<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcQudzJO5T6ImN1u1on0L65BHXWhEjSoEgiQfxVDw55xKvK3h30bew.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ianto Dresden (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5890599#msg5890599)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jikundi Truun camp southern most training field<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1 – Mid morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Today something is troubling the slayer turned knight. He had awakened earlier than his norm with as uneasy feeling. Not knowing what is causing this feeling makes him restless and edgy. Several hours past sunrise finds the warrior kneeling in a corner of the training field meditating. He is trying to both calm this feeling and discover the reason for it, but even after the hours have past he is no closer to knowing the cause or calming it. His eyes are closed and he appears to be unaware of his surrounding as he has not reacted at all to any others using the field. He is dressed in his standard all black simple loose fitting clothing. A light breeze ruffles his dark hair below the black clothe head band worn to keep hair out of his face. His sword as always is at his side but it is a wooden practice sword that is upright in front of him with both hands on the pommel. His head is bowed as if in prayer.<br/><br/>Over the last couple of years it has become Ianto’s practice to spar with the other members of the camp. Most know that if he is on the field with a practice blade he will accept all challengers, but this day though a few have approached him for the practice he has not responded to even those requests. Due to his dedication to his arts and being born a slayer he rarely looses these friendly matches and many of the younger ones see beating him as something to strive for and will use any advantage they have try and defeat him. A group of four see is apparent lack of awareness as a chance to surprise him and possibly claim a victory over him. They take up positions matching the four points of a compass with him in the center. Moving as silently as they can all four draw their wooden blades and prepare to attack the unarmored Sokundi Knight.<br/><br/>Although by all appearances the four launch their attacks simultaneously there are subtle differences in their speed. At the last possible instant before blows from four wooden practice swords can strike the knight he suddenly moves. His own weapon flashes up to deflect one blade away and he dodges the remaining three by rolling on his shoulder at an angle between two of his attackers. It is not until his has rolled all the way to his feet facing the four do his eyes finally open. A slight smirk crosses his face as he looks at his four attackers as the sword only briefly is held in defensive manner as he goes on the attack. He takes two running steps forward before leaping into the air and rolling over the four of them. His sword is already in motion as he turns to remain facing them. In the same instant that his feet touch the ground his sword is landing a blow to the leg of what had been the furthest attacker from him. He instantly pivots and spins throwing one foot into the air the heel of which catches another of the four across the jaw sending him sprawling to the ground away from Ianto. As the knight lands from the kick he again deflects an incoming blade with his own and steps in under another. He strikes the chin of the dodged attacker with the heel of his palm driving the warrior’s head back and lifting him off the ground to crash down on his back. The younger man with the now slightly numb leg is suddenly the recipient of a black clad foot to the side of his face. When another sword attack comes in this time Ianto expertly ensnares the weapon with his own and flips it out of the woman’s hands sending it sailing across the field.