by Soren Thundersong on March 29th, 2011, 6:56 pm
Soren and the others were led down a staircase and into a room of equal size to the tea house itself. This one, however, was clear of tables and such. Several people, both men and woman were practicing with wooden swords in different areas of the room. The crack of wood on wood was harsh, but the occasianal thud on skin and bone was almost an unbearable sound. Soren was suprised to see how fluid and quickly the movements with the dao were delivered. This was a style he could grow to enjoy.
Dropping his pack against the wall, he dropped his cloak on top of it. Mika sat beside it, Eying Javi and Emizal warily. Soren saw his opponent grab a practice sword from a nearby rack. "Eager, are we?" He grinned and walked to the rack. Picking up the wooden dao, he was quite surprised to find the sword was lighter than most he had handled. The actual metal ones would be heavier though. It had a good balance though, and Soren thought the lightness might actually help him, seeing as he was used to much smaller daggers.
He took his place across from Emizal, feet planted in a strong stance. "So, you ready?" Not waiting for an answer he lunged foward, a thrust at her stomach. He hoped his speedy start would throw her off, or atleast gain him the first blow.