Closed Cutting down to size. ( Seng )

[Ximal]

25th of spring 513AV

The day was clam and the mood of the air light. Xi stepped out into the war fields the gargantuan maze that sprouted forth from the back of nyka. It's walls high and it's corridors narrow, but it was still the best place to train. At least that's what Xi assumed. After the events of the last few days Xi had begun to wonder about his own skill. His own power when duelling, fighting and trying to show his own merits. His fight with apos, had shown him that he still lacked the skill to see things from a distance to expect things that he wouldn't other wise. And against weapons he still was at a slight dis advantage but was that just apos ? After all he knew that post was incredibly fast even for a myrian. And Xi himself was extraordinarily quick for his size, but he'd built that up over a long time. Being as it was though sometimes training lost out in favour of circumstance... Such as the issue with gregor in the seventeenth. That event alone had shaken his entirety of being. He'd learnt that he was still mortal, he was still able to be killed at a moment's notice. Prior he'd had his skill available to defend him but against a monster like that he couldn't help but be worried. Xi closed his steel clad fist as he continued down the way oblivious as he thought before. Crash. Xi collided with something and took a step back...Wait Xi took a step back? Either this was really big or really well grounded. Xi took s deep breath before looking up from the ground, usually his eyes would have topped long before but no he kept on looking up looking sightly higher than usual he saw a different face...But he couldn't be sure if this was a human or something he hated the most. Akalaks...Xi started to emit his field of anger subconsciously, without knowing it he'd already created his layer of pure anger before him and that was a layer of pure intimidation

[Senghor Vilhjalmr]

Senghor, the son of the Vilhjalmr lineage seemed lost as he kept moving through the fields, he'd been walking around for sometime, hence his feet threaded in the wrong direction leading him astray once again. Each step he took seemed to make the necklace made for him by his mother sway under the cover of his shirt, grazing smoothly along his chest, sweat trickled down the side of his face as his body began to shed excess water he had, the day may had been calm yet his body had taken a vigorous stride to get where he was.

His bag was slung over his shoulder, housing all his essentials, nothing of great importance it'd seemed. As his blade crossed over the baggage, over his neck and grazing the strands of his hair slightly he could only imagine the reflective light that beamed off the slender body of the blade.

He held the spacious hilt of the sword in one hand to allow some comfortable restraint, it dug into his shoulders thick flesh and after some time laid to being uncomfortable yet he'd become accustomed to the slight strain, as he kept treading through the narrow walkways, walls high and looming, suffocating and mind writhing he began to follow his most prominent of human abilities, instinct and intuition.

Yet his instinctive intuition seemed to trail with a lingering sense of confidence which lead him on the right path, his eyes seemed to follow the crevice ahead and nothing would stop him. Ahead he could hear steps dance around echoing off the walls of the fields yet didn't know where they emitted from, he let a exasperated sigh leave his soft lips, tumble of his tongue longingly.

A sigh he knew all to well, as his father would sigh with the same tone whence he felt the need to train with his son, or find a noble opponent, Senghor never knew why the man was always so eager to quarrel, besides training him his father never showed acts for violence besides training, he began to question himself repeatedly and still the answer(s) never came, he even forgot where he walked and soon lost track of what he was doing, dwelling in the mind, racking the edges of the subconscious for answers that held no prior meaning.

As he walked he could feel a exterior force heading towards him, yet he shrugged it off, to him it was probably a wall or sharp corner. And as if two oceans met with a disgruntledly shifting tide, he hit into someone, his left foot slid along the ground and dust ascended at the heel of his footwear. His chocolate eyes fell to the person who'd collided with him and he frowned slightly, he watched the shorter figure, presumably male by the sturdy build, for a moment before speaking softly with controlled speech when let his eyes pry around,

"I believe you bumped into me" he said, lowly and letting the thick mature nature of his voice linger about momentarily before entering the smaller figures ears.

