The dance of blades

[Wargamer]

The drummer beat out a rapid, bouncing rhythm. A violin was maintaining the rapid tempo, while a guitar gave an edge to base and a pleasing contrast in style.

An in the midst of the music, two men danced.

Their blades clashed and whirled, impacting with perfect unison to the musical accompaniment.

The movements of the warriors was exagerrated, but in now way comical. All eyes were upon them, and the younger members of the crowd, unused to the Bladesmen's art, expected one to be dealt a killing blow at any moment.

A flurry of blade-strikes was followed by an acrobatic dive, as one of the two backflipped away, landing and preparing to fight again. His opponent charged as the tempo rose, and the charging warrior swung.

His opponent rolled under the blow, and brought his own sword up.

There was a mighty BANG from the drum, and both were still. The crowd cheered, and both warriors sheathed their weapons, bowing in appreciation of the crowd's whoops and whistles.

[Ogreking]

Now that is a short but great piece of fluff. Is this a commen Evadian past time or a hobby? Does it have any major meanings?

[Wargamer]

I'll be adding shortly, but for now it seems to be done for the hell of it.

[Wargamer]

Kakria was busier than Larsh had expected. Whilst it wasn't filled with the commotion and bustle of Junon, there was always something happening.

Currently, a Gunner was showing off his new rifle. He looked odd in his thick coat and goggles, worn to prevent injury from the inevitable misfires their guns suffered.

Larsh was spending the day relaxing. He had trained long and hard with his new sword. It was 42" long, with a quicksilver reservoir in the hilt. Whilst it took a lot of effort to wield, but the hitting power was unbeatable.

Music was playing. Today, Skall and Dexter were performing the Duel of Redsky, and as he couldn't play any instruments, he wasn't needed. He considered watching the performance, but he knew it by heart by now...

Radgar stood, ornate blades held ready. His opponent, The knight Valcos, held a mighty two-handed sword. As they stood together on the mountain, the fires from the Barbarian camp rose higher and higher, turning the sky to red.

For hours their swords clashed. Radgar had the speed, but Valcos' armour was strong and true, so not a blow could pierce it. At last, after an eternity of conflict, Valcos struck a brutal blow, causing Ragdar to stumble and fall into the ruins of his former home.

The crowd was cheering. Larsh gave his sword a twirl, and wondered when he'd get to use it next.

[elflord9d]

nice. both of 'em. short but still fun to read.