Savio had spent most of the summer searching for the Unarmed Master named Ximal, but the man always seemed to evade him until one fateful day...
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Known as the Celestial Seat, Nyka is a religious city in Northern Sylira. Ruled by four demigods and traversed by a large crevice, the monk-city is both mystical and dangerous. [Lore]
by Savio on June 11th, 2013, 6:04 pm

As the man turned and faced Savio he mustered up his courage and toughened his spine, and felt imprudent for doing so. He couldn’t help himself from stepping back, though as Vilni moved closer. He was trying to be brave, not suicidal. “I believe the master will be a good starting point; a stepping stone so to speak on my path to self-improvement. I have no real goals in life at this moment, no vendettas to settle nor do I have a damaged pride to mend. I seek his knowledge and training for my own personal gain”
When the man, who Savio already figured out was really and truly Ximal in disguise, pointed out that his hand was on his dagger, Savio felt abashed. It had been a subconscious action, not one intended to threaten or insult this giant man. So Savio carefully removed dagger and sheath from his person and set it aside, along with his tunic and shirt. Savio was glad that his pants had grown slightly looser on him since coming to Nyka to enable better flexibility.
“Easy is a relative term, Master Ximal.” Savio couldn’t hide the slight smirk on his lips. By the Gods, this was going to hurt. Savio did his best to hide his nervousness as he stretched his muscles in preparation. Five chimes. That was all he needed to survive to get in. Only five chimes.
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by Savio on June 11th, 2013, 6:46 pm

The man was fast. REALLY fast! But luckily Savio wasn’t too slow either as he back flipped away from the oncoming attack, but he was shocked to feel the Master’s fist graze his right hip, making the whole area throb painfully. If that would have hit dead on, the leg would have been completely useless, and perhaps the bone would have shattered. Realization dawned on the younger man as he fixed his stance and kept a close eye on Ximal. Chances were that he wasn’t going to land a single hit. He didn’t need to hit the man; he just needed to avoid being pummeled into the ground.
He kept his stance loose and flexible and his hands open to “hopefully” deflect on coming attacks. The look in the man’s golden-wait…? Didn’t he have blue eyes?
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by Savio on June 11th, 2013, 7:42 pm

Savio bit back curses as Ximal rained hell down upon his left side with his right, but as he fought to avoid any more damage, he was caught with a hard left that practically flung him away to crash hard onto the ground with a groan. His whole left side was in raging pain, but he wasn’t going to give up. Now when he was so close!
The young man stood once more with quite of bit of struggle since he couldn’t up his left arm at the moment and fixed his stance, then in a burst of speed, though not nearly as fast as Ximal, Savio rushed him. He first he feinted to the left as he neared, appearing to plan on attacking Ximal’s right side with his right fist, but right before the moment of contact, Savio dropped to his right knee and kicked out with his left leg, aiming at the man’s knees. Savio hoped to knock the Master off balance, and give himself a chance to attack. Since dodging was no longer an option, attacking and giving his all was the way to go.
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by Savio on June 11th, 2013, 8:25 pm

Savio went flying. It had almost too fast to fully grasp what exactly had happened, but now he was flying and the ground was getting close rather quickly. When Savio fell, he only had enough time to turn his body just so to take the fall without too much additional injury; he landed mostly on his arse and skidded slightly. He hissed in pain as he attempted to stand once more. His whole body hurt. His arm was in so much pain that it hung uselessly at his side, and his weight was shifted so that his injured leg wouldn’t hurt as much.
“How about I let my actions speak for me?” Savio managed to say in-between labored breaths.
He still managed to stand up though; he only had a few more minutes left. He could do this. He knew that his exhaustion was getting the best of his judgment as he rushed forward once more, aiming his good arm for a hard punch to the other man’s abdomen.
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by Savio on June 11th, 2013, 9:48 pm

Savio could see the fist heading right towards his face. It was like for a whole moment, the world had gone in slow motion. He watched the fist come closer and closer and he was helpless to evade or block such an attack, perhaps because he was too tired or Ximal was too fast, perhaps a bit of both. He had to roll with the punch, which meant tucking in his chin and moving his forehead in the direction of the hit, since he was once told by a performer back in Syliras that the forehead was the hardest part of his skull. The only thing he could think of at the moment of impact was If this doesn’t knock me out cold, it will hurt like a beast.
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