Re: Take Up Your Cross [Zorolo]
That had hurt... almost... kinda. It was always hard to judge pain, since my pain receptors had been so battered throughout the years. Still, the body knew when it was hurt, and right now, I felt a few twinges as I gripped my sword tightly. I looked at the blade of his sword and examined the small cracks from striking mine. I took the time to note a minor fact: his blade was made of steel. In essence, I could have broken it with my bare hand, if I had so desired.
Still, that didn't really matter. I spit on my right thumb and brushed it over the wound, more for dramatic effect than anything, and let aura wash over the wound, closing it up. The problem with stab wounds and other things is that they only work if they kill on contact. And even then, I wasn't completely certain they'd stop me dead. Har, har. Bad pun, but still, it was a rather interesting concept. That whole idea of actually being dead. One would never imagine how difficult being dead is when it is hard for someone to die.
Then again, I couldn't say I couldn't die, because that'd remove mortality, which I clearly know myself to be, I just didn't, and don't, expect to meet death on a battlefield. I, for some odd reason, foresee myself wasting away in the years until my body is not but dust. Pretty lame way to die, if you ask me. Anyway, that had nothing to do with what was going on. I had to focus if I wanted to not have that happen again.
It occurred to me in the seconds after my wound had healed that, in fact, he had done exactly opposed to what I would have expected. He had moved to force me into closer range combat. I did, in fact, find that interesting, however, I believed it was quite time to show off my stuff. A little bit of intelligent combat would be fun. Now then, came the fun part.
I reeled my arm back, obviously leaving myself open, but for this measure, it would work, and quickly moved forward, tossing my sword with lightning speed towards Kichaa. The blade whizzed through the air towards him at a good speed, but there was no mayhap it if or if not it would hit. He quickly sidestepped the attack, but by then, I was already on the counter offensive. The sword acted merely as a decoy.
I skidded to a stop with one hand and both feet on the ground from a spin and quickly thrust my foot into Kichaa's chest, sending him up slightly , and back a few feet, although he landed before his body struck one of the racks, and quickly I rolled and stole my sword from the icy ground that it sat upon. I moved quickly, keeping my body low and moving from left to right in a skulking movement, almost like a hunter stalking its prey and moving in for the attack.
I don't recall quite when, but I had seen this style somewhere, and felt a bit of a need to copy it. I moved forward quickly and lashed my sword out in a speedy slash. The swordsman responded in a good movement and raised his blade to defend, however the steel of his blade cracked and shattered as mine, with the force of momentum, combined with a hint of aura, allowed me to nigh effortlessly slash through the weapon. Mayhap I had made this fight a bit too uneven in playing at that moment, but I had my edge, and I took it, literally, towards the warrior. I slashed my sword a second time, horizontally, towards him. I wanted to see his response.