Myria of Blades
Quatro Cerberus
Looking for a fight~
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Post by Myria of Blades on Jul 30, 2013 16:39:43 GMT -5
"Mou..."
She'd even gone to the training facilities of their guild which were open to the public, and still... well, it would be a lie to say the place was completely desolate; there were a few people fiddling with the equipment here and there, and even some practicing kata or whatnot, but otherwise the place was... rather lacking in life, or something? She wasn't sure what exactly to call it. She did a little tantrum with her hands and feet, though it seemed it was largely unnoticed. Melancholy didn't suit her very well. She wanted to fight, she wanted to talk... but there did not seem to be someone she could do that with, at least at first glance.
She fumbled with a few of the practice swords... wooden, angular in design, as opposed to the ones which were more cylindrical, but nonetheless still blunt... she got five, as per the usual (four was what she can handle, the fifth was for trying to overcome her limits); the custodian was not as surprised as he had been the first time. While she might still be a novice, both in terms of strength and in membership to the guild, she'd trained enough times here for the regulars to know just what she dabbled in, even if they might not understand it fully. (There was one time when someone asked if she was from a circus or something; she tried to stab them in the face. With the blunt training sword, of course, so there was not much harm. Mostly.)
There was the nearby Colosseum... besides the fact that the small, practical fraction of her brain said she would probably die if she entered there, it was not like it would be any fun if she didn't get to fight, and it wouldn't be any fun if she was slapped immediately with the game over known as Death. She didn't really understand why people lined up to watch the fight, when they could fight themselves. It would be a ton of fun with that much people... but people didn't really subscribe very often to her idea of fine. Her seniors in the guild were probably there, perhaps as a spectator or as a contestant... that was why she did not have anyone to humor her... agh, she felt so alone.
She propped up the spare four swords on a nearby bench, taking only one in her hand. She might as well do something, now that she was here, even if she did not have a living, breathing opponent to hammer. Maybe she could use a training dummy? Nah, those suck out more of the fun. She'd just imagine an opponent. A strong one. Well, maybe not too strong; while she liked to fight, she herself would admit she was still mostly inexperienced--- though, of course, she aimed to be the strongest, like her master which she had yet to pin down to a location... ah, but reverie did not suit her either. Imagination it is. An opponent like a whetting stone, to sharpen her edges...
"Let's dance." she intoned, in what she thought was a whisper but was much louder.
She snatched a second sword from her stash at the same time that she flung the one that she had taken... and that was promptly thrown too for a third one. A step forward, snatch the first one, a hit to the head, return the weapon to the hands of the air; (it was awesome how these practice blades were enchanted to be as heavy as the real thing---) A step backward, grab the second, a slice to the opponent's arm; weave to the right, grab the third, strike at the torso with two instead of one--- one could say she was going through her movements, but they were largely unplanned. It was mostly impromptu. More than a regimen, it was... as she had said, a dance. It continued this way and that for a while.
She ended with a diagonal slash, as she replaced, one by one, her airborne swords back to her makeshift rack. She sighed. She wasn't good at this imagining thing, too, maybe... her air enemy was a complete pushover. Little more than that training dummy... maybe she should get it just to have something solid to pound.
"Mouuuuuu... isn't there anyone who could spar with me?!" she exclaimed, drawing a few surprised looks at her pronouncement. She carelessly threw her last sword at the bench, collapsing the other four. "Oops."
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