Senghor's eyes seemed to be laid in a shroud of deceit, both globes were somewhat shadowed as he brought down his head and stepped back to get a better view of his whoever caused the collision between them. At the back of his mind, he could hear the rage begin to set itself free from shackles that held it for so long.

'A Human?' he asked himself as he began to adjust the bag over his shoulder, the friction caused by his long walk had caused his skin to get warm, and sensitive. "Strange..." he murmured lowly under his breath as his palms slightly opened around the objects they held, his thumbs hooked over the items to keep them from falling, he felt his knuckles loosen as he wrapped his fingers over what he held again.

The air began to feel stale, suffocated by a swelling intensity between the newly met.

[Ximal]

Xi pulled down a slow breath feeling his fingers curl tighter within the steel that covered them. Why did it always have to be akalaks...Arrogant assholes...Xi closed his eye's slowly and kept his hood over his head. Xi slowly lifted his gaze as the "akalak" before him stated that he bumped into him. Xi's eyes deep black and blue hidden usually beneath shadow now as they lifted caught the light and shone out like cut sapphires, with the same hardness in their glare. Xi spoke slowly in a hard tone his voice low and slow as usual. "Out of my way akalak...I've no reason to fight you...And as far as i know you bumped into me..." Xi flexed his fingers beneath his cloak, the air of intimidation growing and flowing off of him even thicker than normal, almost as if some of his stored rage was starting to leak out. In the brightness of the day the shrouds of shadow that his cloak offered was a small recompense. Still is shrouded his eye's enough to mask his upper face and his hair from sight though his beard shone forth. "And yes...I am a human, have you an issue with that?"

[Senghor Vilhjalmr]

'Akalak?, Is he drunk, or plain ignorant?' Senghor contemplated as his thoughts resounded over in his head, he gazed to the side for a moment and slowly turned his golden glare towards the male.

"I'm not blue, idiot..." he said, the mellow heat fervently hunted down both men and solidified the intensity coming off both their bodies, Senghor, finding being called a Akalak felt a swelling ferocity in his rage, his left hand which housed the bag he carried seemingly loosened over the strap and left his palm to hang as he clenched it into a steadfast fist.

He could sense that the mysterious figure under the hood was armed, yet he wouldn't stand to being told what to do, Authority displeased him with a luster that would kill, the displeasure that seeped from his hatred for figures of Authority would whore with his rage and stir in a velvet violence, it was like making love with a longing that'd been kept from one, making the person unpredictable, feral and beastly.

Vilhjalmr decided to segregate himself from the man before him and walk on, his larger body collided with that of the smaller figure as they violently brushed shoulders, a air of intimidation fermenting off both figures killed the noise around them and heightened the silence to a deafening agony.

"Tread carefully... Monk" he said coldly as he began to continue onward, his passive stride unadulterated as his free hand ascent up to the strap that held his baggage, his fingers hooked over the textile fabric and curled slightly as he removed it from his shoulder and held it hanging, slightly dragging the dirt with it.

As his fingers wrapped around the grip of the blade, he loosened his hold slightly and let a breath of air caress over the crevices of each imprint each individual finger had, the breaching rays of the sun bounced off the entire slim blade and reflected into the crystalline eyes of the cloaked enigma, blinding him momentarily as he passed by.

'Calling me an Akalak, ignorant prick...' thought the chocolate skinned male as he kept walking, he thought monks were meant to be content, peaceful people yet it seemed he was mistaken. To Senghor, height meant naught, it was the man that made himself and that individual made it clear that he hadn't tasted the forbidden fruits blessed to the city.

He murmured something incoherently, as he felt the air around him begin to suffocate his surroundings, a shadow of hatred trailed behind him, where he left the hooded man he felt a deep insatiable rage loom over him and that made his own rage hunger, dance with a dark seduction in his subconscious, his golden eyes deadened of their life as he repeatedly thought of the man behind him, his grasp on the items he held tightened letting cracking noises of his joints echo with fervourous underlining.

