23 Summer 497 Wood on wood. Flesh on wood, resounding with a muffled cries of pain. These were the sounds that greeted Rykanis, as he entered the Sasaran on that day. He never really knew what to expect. He himself had been visiting the place for decades, and still had not seen it all. Still was at times surprised. Heading over to the weapon rack, after nodding to the grand master, he chose out a wooden practice lakan to fight with. It was usually his weapon of choice. After that, he simply walked around a bit, looking for a foe. He himself was a full sized Akalak, well past his age of maturity. And he saw similarly aged people, even some older than he, inside. He also saw many youths, young Akalaks not full grown yet, moving around, fighting and learning. He held little preference for either. He would fight whomever chose to combat him. Holding his lakan at the ready, he gazed around, waiting for someone to near him, to initiate a spar. |