<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<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saven 6th | 990 NE | Afternoon<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Training Grounds<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The sweet tang of copper danced across his lips. It made him smile, the lips pulling up to reveal teeth stained red from the blood. It was a taste every warder knew, a taste that ever warrior understood at an instinctual level. Life. Pain. All of it rolled into a single word. Blood. It was in the air, blood had been spilled and the Thrill of it caused his senses to sharpen. He could feel the impact of his fist, knew that it was over the moment he had touched her with it. This is what fighting would be like, when the end came and either side was no longer holding back. As he watched her fall to the ground and struggle to stand back up he was…disappointed. It was over, she had lost and he…he wanted more.<br/><br/>The need of it should have scared him. It did scare him but that part was gone now as his eyes found hers. The way they danced with a fire that he understood all too well. She had wanted this, from the very beginning. He took a step forward. The hand at his side balling into a fist, the knuckles bleeding to white as his grip hardened. The muscles trembled and shook as if they were waiting for the next moment, where it would all end. He loomed over her, the smile still there as the emotions started to bleed away from him. Eyes still danced with the thrill of battle, they still burned but now he understood why. The tower had failed her. They could have saved her, could have saved Elaine but instead she was forced to go alone. It was not complete. There was still so much to do, so much weakness so much…<br/><br/>Kal’s body jolted when he heard the words. It was his name, shattering the walls of the void. Elaine was dead. Her killers had been killed. The warder glanced down at his fist then back at the woman. This would not bring her back. He had a duty, had oaths, to protect these women and right now that meant from people like him. “It’s over.” His voice was cold, empty as he turned away not entirely trusting himself. There would not have been a way for her to tap into the source, he knew how to handle channelers. Strike fast, kill them before they could blink and there was nothing they could do to stop it. “Good fight, we should do it again sometime.” He smiled starting to walk away from the sands, his hand opening up to reveal four half-moon circles and a trickle of blood. That was going to make sword practice and strength training suck the next few days unless he went for healing but it would be a small price to pay.<br/><br/>Glancing up he saw the gathering crowd pointed at two of the younger men, “You two…” he paused shielding his eyes from the sun to get a better look at them. “Yfan and Rhoven is it? See to the sister then I want you back on the sands within the hour.” If they had time to gawk or as he would have put it when he was young to observe then they better have learned something. Rolling his shoulder a bit he could feel that hunger for another fight building. Maybe if he took them both on at the same time? Would be worth a shot.<br/><br/>Maybe today wasn’t going to be all that bad.<br/><br/>