[Ximal]

Something about this person annoyed him...Whether it was the way he came off against Xi's already over stretched nerves?, still either way Xi wasn't intimidated nor even remotely jibbed at by the moron in front of him. Xi felt his hand curl into a fist. Why did everyone look down on him just because he fought without a weapon ? Why? Becvuse they have thier heads so far up their own asses they cant see the fact that he could possibly kill them with but a single blow. Xi felt his rage stirring, like an untamed beast ready to leap forth from it's cage...Now that aura of intimidation around him burst alive into the fires of anger as the colossal petch collided with him. and above all called him a monk. The slow moment of that collision and those words caused his jaw to clench and his teeth to grind. Xi stilled him self, or at least tried to but no this day hia anger won. His irritation got the better of him. Xi riolled his shoulder ad turned to face him. "Ignorant petch-wit...Try saying that to my face. If you've got the gods-damned nerve." Xi could feel his arm tensing beneath his cloak. He hadn't move and yet he was already ready for any sort of battle. any variance any shift at all and he would be on it. Xi's dark black blue eyes leered out from beneath his darkened hoot as he spoke again this time affirming his words with a much sharper tone. "If it boosts your confidence at all, I'm not a monk. Maybe that knowledge would give you the nerve to say that to my face." Xi still loomed over his fight with gregor, by far taller than this ill mannered ass. Having said that gregor had been by far more skilled than Xi himself even if he could regenerate every blow that had landed. Xi rolled his shoulders as his eye's bored into this...thing. "And i can see your not blue...But again not all akalaks are blue dip-shyke." Xi pulled down a deep breath before ge flexed his fingers and gripped them. A blade had no issues to Xi...He'd fought plenty of people without weapons and he'd only taken minor cuts as his body was a testament too, but in return they'd suffered far worse injuries.

[Senghor Vilhjalmr]

A seething sigh left the lips of Senghor as he broke out of his stupor, he'd been sighing for so long his sighs were getting agitated. His stride stopped abruptly as he decided to amuse the male behind him, he inclined his head towards him and laid a steely glare towards the cloaked figure.

He was bemused that the shorter male kept vying for a quarrel, or let his emotions tumble around in his head untamed and disrupt his judgement, yet Senghor couldn't argue or go against it, his anger relished the insults that male slipped from his lips, to it the insults were virgins and it was a hungry flame that devoured all they threw into it.

"I see, not a monk, a simple..." he paused as he racked his brain for the correct wording, "Animal..." he assessed, his chest heaved and his necklace hugged the muscles of his chest as lovingly as it could.

As someone of a quaint psychological, he couldn't abide the man behind him, he felt that if he needed to shut the man up he'd have to use his fists and not his lacking diplomatic skills.

His fingers curled around the grip of the longsword as he pulled it back, he needn't be extraordinary to achieve a simple maneuver, between his fingers the blade's hilt felt soft and innocent with a sinful caress, the tip of the blade met the earth and wed itself there, embedded into the ground and retaining a stiffened pose.

As his right arm stretched and his muscles loosened, his left hand held the bag and he turned to the mysterious shroud before him, "I believe we must settle this let all men do, we fight until one of us is still vaguely standing" the chocolate adorned human suggest as he placed the strap of his bag over the cross-guard of his sword.

The steel of the blade held rigidly as the bag touched the floor and leaned upon the blade as if it were a simple wall or post, Vilhjalmr's eyes seemed to burn with a lustful flare, his joints began to loosen as he stretched his arms with little alacrity, in a brawl he didn't think a formal stance was needed.

'Let the body by a weapon, it moves like a current over the ocean, it s a relentless tide that holds a seductive beauty, a dark dance which only you can move too' he mentally recited the words in his head as he raised his fists to a prominent level, his eyes could still see the base of his knuckles, his feet began to feel the unheard music.

His dance had began, and it would be amorous one.

