Timestamp: 74th Of Winter
It was another icy cold day of winter for those that lived in Rivefall. There was a numbing chill in the air and snow caked the roofs as well as the ground all around the city. Still life went on as normal for the people that lived there. The Akalak were no strangers to harsh weather and continued on with their daily plans as if it were still summer. With no work to be done in the shipyard, and his patrol with the Kuvay'Nas finished for the week, Recoomas decided to spent his time at the Kendoka Sasaran.
The violet, jewel toned behemoth moved about the mat, wooden two-bladed sword in hand. It was still early in the day and oddly enough the mats weren't all taken up as they usually were. The dojo was still somewhat busy, having all but two mats in use from combatants, but it left the Akalak without anyone to spar with. So he paced back and forth across the empty mat, his eyes, pale hues of sapphire stalked the others in the dojo as he studied their forms and fighting styles.
"Which should I choose...which opponent would offer me the biggest challenge?"
Mizra Aqdas suddenly appeared and stepped onto the mat to greet Recoomas. He nodded towards his fellow Akalak and took a glance at the weapon that he carried. "Giving this one another try I see. Good, if you want to learn a weapon it's best to practice with it often and know the blade as well as you know your own limbs."
Recoomas uttered a low chuckle, Mizra was always stepping to part his wisdom to any who trained in his dojo, and while Riaris had gotten irritated with the man, Recoomas just wanted a fight. He turned to face the master swordsmen, and spun the two-bladed sword around in his hands so that the blade was leveled horizontally across his bulky thighs.
"I have learned a fondness for this weapon, soon I will purchase one of my own, crafted from the finest material in Riverfall. But for now, I'm here for a fight." His lips curved into a smirk and he turned the blade outward so that one of the long swords pointed in Mizra's direction and the other swept back and across his forearm. "Are you going to give me that challenge, or am I to pick from the winners of these matches?"
It was another icy cold day of winter for those that lived in Rivefall. There was a numbing chill in the air and snow caked the roofs as well as the ground all around the city. Still life went on as normal for the people that lived there. The Akalak were no strangers to harsh weather and continued on with their daily plans as if it were still summer. With no work to be done in the shipyard, and his patrol with the Kuvay'Nas finished for the week, Recoomas decided to spent his time at the Kendoka Sasaran.
The violet, jewel toned behemoth moved about the mat, wooden two-bladed sword in hand. It was still early in the day and oddly enough the mats weren't all taken up as they usually were. The dojo was still somewhat busy, having all but two mats in use from combatants, but it left the Akalak without anyone to spar with. So he paced back and forth across the empty mat, his eyes, pale hues of sapphire stalked the others in the dojo as he studied their forms and fighting styles.
"Which should I choose...which opponent would offer me the biggest challenge?"
Mizra Aqdas suddenly appeared and stepped onto the mat to greet Recoomas. He nodded towards his fellow Akalak and took a glance at the weapon that he carried. "Giving this one another try I see. Good, if you want to learn a weapon it's best to practice with it often and know the blade as well as you know your own limbs."
Recoomas uttered a low chuckle, Mizra was always stepping to part his wisdom to any who trained in his dojo, and while Riaris had gotten irritated with the man, Recoomas just wanted a fight. He turned to face the master swordsmen, and spun the two-bladed sword around in his hands so that the blade was leveled horizontally across his bulky thighs.
"I have learned a fondness for this weapon, soon I will purchase one of my own, crafted from the finest material in Riverfall. But for now, I'm here for a fight." His lips curved into a smirk and he turned the blade outward so that one of the long swords pointed in Mizra's direction and the other swept back and across his forearm. "Are you going to give me that challenge, or am I to pick from the winners of these matches?"