[Training] Maestro of the Arts

by **Sevris** on August 15th, 2012, 9:16 am

24th Day of Summer 512 A.V

Sevris glared at the impressive sight of the Aabsdu. He stared at the weird for of clothing his new opponent chose to wear. Wearing pure white robbing, with a chainmail shirt over it, he looked as if he were just going on a stroll in the park.

However, Sevris knew Aabsdu, he was an intelligent fighter; even in the midst of combat, the Soldier was quick thinker and a very good at getting out of the hardest situations without a sweat.

Unfortunately, the Sevris knew no way to beat Aabsdu but using his wits and tenacity, but he would find a way once they began. The undefeated Apprentice unsheathed his Double-bladed sword from his back, the Ebonstryfe insignia waiting to be ebbed on as soon as he could.

“It’s time to finally see what you can do Sevris,” said Aabsdu, as he held his vicious sword in his right hand.

Sevris did not reply as he stood vigilant in the face of another adversary. He would prove to them that his strength would soon become something of great interest.

Sevris raised the blade up over his head, the old rusty feel of the pommel on the sword made it feel slightly weird for a grip. He circled the Ebonstryfe Apprentice, closing in just a little bit as in not to be caught off guard with a quick flurry of attacks. The two humans eyed each other, studying each other.

Suddenly Sevris dived to his left side as Aabsdu slashed downward. Aabsdu trying to gain ground after the attack pushed forward to link on to his combo. But Sevri’s interrupted the attack with a quick back-kick that caught him in the chest, then he retreated back.

Ninsun stood there, crouched, waiting for a chance to advance. It never came. Aabsdu was not planning to stand there all day, he charged at him, hoping that the man would make a mistake that could cost him his life. Gladly he didn’t. Reacting faster than what Aabsdu expected; he rolled forward and stopped a foot away from Aabsdu. It took him by surprise, thinking that his opponent would not be foolish enough to confront him in close range.

Sevris swung his Double blade upward, catching Aabsdu’s sword in his outstretched hands. The blade flew out of the Apprentice’s hands, and it hit a shelf holding some weapons on the walls, making a “CLANG” sound as it hit the ground. Aabsdu looked at the sword, and then his eyes sped back at Sevris. Who had a large smirk on his face, saying, “You lost this one Aabsdu. Another time you can try your luck again.”

Sevris stepped back and held his blade up, and sheathed it. He walked over to where the group of people were watching, signaling that this bout was over and the win was his. Today he would have to keep his undefeated reign again.

by **Sevris** on August 18th, 2012, 8:48 am

Sevris sighed softly as he slowly brought his head up to meet Vasily’s glowing glare. The human started to study the exterior of his opponent. A towering Akalak Ebonstryfe Soldier, standing in Brigandine armor. Word of him going on a winning streak had reached the Soldier caste’s ears. Nothing much goes on thise during break times, so fighting is the topic of interest.

They heard about it, and one of the Soldiers challenged him to a bout. It was obvious he had seen his share of fights, Sevris also noted quickly not to flinch at the scared sight of his face. Sevris bruhed his hands against his head, trying to push his black ponytail to the back, deciding to borrow some studded leather for armor. At that moment, Vasily’s sword came to life. Sevris followed in suit, twirling the double-bladed sword and went into a low form. Both stood there, without moving.

A gush of wind blew across them, and the tall lonesome obelisk’s, dirt mixing with the wind making them squint to see. Sevris choose to attack then. Giving a fierce war cry he leaped at the Soldier, his sword swinging wildly. Sevris had chosen the low form because it majored on one-on-one dueling.

Not wasting time on othis forms, the Apprentice had practiced the low form greatly, and was extremely skilled with it. But as Sevris parried and attacked, he noticed that Vasily did not change into any of the sword forms. Whats this, thought Sevris as he parried a downward slash.

“You have not practiced any of the sword forms Sir Vasily, have you?” Sevris asked.

Sir Vasily only scowled as he sent a low kick towards the Apprentice’s left leg. But the he was only a tad bit quicker than what the Akalak realized. Sevris jumped, dodging into the air and tried to send a heavy right kick into Vasily’s chest. Vasily reacted well, blocking the kick with his arm, but did not hesitate. Sevris had been momentarily unguarded after his feat, and the scarred Soldier was taking full advantage of it. Even though Sevris had seen the attack coming he still could not fully escape viscous deadly swing.

