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moo star (illusional) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-07-06 20:57:00

Entry tags:

active, armand, cathal, day fourteen

Who: Cathal and Armand
What: General Angstyness
When: Evening
Where: Sword Fighting
Rating: PG-13ish?
Status: Incomplete

Just when Cathal thought he was getting used to this place it would change. Now it didn't even wait seven days to change, it changed every gods forsaken day! To say that this made Cathal grumpy was the understatement of the year. It made him downright intolerable. He growled at everyone he came in contact with and did his damndest to make them as miserable as he was.

In an effort to calm himself, get rid of some tension and blow off some steam, he took his sword and went out to the practice field. There he could practice on the dummies and relieve some of his aggression without actually hurting anyone. Hurting people wasn't his job, after all, it was his father's.

He pulled the sword out of the scabbard and tossed the scabbard to the ground. He stalked toward one of the dummies and, double handing his sword, he hacked at the dummy's neck, torso and arms. He yelled and grunted as he slammed the blade into the dummy over and over and over. After an hour or so, he was dripping with sweat and breathing heavily. His moves were more controlled and less filled with aggression, too. He was finally calming somewhat when he heard something behind him.

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illusional
2009-07-09 04:32 pm UTC (link)

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.

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