Reveka made a motion toward the door to her room and entered it quickly, grabbing her stuff, then running back out. She smiled up at Arren, then wrote on her little pad with the pencil-
"I'm a little nervous, actually. What do you suppose the Grand Sage will do when he finds us gone?" Her other, private thought, was: "I wonder how mad he'll be at us."
Etho glanced in surprise at her, then muttered, "Um, well, I s-s-suppose it'll be-" the entrance of Arren and Reveka saved him. He instantly shifted topics. "So what are we doing?"
"Just stay relaxed. If you grow tense, your limgs will not move as well, leaving all movement jerky, awkward, and vulnerable. Rather, stay relaxed, focus simply on your target, and let the force flow through you into the sword. The result will be what you want."
Nigal's words, back when he was instructing Jadis in the use of a sword, were repeating in Jadis' mind as he hacked and slashed his way towards the tower. he was fairly close now, just a couple more hallways. So many shadows...
"The important thing is to not cut your own head off. You already know how to use the sword inside, we just have to get it in outside."
A creature like a goat came charging at him He side-stepped and lopped its head off. "I've decided I hate you," he told the next creature roaring at him.
"Regular swordsmanship is a breeze, its formal fencing that's a problem. Don't worry about trying to learn it, we're not trying to be birds here. We're just regular men fighting to survive."
He passed the last set of doors, whirled around, and slammed them shut. He shoved various pieces of available furnature against it, then collapsed, pressing his face and sweaty palms against the floor. "Thanks Nigal," he muttered. "Yuo can shut up now."
"Don't smartmouth me, apprenctence, or I'll knock you across the room some more."
Chuckling at the memory and its timing, he found his laughter building. Light, he'd survived! Against all odds, he was alive!"
"I did it!" he shouted gleefully at the rug. "I made it! I survived!"
"It was rather impressive, but did it ever occur to you to see who was sharing the room with you?"
Jadis slowly raised his head, staring leavelly at the door. He rose to his feet, stating, "Agreed. It was clumsy of me." he turned.
Standing on the side of the room, next to an open window, was a man dressed entirely in white. At least, that was the impression the robe first gave, but Jadis noted a dark blue tunic and trousers under it. The red-haired man was staring at Jadis through narrow, calculating eyes. Jadis, studying him with equal interest, noted a slight buldge under the robe that could have been a sword. What type, he could only guess. "So who in blazes are you?" he demanded.
"Lets just say your next opponent," was the stranger's reply. He undid the clasp of the robe, letting it fall to the ground. His body was thin and supple, clearly visible as, with a graceful movement, he drew a slim rapier and cast its sheath away. He shifted into a fencing posture as he moved forward. Jadis drew his swords, thinking.
"Okay, Nigal, don't stop talking. What's that you taught me about bird's fencing?"
"They prefer those smaller cuts, such as to the wrist or thigh. At first, these wounds seem like nothing...until you realize too late how much blood you've lost. its a cruel sport, one much more suited to the Dark. Formal duels are stupid, Jadis. Don't ever let me catch you trying to learn it."
Thinking on this, he charged the man, shouting, "Then lets see what you've got!"