Third Annual BF betleH Tournament

Third Annual BF betleH Tournament (http://www.betleh.com/cgi-bin/b3/YaBB.pl)

Opening Day - Arrival >> In The Legion bar, late night >> Training room
(Message started by: gtrell on Feb 10^th, 2005, 11:18pm)

Title: Training room
Post by gtrell on Feb 10^th, 2005, 11:18pm

G'Trell through open the door to the training room her anger at a boiling point. Gracfuly she slipped her batleH from her shoulders and swung a couple of times taking pleasure in its comforting feel. She slowed her breath channling her flustrations into a well praticed kata. Her mind narrowed as she went throught the famillior dance. She imagined It was her anger she fought. She would control it, she was master of it, and went the time came she would use it. She felt for her first opponent. For they would feel a fury like no other. She changed her stance and went through some more agressive moves, delighting at the how her body was one with her blade. They shared a soul they where one....

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Title: Re: Training room
Post by M`rek on Feb 11^th, 2005, 2:13am

After Ta'pez had left, M'Rek found no need to stay. He nodded to K'Tar and left the room himself. He wandered about G'Trell but did not know where she had gone, right now he felt the need to work out some of the frustration before it built up on him and headed for the training rooms. He was only slightly surprised to see G'Trell there as well and stepped into the room quietly.

G'Trell felt the change in the air and heard the subtle swish of the door. She spun on the imposer but dropped the stance when she saw who had entered

"Greetings M'Rek"

M'Rek was not sure how to greet her back in return, he went to straight forward method. "It seems we have our chance to work out again."

G'Trell grunted but the playfulness in her features from earlier where all but gone. " If you like, I am warning you now though it might go wrong. Still game?"

"We both need to release something, let us both do so." He said as he once more removed the armored uniform. It was the only armor he had but for this he did not want to wear it. "Then grabbed his blade from the wall. G'Trell did not smile just merely nodded and took her place in the circle. M'Rek took his place and loosened his arms with a sigh focusing for this. His blade he held as if it was a part of him.

"I don't want to hurt you so I will give you fair warning. Keep your blade up." With that she rushed him, nothing more than a blur of movement. She felt elated when her blade struck his and sent sparks flying. She pressed her attack still moving agility knowing he would have to use downward attacks on her because of his height.

M'Rek growled and countered her attacks watching carefully and taking in her moves and how she fought. He sent a counter strike against her using precision and skill to push in his attack. Gaining little ground. G'Trell let out a roar of glee as she swung his counter wide. Then changed her weapons coarse bringing it up to gash him across the face. A small cut but it would leave a scar. She kicked him in the ribs for good measure. She did not anticipate his other hand though and was surprised when it wracked across her face sending her stumbling back from the impact. She tasted the salty flavor of blood in her mouth but felt more the pain in her jaw. She brought her blade up and pressed in again.

M'Rek met her blade with a surprisingly upward strike instead of down as would be expected of one of his size. This threw her off balance and he struck again for her exposed side, keeping control of his blade he made sure it did not go deep enough to harm her seriously. Then he stepped back for the next attack though allowed her to regain her balance.

G'Trell was stunned by his attack and fell back a few steps not really feeling the wound but trying to calculate how he had pulled his attack off. He would not do so again. She advanced again and they began to dance easily together in their circle her attacks blocked, his parried. His size giving him an edge. Her anger feeding her blows. If not for her agility she would have lost from the start. She marked how graceful her opponent moved. How his movements flowed from him. She could not help but marvel at his skill. She blocked a high attack and used its momentum to wretch his weapon free it flew across the circle leavening him exposed to her ready weapon. She smiled then.

"I never fall for that same tricks twice."

M'Rek growled and circled around her to where his blade was, then he carefully reaches and grabs it his eyes never leaving his opponent. His eyes met hers seeing that she was in better mood and also watching her eyes so see what move would come next he had learned a lot about her, the gleam that signaled a attack. The slight play on the sides of her mouth as she retreated. His blade firmly in both hands once more became a part of him. M'Rek's mouth parted into a kind of snarl that he would give someone he was attracted to. His clawed fingers closed tightly around the blade as he made his attack, he moved a bit quicker this time. Still not as agile as she but still precise. Their blades clashed with a loud ring and he used a quick sudden trusts sending her back.

G'Trell gave him ground freely dancing back then pressing in. She preferred to press in, it brought him nearer to her. She could smell the sweat on his skin it elated her in a way she never knew. She could do this. She could win. Dancing back again she awaited his next strike…his last strike.

M'Rek met her eyes with his golden brown eyes. He executed with full enjoyment his next attack, not really caring if he won or lost at moment. As long as it was with her.

G'Trell rolled under his attack and came out of the roll to his exposed back. She was surprised though when her hand stilled and did not strike the winning blow instead she stood back panting heavily from the excursions. She watched as he spun to meet her he stopped however when he saw she had lowered her blade. G'Trell looked down and shook her head. " I cant finish this. I am sorry" She turned to leave the circle.

M'Rek was at a loss when he saw her leave suddenly and wondered if he should follow. He did not know what had gone wrong but he knew there was something she had not told him. Not that they really had taken the time to talk much. He decided to give her some time to herself, he put his blade up and started for his quarters.

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