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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
2009-07-17 04:35 am UTC (link)

Cathal continued to defend himself against the man, because that was how it ended up. He couldn't seem to get an offensive jab in at all. "The poor innocent training dummy doesn't bleed." He didn't want to hurt anyone. He just wanted to go home.

They fought this way for a long time, Cathal parrying blows and dodging strikes but never able to get in any of his own. The young man was always there, always meeting him at each step. It was infuriating. Cathal was a good swordsman, and to have that fairly tossed on the ground and stomped on irked him.

The name meant nothing to him. He'd never heard of him. As frustrated as Cathal was, he decided that it was time to call upon some of his magic. He quickened his stride and deflected the blow to his shoulder, returning it with a swipe to the other's sleeve. And then he said they could stop and Cathal stepped back and dropped his sword, though he was ready to bring it back up if Armand reneged on his offer.

"Why do you want my anger. What good does it do you?"

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