Felix's lathe moved with serpent speed in and out of attack. Terric defended with grace and deft. always ready to push back. Mid swing the ground met his back. The Ji had taken his feet out from under him. The beast screamed in its cage to be let loose. Anything to hurt the man with no honor.
Felix snapped at the presence in his mind and rolled away from the spear that thrusted at him. He bounded to his feet and raised his sword in a defensive stance. The onslaught began from Terric. Spear almost invisible it dove at him again and again. The Ji fought dirty but was skilled, he had a lot to learn to get to the Ji's level. He would have to settle for a strike.
The pair danced around the empty circle, neither landing a hit. Felix managed to block every attack, defense was always his specialty when the sword was the weapon. He floated in the void aware and part of everything around himself. His sword was an extension of his arm.
Saidin beckoned in a distant part of his mind, always his weapon of choice. He struggled to push the urge into the flame in the center of the void. He would get no where trying to hurt the Ji with the one power, skill with the blade needed to be tempered.
Felix's face was granite as he studied the attacks. His skill with hiding his every thought was improving by strides since the incident with the Seanchan.
He brushed aside what felt like the tenth jab and twisted his blade to smack at Terrics right shoulder.
Felix snapped at the presence in his mind and rolled away from the spear that thrusted at him. He bounded to his feet and raised his sword in a defensive stance. The onslaught began from Terric. Spear almost invisible it dove at him again and again. The Ji fought dirty but was skilled, he had a lot to learn to get to the Ji's level. He would have to settle for a strike.
The pair danced around the empty circle, neither landing a hit. Felix managed to block every attack, defense was always his specialty when the sword was the weapon. He floated in the void aware and part of everything around himself. His sword was an extension of his arm.
Saidin beckoned in a distant part of his mind, always his weapon of choice. He struggled to push the urge into the flame in the center of the void. He would get no where trying to hurt the Ji with the one power, skill with the blade needed to be tempered.
Felix's face was granite as he studied the attacks. His skill with hiding his every thought was improving by strides since the incident with the Seanchan.
He brushed aside what felt like the tenth jab and twisted his blade to smack at Terrics right shoulder.
