12 Spring 496 Rykanis let out a grunt of pain, as he was hit in the calf by a sword. He lashed out in response with one of his lakan, and caught the mans blade before he could swing it in once more. Then before his foe could move out of range, he swung in his left lakan, and bashed him upside the head. His foe let out a grunt of pain, that matched his own from prior moments almost perfectly. Of course, they were not using real weapons. If they had been, they likely would either be dead or lying bleeding in a heap on the ground. They were simply using wooden weapons, while they practiced at the Sasaran. Neither were skilled enough, or fool enough, to use real metal ones, let alone sharp blades that could kill. They got enough injuries using the fake wooden ones. Rykanis nodded his head at his foe. "A good match, I look forward to our next crossing of blades. You won't catch me off guard again like you did this time." The other Akalak simply smiled, and headed off. He had to get to work, so had told Rykanis he could onyl spar for a short while. Which left Rykanis a bit sweaty, but not yet ready to be done. He had not gotten enough of a workout, to suit his tastes. So he was left looking for a new person to spar with, to challenge, with a wooden lakan in each hand. |