The sun glinted off of the blade of Felix Kal'Sarak. A blade used for hundreds of years by countless Malkier men. His hair flew barely contained by his Hadori as he practiced the weaves of his calling. Destruction erupted around him as he wove threads of the elements together. He practiced the swordsman forms as his power pulsed around him. His concentration grew with each practice session.
The light breeze through the chaotic yard brought the sharp scent of active violence from all over the Tower. Warders in training and Channelers alike manifested the scent all carrying their actions on the wind. The scent skirted Ko'di as Felix practiced. Sweat glistened on his chest and back as he flowed from one form to another his coat and shirt lay feet away carelessly tossed aside in the heat.
Others practiced around the Yard causing constant bumps to erupt on Felix's arms and a steady sense of menace to pervade the area. He ignored the feelings of others practicing and focused on his own internal battle and practice.
Ribbons of Air slashed the ground causing rents to appear in front of him as he danced blades with an unseen force. He wove destruction in between sword slashes and guards. Lightning struck and ground erupted as he danced back and forth. He pushed himself harder with each weave. Exhilaration permeated the void as the dirt flew from a last bolt and his eyes were briefly blinded. When he could see clearly a women stood in front of him in Novice White. Something felt familiar about her.
The light breeze through the chaotic yard brought the sharp scent of active violence from all over the Tower. Warders in training and Channelers alike manifested the scent all carrying their actions on the wind. The scent skirted Ko'di as Felix practiced. Sweat glistened on his chest and back as he flowed from one form to another his coat and shirt lay feet away carelessly tossed aside in the heat.
Others practiced around the Yard causing constant bumps to erupt on Felix's arms and a steady sense of menace to pervade the area. He ignored the feelings of others practicing and focused on his own internal battle and practice.
Ribbons of Air slashed the ground causing rents to appear in front of him as he danced blades with an unseen force. He wove destruction in between sword slashes and guards. Lightning struck and ground erupted as he danced back and forth. He pushed himself harder with each weave. Exhilaration permeated the void as the dirt flew from a last bolt and his eyes were briefly blinded. When he could see clearly a women stood in front of him in Novice White. Something felt familiar about her.