Sevris’s studded armor’s chest was slahed horizontally by the sword. He felt the impact of the blade draw blood on his skin. Vasily made no facial reaction to the hit as he retreated back a couple of steps slowly. “My sword forms may be a little, undiscovered, but that doesn’t count me as without tenacity. On the contrary, it is quite the opposite.

“Whatever,” Sevris retaliated as he returned back into his low stance. But there had been truth to Vasily’s words, and Sevris would have to just work with it.

Clutching his chest, he held his sword, and backed away, eyeing the still form standing right in front of him. How weak he must be! A simple side wound, from what he could see it barely bled! He spat towards Vasily’s direction as a little bit of his blood began to show. The pain was not intense but the Apprentice was pretty sure the blade had missed vital organs or anything important for that matter, it was a scratch. A warning scratch, well least he hoped so. The battle was nowhere near finished.

The Lazarin hopeful had lain dormant long enough, it was time to finish him. Walking forward cautiously, Sevris stopped as he suddenly charged toward the Akalak. Raising the sword high, he aimed for his throat in order to cut off his head. The blade swung down cutting the air, thirsty for his blood. But his blade swooped up to meet it, Sevris wasn’t ready to give up. Sevris mustering his strength for a stronger attack, he came down for a downward slash, which Vasily also blocked.

But the force of the blow sent the Akalak stumbling back suprisingly, a groan escaping his lips. Galaphile eased to his feet quickly, frowning.

“As if I would be defeated so easily!” he scoffed.

He raised his unique blade again, wincing at the pain in his side. Charging forward, he released a war cry. Their swords met, sparks cascading over the edge of the fighting circle. He pushed his opponent backwards until his back leaned on the wall. The Apprentice looked him straight in the eyes and roared, its echoes reverberating throughout the interior. Then quite clearly he heard the man say, “I was going to let you win anyways…Lazarin.” Saying it only loud enough for the two of them locked in battle.

This remark angered Sevris, and he forcedly throw Vasily’s guard down with a shove, and sent a well placed roundhouse kick to his temple. He hit the floor, and had a blade to his throat before he could even recover. “Say that again bitch. Next time you die.” With that, a round against the Soldier had solidified him as a respectful fighter within the lower ranking fighters. Or was it because he was a Lazarin. Either way his skills were not secondhand.

by **Sevris** on August 25th, 2012, 7:11 am

Sevris looked at the beautiful figure standing before him, his new challenger. The female human choosing to wear the traditional light leather armor. What surprised him the most was her dazzling eyes. They never showed one color, constantly changing colors. It was a beautiful and a terrible sight; it sent shivers down the dark skinned humans back.

The Lazarin chose to wear the damaged studded armor he wore earlier that day, with a long black sash that went down the front and the back. It seemed irrelevant to Sevris on what they were wearing, as long as he got to fight. He unfolded his arms as his opponent unsheathed their weapon.

On Devani’s face, a smirk crept up her face as she held the Shyarn in front of her. The undefeated Apprentice returned the smirk by unsheathing his complicated Double-Bladed sword from its carefully made black sheath. He brought the blade up over his head, the ancient rush flashed in his eyes. Now Sevris was going to fight someone his own level. They both began to circle each other, trying not to lose their footing by the edge of the raised platform, which if they fell from the person would lose the bout and would be beaten. There was a lot more at stake than the usual fight.

Amazing what the mind can create, he silently thought to himself.

Suddenly Devani charged him swinging the heavy Shyarn gracefully at him. She was clearly slower and weaker than he was but she was just as dangerous. Their blades met in a shower of sparks. They swung, parried, attacked, and counter-attacked, at each other trying to break each other’s defenses. However, it seemed as if Devani was neither quick enough nor strong enough to match Sevris, but she had been training herself in other ways that the male human had not practiced often.

As the newly instated Hunter parried the other Hunters attack to the left, he brought his blade up to finish her off, but miraculously Devani retaliated with a spinning back kick to his chest, sending him flying backwards a couple feet back Sevris grunted in anger as the pain swelled up in his chest. He was a little bit tired from the onslaught from the female Jedi Hunter.

“Ah, your not tired are you Sevris,” Devani gloated at the angered Apprentice. “We were just getting started.”

