Later, he would consider the growling too obvious a distraction, but enveloped by the emptiness, he merely saw Prewtez's counterstrike. The scarred man spun as his blade danced, striking and slicing at both of his opponents.
The Ji'alantin moved for Adrian, but Ravak didn't see the result. He saw the parry, his bundles of wood ricocheting wildly away from that strong strike. Then he realised that this wasn't a simple parry, but Black Pebbles on Snow. The air was knocked out of him as Prewtez's practice sword struck true. His feet failed from the unexpected blow. Pain blossomed and tried to seep out of the emptiness, back into his conscious awareness. He forced down any feeling, of bruised body or bruised pride, and rose swiftly to his feet.
If he was losing this fight, as he suspected may happen when the Ji offered a two-on-one spar, he wanted to get at least one blow in return. This won't end like it did with the Seanchan. That thought had seeped in, and he had to work to maintain the Oneness.
He was in a defensive pose before thinking, and had his sword by his waist. The Dove Takes Flight was foremost in his mind, and his body braced for the counterstroke. Pain would be the cost of pride. Ravak moved towards Prewtez, raising with his legs and his sword at the same time to strike squarely into Prew's chest.
The Ji'alantin moved for Adrian, but Ravak didn't see the result. He saw the parry, his bundles of wood ricocheting wildly away from that strong strike. Then he realised that this wasn't a simple parry, but Black Pebbles on Snow. The air was knocked out of him as Prewtez's practice sword struck true. His feet failed from the unexpected blow. Pain blossomed and tried to seep out of the emptiness, back into his conscious awareness. He forced down any feeling, of bruised body or bruised pride, and rose swiftly to his feet.
If he was losing this fight, as he suspected may happen when the Ji offered a two-on-one spar, he wanted to get at least one blow in return. This won't end like it did with the Seanchan. That thought had seeped in, and he had to work to maintain the Oneness.
He was in a defensive pose before thinking, and had his sword by his waist. The Dove Takes Flight was foremost in his mind, and his body braced for the counterstroke. Pain would be the cost of pride. Ravak moved towards Prewtez, raising with his legs and his sword at the same time to strike squarely into Prew's chest.
| OOC: I can't read New Spring yet. |

