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moo star (illusional) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Cathal turned, sword at the ready just in case it was something dangerous. What he saw, was... was... he had no idea what it was. He looked very young, but also very pale and in a strange way, very dangerous. Like one of the old ones from home. He held a sword out toward him and Cathal backed up a step. Not that he wasn't prepared to fight, but he had no reason to fight this man.

"I don't want to fight you." Cathal's voice was low and raw, nearly gone from yelling and cursing at the dummy for almost an hour. But the young man pressed in on him, swinging the sword dangerously close to Cathal's chest. He glanced down and noted the tear in his tunic. Was this person crazy? Cathal's brows narrowed and he returned the attack. The young man was strong and agile, and Cathal wasn't prepared for his skill.

It bothered him that he was having a difficult time gaining the advantage. He was an excellent swordsman. He had been able to beat nearly everyone he'd trained with at one point, even Aidan. He supposed that he had a slight advantage over others because of his parentage, but he never used his magic when he sparred.

He was breathing hard again as he lunged, spun, side-stepped and parried. "Who... are you?" He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his free hand and then lunged again, angrily trying to distract or disorient the young man who had attacked for no reason.