[Ximal]

Xi was nnoyed, the sum of events that had lead himher were tumbling through his head...He was more angry with those around him and the event's of the unknown...Just what was going to happen? Xi took a deep breath. An animal? Xi smirked. Why wa he trying to converse or at least try and convey some manners into a race he hated above all others? Seeing as all he ever got from them was condescending and aggravated looks ? Xi flexed his fingers, everyone thought themselves better than he. Xi clenched his hand tightly until he could feel his knuckles beneath his gauntlets turning white. What was happening to him ? his anger and other emotions had begun to run free again, the very things he'd locked up in the spires for three seasons had finally begun to seep forth again. But it was good, Xi could again feel what he needed too, in the city of monkeys where one misplaced emotion causes you to fall into the abyss. He had to seal them but Here he was free to relinquish them, let them flow freely and mull over stone slowly. An animal? Was he? if so he'd rather be a beast than a soulless piece of marble...He was finally beginning to understand his whims his wills. Nd now he could finally focus them, he still held back letting only vague spurts of his true nature through but right now...The hungry flames of anger were surging forth and demanding blood to slake them...And Xi would not oblige them. Instead he'd placate them with the simple impact. As the now seemingly attention caught "akalak" turned towards him drawing his blade. Though his words were somewhat entertaining...He thought he had a chance of defeating Xi? Xi took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders again. "There will be no vague about the one still standing. I promise i wont break you too badly..." Xi held his formless stance. He always held that against those he had no idea of how to gauge their power willing them to make the first move. Urging them to try their hand at taking him down. Your not the biggest, nor the strongest person I've ever faced i'm willing to bet...So try your hand...Try and take me down...Use your blade with all your skill, if you even scratch me i shall applaud you. Until then...You're the same as all the others...All shirt and no trousers. Xi's eye's laid like stone on his opponent. "Come at me...If you think you hold enough skill."

[Senghor Vilhjalmr]

'You talk to much', the larger male thought as he looked at his new opponent, he could feel the thumping drumbeat of his heart in his ears, the flow of blood coursing through his veins was euphoria to him.

As he loosened his fists and did a little skip in place, shaking his palms and cracking his joints a thought came to him, he could see that the male before him was overly confident and unknowing of what to expect, he remembered that the simplest ways to determine how an opponent moved was to aggravate his fighting senses.

Senghor Vilhjalmr was no fool when it came to aggressors combat, he knew they were whose much skilled than he was yet he knew that like any other foe they easily fell because of arrogance, confidence and pride. The pose of the male ahead of him seemed to ferment all those things, he thought himself better than most because he had the element of surprise, yet Senghor wouldn't lie, he had his own tactics.

The narrow walls around them seemed to echo his footsteps as he calmly walked towards the cloaked figure, his stride began to increase in speed until he was on a full frontal sprint towards the enigma. His tall structure leaned forward, his knees bent yet he kept his momentum.

He felt his left deltoid collide with the abdomen of the hooded figure and he tucked his under under the males arm, he felt as his clavicle shift in place as he pushed the male forward with little might to rail him forward, his knees bent to the extent that they began to scrape the very ground. Letting out a grunt due to the weight of the person,

Senghor's heels stiffened as his right hand momentarily touched the ground whilst his left arm wrapped around and held firmly onto the cloth of his cloak, his right hand ascent and wrapped around the back of his opponents knees to lock them together, as he felt the man loosen in balance he groaned slightly as he knees began to straighten.

Vilhjalmr staggered slightly forward and back as he exalted the male over his shoulder and felt his weight begin to bring him down, he shot up a gaze up to the man and watched as he hood began to unravel, his muscles tightened, stiffening in place as he moved two steps forward.

He shifted his center of weight and leaned forward, exerting little strength into his arms, Senghor slammed the body of the assailant spine-first into the hard floor, making sure that he removed his head under the arm of the arrogant man. He heard as flesh, bone and earth began a mate, making vigorously love to each other and bringing forward a new understanding of pain.

