Fall 32, 512 AV Once again, Talya appeared in the clearing that she and Martin's image had chosen a few days before. Today, the sky was clear, devoid of clouds, although the sun hung in the western sky. The leaves on the trees rustled in a light wind. Others, dead and brown, rolled across the ground; strumming the grass. The air felt crisp and cool; you could tell that it belonged to the autumnal season, and yet, it seemed heavier than Tal remembered. Heavier than it should, and she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it would rain soon, or something. Today too, unlike yesterday, Talya had arrived in the clearing second. She found Martin's image sitting with his back against an old oak, tossing his dagger lazily back and forth from hand to hand. Her eyes followed its path for a few moments as she moved inward from his side, before her eyes rose to meet his own. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting long," she commented, although she wasn't sure this was entirely true. Martin's image shook his head. "Not long at all," he paused. "Shall we begin?" Talya nodded as her hand hovered the hilt of her concealed blade, and then slipped past the cotton folds, the long slit that ran up the side of her dress. Her fingers pressed lightly against skin, against something cold, wire. The edges inched farther, she was still searching. But this lasted but a moment, a breath, before her fingers had wrapped around the blade in its entirety. She clenched tightly on the hilt, etching thin lines from its make into her palm as she extracted it, bringing the blade into the open, before forcing it down by her side. Today, as reluctantly agreed, she did it his way. Today, she fought with the point of her weapon directed outward, away from her, and toward her opponent. With a wary smile, she slipped into a slightly modified starting position. She let her right foot slide forward, until it was about eighteen inches ahead of the left. The left twisted to the left side of her body so they formed a ninety degree angle. Her body rotated at the waist, so she presented only her side as the target. Her left hand remained at her side, and her right hand hovered just below her shoulder, to the side of her body. The arm cocked and ready to move into an attack. "Ready when you are," she called, when she had settled most of her weight onto her left foot. "Good," the image replied, although he disappeared as he came forward, as a yukman had appeared. It looked roughly human, with a lot of soil and bits of grass sticking out of its cracked skin. It ran for her, and swept its arm, across to Talya's shoulder. A strike that she blocked easily enough by lifting her blade, and knocking the yukman's uselessly aside, before moving forward, into a lunge, extending her right hand into the opening to stab at her opponent. This, he easily deflected by moving a pace back, and batting her weapon aside as she pulled her body back into its previous, starting position. |