Closed [Kendoka Sasaran]Fury of a Fight[Abase]

[Rykanis Dakshata]

8 Summer 513 Rykanis was by no means a master of the blade, not even of the lakan. But he was certainly developing a good skill in using it. He was growing more fluid every day, every fight, every spar, using it more and more naturally without even thinking. The same could not be true though of his usage of dual lakan. That was still a skill that certainly left much to be desired. But that to he was slowly working on. It was only a matter of time. As all Akalak, he trained his body, was fit, had the warrior mentality. He likely would not have survived for so long if he had not done these things, for the Akalaks were quite hard on their own. For good reason, when the survival of your race depended upon it. He headed over to the racks of wooden weapons, and quickly drew out two lakan, one for each hand, the short twisted blades a commonality to him, calming him, preparing him for the fight at hand. He looked out upon the wood fighting floor, open with many Akalaks fighting. he thought he even spied a few humans, and unless his eyes deceived him, there was a konti whirling through a pair of young Akalaks with her own odd weapon, ending with a hiss of pain from both. Perhaps they were her children? It certainly did not stop her from fighting them and teaching them the same way all Akalaks trained. With bruises, sweat, and occasionally blood. Rykanis paused for a moment, before walking onto the fighting floor, trying to decide who to fight.