Vilhjalmr stepped back and watched fallen man with a expended sigh, his arms became slightly sensitive as he turned to the stirring figure on the ground. Bringing his arms together and cracking his knuckles with readiness.

[Ximal]

Xi stood across from the "akalak" his fist's clenched beneath his cloak and his hood down. Xi's breathing was slow and deep drawing in strong breaths. Fighting larger opponent's was a rarity but his speed advantage against them was even more extraordinary. The target began walking at a slow pace before building up to a sprint. Xi closed his hand and kept his dark black blue eyes locked onto his target. Xi let him close the distance not seeing a reason to break his momentum, Xi would use it to his own ends. As the huge figure towered and barrelled towards him Xi lifted his arm and as the figure drew close and entered Xi's attack range Xi struck. Closing his knee up and his elbow down like the jaws of a viper but with the force of a bull osidalipux. Slamming his knee into the bastards abdomen and his elbow into the target's shoulder blade, probably cracking his shoulder blade and making his next move slightly more vicious. The eye of a light-less darkness...Shadow purple... Xi simply rolled around the "akalak's body and grabbed a hold of the wrist of the arm whose shoulder blade he'd probably just cracked, and then hyper extended it. Then to add insult to injury XI brought his right fist into the bastards liver and again into his left back kidney. Xi had just brought to bear a lot of his skill and a heck of a lot more speed than the "akalak" Xi smirked and let the side of his foot smash into the back of his opponent's knee and let him fall onto it holding his arm at a raised twisted elevation. One more half turn and he'd probably snap the shoulder out of it's socket.

[Senghor Vilhjalmr]

His body seemed to leak out pain as his kidney and liver ached, as he was forced to his knees by the younger figure his rage began to stir, his arm was raised and his shoulder blade shifted at a angular pose, he seemed to grit his teeth as began to stand up, he thought of wriggling his way out the hold yet thought deeply about his opinions.

He's eyes scanned the area, darting at every corner and narrow wall to find escape, tried to keep his demeanour yet felt it wouldn't do him justice in such a predicament, Senghor looked at the shorter figure and saw he'd had a height advantage onto the hooded figure and would play the cards in his favour.

As foot raised slightly, dust danced around in its ascent, his chest heaved as he drew breath and his burning abdomen began to cool. It was a brawl which meant that rules meant nothing, Vilhjalmr shot a glare at the figure as he brought down his foot onto his left knee, the force would probably shatter his bones and tear at his muscle and tendons, as the figure reared back he raised his foot again and kicked him in the sternum, the thick bone that held onto ribs and ran down his chest.

As his arm wriggled its way out of the hold, he brought his foot down and slid it at a ninety degrees in the skin of the earth, dust seemed to like a coverlet as it raised to the knees of the desert skinned man and lingered about momentarily. Using practiced amateur foot work, Senghor spun his body and allowed his working hand to clench into a fist and connect with the jaw of the male, as his knuckles dug lovingly into the flesh, he rotated his fist at a thirty degree snap to allow extra force to the male, he wondered whether teeth would fly from the 'Monks' mouth as he bent down slightly and shifted his equilibrium, the side of his shoulder collided with the chest of male and presumably shifted the position of his sternum.

As the shrouded figure staggered back Senghor raised up his body and used his height advantage to his play, he raised his foot, dust laid to a devilish mimicry as he laid down his foot on the chest of off-balanced opponent, the extra force fell down onto his stern and caused the male to fall back.

A cough and grunt of pain left the Vilhjalmr as his working arm reached over and massaged his shoulder, he watched the male with a angered face as he felt the numbness leave his arm, yet a thought seemed to come to him as he took a cautious step back, did his attacks have any impacted, he applied them using naught but theory hence the predictablity of the shifting battle wasn't comprehensive. Another calming and reassuring thought came to him miraculously, if his attacks didn't work than his opponent was sure in a lot of pain, no average man would go about a brawl unscathed, it was a fact.