12 Spring 461 It was always a good day to work out. Or at least, that was how Rykanis felt. Well, his other side. But he had convinced himself that working today and letting them train, would come back to benefit them later in a real fight. Usually when he was training, his recessive side would be in charge. But when fighting in such a place as this, it was rarely boring or repetitive, so his main side would be. Walking into the training facility, he pushed open the swinging doors, and as usual heard the sound of people fighting with wooden weapons. They did not usually use real ones, as that was to dangerous, and this was just to get better. Though it always seemed no matter how early he got up, there were always people there. As he walked in further, he heard the clang of metal on metal, as at least one pair were fighting using real blades. But it seemed everyone else was simply using wooden ones. So he went to a rack, and grabbed up a sole wooden lakan that had been put there, and entered into the fight. Soon enough, he was met by another akalak, one only a few years younger than himself, also using a lakan. They faced off, and leaped into combat. Neither one of them was all that skilled, usually they just met there "blades", and tried to maneuver so as to get the upper-hand... They smashed there weapons together, blocking and swinging, trying to touch the weapon to skin, and both of them landed several hits. After fighting for a while though, his partner had to go, he had an apprenticeship that started early. This left Rykanis looking around for another partner... Most of the men here sported wooden Lakans like himself... Though he had his fathers lakan sheathed at his waist... But he rarely used it, usually just keeping it as a reminder. But he would happily fight whomever wanted to face him, regardless of weapon. |