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Tweak says, "I forgot what I was gunna say"

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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vagabond_child
2009-07-10 12:54 am UTC (link)

Armand simply laughed at the statement, apparently not even near to tired out yet. He shrugged with one shoulder as his other hand and arm kept up the dizzying display of swordfighting skill. "But I want to fight you." It seemed simple enough to him. "And anyway, you surely want to fight someone, or else why attack the poor, innocent training dummy?" His movements made a mockery of the dance of the swordfight, again, trying to draw out that anger once more.

He could pick up the gist of his thoughts without trying too terribly hard, and found them amusing. Really, this whole situation was fun for him, as he pressed his advantage. But not too much, never too much. He didn't want to beat him that easily.

Although, he had to admit, he was good. Against an ordinary creature, and even over Armand himself, when he'd been mortal, he would have prevailed. But Armand wasn't anything resembling an ordinary creature. He followed every parry with a thrust, and was able to keep up with every side step.

"Who am I? You may call me Armand." He pressed in with an almost teasing thrust of his sword, aimed for Cathal's shoulder, and then nodded in satisfaction as he felt the anger he'd been looking for. "Yes, that's what I wanted. Your anger. We can stop now, if you want."

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