25 Summer 512 As Rykanis pushed open the swinging doors of the Kendoka, he was met by a all to familiar sound. The thudding sound of wood on wood, occasionally on flesh as a blow struck. The smell of sweat on the air, thick, showing all of the fighters hard at work. And even... Yes, the ringing of blade on blade, as someone was fighting with metal weapons! They were either very skilled, or stupid. He walked further in, to see that it was Mizra... Fighting with lakans, against another man. Ah, it was a training battle then. Otherwise, Mizra would tear this man apart, within a second... But with his skill he had little fear of being hit, and could help the Akalak to perfect his form and attacks. Of course, he could tell it was Mizra, for several reasons. The most obvious, was his height. Even amongst Akalaks, he was big. But more importantly, he bore the same gnosis as he did. A mark from their goddess Akajia. He could sense it upon him, like a loose connection, similar yet different to how he could sense were his lakan was. Through their common mark, they were interconnected, and aware of each other. Rykanis however, had no plan of using real weapons. He would stick to the false wooden ones. They were much safer in training, at his level. Though perhaps one day, he dreamed, he would be skilled enough to even face Mizra at his own level, with real weapons, out come out standing. Walking over to the weapons racks, he took out a wooden lakan, and checked around for an opponent. Most people seemed to be in a fight already. But perhaps there was someone to face around. |