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Fain was in the training room. It was the middle of the night. He couldn’t sleep, so he got to work.
His rapier’s blade was naked in the dim glow, it’s point and edges magically dulled, before him a trio of training golems shambled about waiting for his next move. Fain wore no armor, his chest was bare and slick with sweat, he wore trousers and boots, his sheath was on the ground with his shirt, and a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.
Sol’aufain Ulthrel was only at peace when he was fighting, his hand lifted and his fingertips glowed amethyst as he turned his hand clockwise. Simultaneously the movements of the golems became more erratic, almost like they were seizing or starting to malfunction. The one of the left shot in faster than most could follow, the training blade it carried arched in from the same side. At the same time the one on the right came in low, stabbing up. Finally the golem in the center attacked dead on.
Fain’s movements were graceful like a dancer or an acrobat in motion. The melody of the fight was taking hold and he followed the tune with perfect tempo. In the blink of an eye his blade darted out, redirecting the attack from the left into the stab coming up from the right while lifting his hand and blasting the center most golem with an arctic blast that knocked it back, it’s chest covered in a sheet of ice.
Fain exhaled, his breath pluming in the air, as he examined his handy work.
Vyx'aria (Sreeya)
His rapier’s blade was naked in the dim glow, it’s point and edges magically dulled, before him a trio of training golems shambled about waiting for his next move. Fain wore no armor, his chest was bare and slick with sweat, he wore trousers and boots, his sheath was on the ground with his shirt, and a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.
Sol’aufain Ulthrel was only at peace when he was fighting, his hand lifted and his fingertips glowed amethyst as he turned his hand clockwise. Simultaneously the movements of the golems became more erratic, almost like they were seizing or starting to malfunction. The one of the left shot in faster than most could follow, the training blade it carried arched in from the same side. At the same time the one on the right came in low, stabbing up. Finally the golem in the center attacked dead on.
Fain’s movements were graceful like a dancer or an acrobat in motion. The melody of the fight was taking hold and he followed the tune with perfect tempo. In the blink of an eye his blade darted out, redirecting the attack from the left into the stab coming up from the right while lifting his hand and blasting the center most golem with an arctic blast that knocked it back, it’s chest covered in a sheet of ice.
Fain exhaled, his breath pluming in the air, as he examined his handy work.
Vyx'aria (Sreeya)