5 Summer 513 Another day, another spar. Or so Rykanis felt. It was a rare day when he did not come to one of the Sasaran to practice his skill of arms or unarmed. He was an Akalak after all, fighting and training was bred into him, ingrained as much as breathing or blinking. Of course being a over seven foot tall purple giant, by comparison to most other races, also did not hurt. The raw force such a large body can muster was mighty indeed. But that did not mean Rykanis could let up, or fall back in his training. He had to keep himself honed, and ready. As he walked into the Sasaran, he headed as always straight for the racks of wooden weapons. He found his favorite pair of well used practice lakan, one for each hand, and headed out to the open floor of the fighting area. Now it was just left for him to wait, and to find someone to spar with. Who would it be, he wondered... |