<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/9titmh.jpg) (http://i40.tinypic.com/wk5isi.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Eneno Dene </strong>-<strong>Cristop Amelton</strong><br/>The Jukundi courtyards<br/>Day one (Sc-Gi)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ianto Dresden<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Eneno had been alone on the northern courtyard as Ianto dispatched four of the clan's scholars. She shifted from stance to stance, as if turning the pages of a gigantic book. A lazy hold, she was arched backwards and off balance, her shoulders lined up with the wooden sword that she held, dragging it across the dirt. A firm hold, she slid forward and held the weapon toward the sky with both hands squared up in front of her, knees even, bent and sharing body weight. A classic stance. The blade moved to her hip and she cradled it there near her back foot, her front foot was bent, supporting most of her weight. She kept switching, incorporating nearly ten different holds. Her attention drifted as the spar took place.<br/><br/>Markis and Masiat had likely come up with the strategy. As their wooden weapons started to clash, Eneno dropped out of her stances and stood with every joint straightened out, like a flag pole. Her sword was used as a cane with the blade in the dirt. Her left shoulder and both of her breasts were covered by a yellow sash, it wrapped around her ribs tightly, and synched itself on her left shoulder blade. A low hanging waist line cinched her hipbones, and the muscles in her abdomen, and lower back. This belt held onto a thin pair of sheets that washed over her legs. The fabric was also yellow, and opaque in the sunlight. Eneno's sandals were tied around her entire calf, eventually hiding under the length of her pants. A heavy coat covered her from the neck to the knees, and most of her clothes were hidden underneath it.<br/><br/>She watched Gentry's leg go numb, and she watch Masiat catch multiple strikes to his chin. Markis had been bruised as well. It seemed like Ianto had the decency not to directly strike a girl. the 18 year old Feralin had been disarmed, standing in front of her opponent like a wild hare suddenly stuck in a cage. 'That was fast.' She thought. 'Three depti and a Joriad, they were doomed in close combat against that Sokudi. Ianto was too agile, too fast. slow fighters don't realize how quickly a speedy blade can think.' Eneno was alone in the northern courtyard, and now Feralin and Ianto were the only two standing to the south.<br/><br/>Eneno looked cocky, she hadn't tried to be, it was how an Alunka stood. It was in their training to act like rock. 'Hold still,' Eneno was thinking it, even now. 'If your opponent really wants to fight, they will charge you. Feel sorry for them if they do.' Most demon's fought with a grueling intensity, The Alunka style was made to resist that. In turn, it was rather effective against The Sukodi method, for it had been designed to imitate that same demon 'rush'. Eneno knew that she was outmatched by Ianto. He was a slayer, he had survived some of the most gruesome things that Ms. Dene had ever known to exist. But there was an odd feeling in her stomach that morning, and it had been there since she first awoke. It felt like her innards were made of thick marble. She wasn't hungry, or dis-eased. Nothing was the matter. During her morning meditation, she had been able to watch over ten thousand sunrises in a single hour.<br/><br/>A distant rumble crept into the camp. It was thunder, crackling in the air around them. Eneno looked up with a hint of confusion on her brow. The clouds were gentle, and no darker than an old man's grey beard. There was no wind, and the rain fell lightly, still resembling more of a mist. 'That thunder had come from no where.'<br/><br/>As Markis, Masiat, and Gentry got to their feet, it was obvious that they heard this sound too, in fact, the entire western side of the camp begin to buzz. The thunder grew louder, and a snap of attention came from a flash of light to the east: It was Cristop. His cabin faced the sunrise, away from the courtyards. But something had drawn him to the back of his home. He stood still on a slight hill. A thin tree-line separated the cabins from the courtyard, he was on the western side of it, obviously witness to Ianto's victory, and the lone Alunka to the north. His infused body continued to spark and flash. He looked to be sending some kind of message. His thunder focused loudly on the ears of Ianto and Eneno. He had no word or code to send them, only a feeling; one of shaking and action. He wanted them to fight.<br/><br/>Eneno's marble guts stayed still. Her coat flung itself to the side, as it floated away over stagnant air, Eneno loosened her stance and tried to look into Ianto's eyes with a challenge. They were nearly 50 yards apart, his face was hard to see. She swayed as she prepped herself for Ianto. She looked like a freshly lit camp-fire.<br/><br/>She put her weapon in front of her and tapped it against a flat rock loudly. To initiate the challenge audibly, she called his name, "Ianto! come, see if you can hit me!." It was difficult to tell what Cristop was doing, or why he was watching. But, as Eneno announced her challenge another distant crash of thunder clearly rang through the two courtyards.