of their embrace, when passion overwhelmed thought there had been those iron chains of control. Now she saw him one step closer to the brink, the abyss that Elaine’s death had pushed him to, the one that he had crawled back to bring her body to be put to rest. It was all there, a story written of the things he had to do the pain he had to endure, and the wish for a good death.<br/><br/>The healing weave hit him next. The weaves acting like ice water being injected into his veins as the skin and bone physically moved within his body. No matter how many times he had experienced the sensation was always jarring. The breathe was torn from his lungs as he gasped the pain whiting out his vision once more as the bone snapped back into place and was mended whole within a second. Kal had to grit his teeth to avoid any more of an audible sound as the power worked leaving him shaking but for an entirely different reason now. He waited there for half a heartbeat, instinct propelling his now good hand to catch hers by the wrist, his strength like steel as he held it in place.<br/><br/>“Do not presume to lecture me girl. I was holding a sword before you were even a blink in your mother’s eyes.” His voice was soft but cold, speaking through his teeth. The Master of Arms still boiled with the anger but he still retained enough intelligence that to insult an Aes Sedai in such a way in public was just as suicidal as walking into the blight. “You have seen nothing, the day I push one of you to the point where you fear for your life, you will already be dead. There is no half way Moira, anywhere outside of these sands I fight to live.” It went back to the first rule. One that almost every trainee that had spent personal time learning from the Master of Arms understood.<br/><br/>The moment you draw your sword you are already dead. You fight to live. Every swing of your sword is for a beat of your heart, every form is for a breathe in your lungs. Fight to Live.<br/>