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The dhani form. Perhaps the single most powerful ability among any sentient race. Capable of twice the strength of a human, poisonous enough to kill with a single bite, three times the size of a human, able to clearly at night, and to top it all off I have a club at the tip of my tail. Is there anything in the world that can rival my dhani form? Apperently yes, and it comes in the form of little white ice crystals.
Svan was in a foul mood. He had hoped that he might get lucky and that Ionus would decide to make it warm for the day, but when Svan had woken up in the morning it was lightly snowing. Luckily it had warmed enough to stop snowing now, but Svan still bore the look of a man walking to the guillotine as he dragged himself outside the city. Approaching the duel site, Svan cursed silently at the cold and held a plate close to his face. Atop the plate was a bit of burning oil that Svan was using as a desperate attempt to keep up his body heat. He moved the oil to his joint, hoping that if he could keep them warm his body might not lock up as quickly. Slowly Svan made his way to the clearing where he was met with a sight he would rather forget. Sitting there waiting for him was a naked Samantha. Svan wasn't normaly bothered by nudity, but he found the idea of fighting a woman who was this...exposed rather tedious. He let out a growl of disgust, and turned his gaze to his surroundings.
It wasn't perfect but it would have to do. Svan had spent the better part of the previous day preparing their sparring field. He had used his sword breaker to rake all the crunchy dry leaves into a corner of the clearing where they no longer hid the roots and fallen branches that littered the ground. Svan had also taken time to cut some of the small roots that would have likely broken the ankles of the two of them should they accidentily get their feet caught. There were a few larger roots towards the edges of the clearing that Svan had no hope of cutting so he did his best to make careful note of their locations as he doubted that he would have a chance to do so later. The most prominent feature of the clearing was a pile of large rocks that formed a small cliff roughly 2 meters high. While the rocks could serve as an advantageous position, it was unfortunately far closer to the tigress than Svan, and he was not looking forward to the idea of having to sprint past her to gain the high ground.
Breathing deeply to steel himself Svan walked towards the center of the clearing, feet squelching on the wet leaves that he had been unable to rake away. He came to a stop roughly fifteen paces from Samantha, and blew out the oil. Setting the plate to the ground Svan took out several other bottles of the oil and laid them aside the plate. Finally Svan unfastend his scabbard and shoved the tip into the earth so that it stood straight. Now a bit lighter Svan went over the what he still had left for this fight.
As usual he wore a significant amount of clothing. On the outside Svan wore his old torn clothing, but a layer beneath he wore cheap expendable clothing as a means to keep him warm. On his back Svan wore his newly dubbed 'battle' pack. It was honestly just a simple thin backpack that he wore under his cloak. However the part that Svan like about it was that the side pouches were angled so that Svan could reach into them without having to remove the backpack. In the left pouch Svan stored a bar of soap, a flint and steel, a few coins, and a tiny bead he had been playing with earlier. In the right pouch was a large water skins filled with ice water, and held by a pair a straps under the backpack was a roll of canvas with a vine fishing net rolled in it. It had taken quite some time to find that last item in the bizarre and he was unsure of its quality, but technicly Svan was only allowed to use the 'enviorment' so it would have to do. Above all of this was a thick black cloak gave off a strange foriegn smell as it beat in wind.
Svan made a small nod as he mentaly checked over his plans for the fight, and turned his attention back to Samantha. "No weapons, just as you asked" Svan had an unkind expression on his face. His scowl slowly began to turn into a devious smile and he spoke again, "You know its funny, I bought you a gift yesterday and had planned to deliver it to you when I realized I don't even know your name. Oh well, I guess I'll just give it to you now" Svan's hand went into his bag and produced the bar of soap. He threw it at her feet and gave her a smile that might seem sincere if it wasn't so obvious he was trying to be rude. "You know, for those infectious claws of yours."
To hide his dhani nature from anyone, Svan has taken measures to hide his lisp. As such, he will not have any extra "ssss" on his words unless indicated otherwise.