He heard Devani laugh in amusement, his anger now seething through his body. He flipped off the ground and he charged the female Apprentice with surprising speed that caught the girl off guard.

Devani tried to attack with her Shyarn but Sevris caught her off guard and was too quick for her, with his blades at his side he brought it up at girl’s hand, knocking the Shyarn out of her hands. The blade flew from her hands, straight into the edge of the platform. With the distraction of the loss of her weapon, she could not counter the strong kick to her abdomen. She clutched her stomach in pain, but she put it out of her mind as she brought her hands up to stop the male human from destroying her. She caught his hands in mid stride and returned the strong kick to Sevris. Which sent him reeling backwards. And giving Devani enough chance to get her weapon.

by **Sevris** on August 25th, 2012, 7:46 am

Devani snarled, her face contorting into a menacing grimace. She flipped the Shyarn about in her hand, eying Sevris and debating what she should do next. As she watched he began to grow restless, eyes creasing in impatience, as he shifted from foot to foot. His Double-blade was held up and he looked ready for anything. How would she surprise him? A cocky grin spread quickly across her features as she decided on a plan of action.

Devani brought her sword up to the level of her eyes, the tip pointing straight towards her tense opponent. Rushing forward she swung the Shyarn out towards his head a battle cry resounding from her lips. Sevris’s blade barely connected with Devani’s in time, sparks cascading as she pushed forward, their faces inches apart. A bead of sweat trailed down the her dark face as he pushed back her attack.

The woman twisted around, swinging her blade low, the edge slicing through the man’s leather armor on his leg, droplets of blood splattering across her armor and one landing on her lips. Sevris scowled, it wasn’t serious but it did burn, the injury taking form on his right leg. Licking the blood, she smiled, bloodlust filling her features. Again their blades met, kissing metal to metal, as the opponents moved forward and backward as the ebb of the battle continued on the long walkway.

The young woman smiled as Devani drew back in an impressive defense stance. Smart, when it came down to planning, that; was what Sevris liked about her, to bad she had to fall. With his wound steadily being an annoyance, he thought of a way to retaliate to her assault.

It seemed as if those last few moves had fatigued her just a little bit. Nothing serious, but something Sevris could work on, as the battle continued. In the midst of his thinking, Devani charged at him, hoping to catch him off guard.

Nevertheless, the Undefeated Appretnice smiled again as, her feet left the ground, he taunted her, “Come on sweet thang. Show us those melons are just for show.” No word came from her, but she was angered beyond control, she caught the male Apprentice off guard with a quick slashing dive. He parried it aside, but it had left his midsection wide open for an attack, which the female saw and used it to her advantage.

Unfortunately, she had not been quick enough with her reverse slash back attack; Sevris blocked it easily with his Double-blade, using her thrust to pivot to her right side where he would try subduing her there. However, Devani had something else in mind. As Sevris moved with the power of her thrust, she held her left free hand to her back, something invisible hit Sevris full.

Causing him to curse aloud for the second time, he had been caught off guard, and then he fell to the floor with a “THUD”. Before he could get back up to take his revenge, the beautiful Apprentice was on him in an instant. She swung her Shyarn down for an almost certain kill. However, Sevris rolled out of the way. This was met with some cheers as a crowd started to form around them. A good fight was hard to come by in the Training Room.

She completely left her guard down with such a wide open attack, but Sevris was in no position to make a counterattack. They were both starting to tire now, but he was sure Devani was losing out more than he was, holding on to such a heavy blade. But Sevris’s blade was also somewhat heavy. It would have to last, he had one more clash with her before he completely disposed of her…if he could. There was a bell ringing, signaling the end of the bouts for the day. Sevris would battle Devani again the next bout.

by **Verilian** on September 24th, 2012, 3:40 pm

Sevris Lazarin

+3 Double Bladed Sword
+1 Unarmed Combat

You Question My Logic? :

Lores: n/a

Notes: So.. one thing I've noticed that is a bit confusing is your use of names. Sometimes you seem to change the names of people. In the first post you mention someone named Ninsun, but I don't know who that is supposed to be. In the second post you mention the name Galaphile.. but maybe that is supposed to be the akalak's second soul? Also, what is a Shyarn? Is that just the name of her sword, or an actual weapon I have never heard of? Also, I would like to see Sevris lose for a change. Undefeated is great, but you often learn more from defeat than victory.

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