Wrestling With Saidin
Posted: June 22nd, 2026, 4:14 am
Darthalien stood in the Channeling Yards, in a square carefully warded to keep most uses of the One Power safely inside, and faced off with his friend Revic. Overseeing them was one of the more common battle-trainers, Gilben Asha'man of the Green.
"Each of you has, in his way, demonstrated an aptitude for battle weaves," the Trainer said. "But destroying a target or a trolloc is a very different thing from facing off against another Channeler. For now, you will practice -- practice, mind you -- against each other so that you can see each other's weaves and react to them. Eventually, each of you will practice against Aes Sedai, and learn to respond and anticipate when you cannot see each other's weaves." He paused, then continued. "For the duration of this practice, you will limit yourselves to non-lethal weaves. Put your opponent to sleep, paint a mark on his clothing, demonstrate that your weave can reach him... but do not harm him. Do you both understand?"
Darthalien and Revic nodded together.
"Very well. Begin."
Darthalien had an immediate advantage; the training he'd done in healing had shown him weaves for putting people to sleep, numbing limbs, and otherwise affecting the body without harming it. He formed a restraining weave, but Revic caught it with a burst of Fire and Air that scattered his threads, and countered with a weave of Air that would have trapped Darthalien in place. Darth managed to turn it aside, but barely -- Rev was stronger than he was. At the same time, he spun out two more weaves of Spirit and Water, while quietly dropping a third -- or fourth? -- strand of Air to tangle Revic's feet.
Revic preempted his efforts with a massive wave of air that stopped just as it hit him -- knocking him sprawling, but doing little damage. Had the weave been tighter, he would have been flattened; but neither of them were trying to injure each other.
Darthalien held up a hand, and came to his feet.
Gilben Asha'man called, "Hold!" He strode over to Darthalien and examined him for a long moment, but Darthalien shook his head. "Knocked down," he said. "My pride, but it only hurts if I try to boast."
The Asha'man laughed and moved back to the side of the square. "Are you ready to try again?"
"Each of you has, in his way, demonstrated an aptitude for battle weaves," the Trainer said. "But destroying a target or a trolloc is a very different thing from facing off against another Channeler. For now, you will practice -- practice, mind you -- against each other so that you can see each other's weaves and react to them. Eventually, each of you will practice against Aes Sedai, and learn to respond and anticipate when you cannot see each other's weaves." He paused, then continued. "For the duration of this practice, you will limit yourselves to non-lethal weaves. Put your opponent to sleep, paint a mark on his clothing, demonstrate that your weave can reach him... but do not harm him. Do you both understand?"
Darthalien and Revic nodded together.
"Very well. Begin."
Darthalien had an immediate advantage; the training he'd done in healing had shown him weaves for putting people to sleep, numbing limbs, and otherwise affecting the body without harming it. He formed a restraining weave, but Revic caught it with a burst of Fire and Air that scattered his threads, and countered with a weave of Air that would have trapped Darthalien in place. Darth managed to turn it aside, but barely -- Rev was stronger than he was. At the same time, he spun out two more weaves of Spirit and Water, while quietly dropping a third -- or fourth? -- strand of Air to tangle Revic's feet.
Revic preempted his efforts with a massive wave of air that stopped just as it hit him -- knocking him sprawling, but doing little damage. Had the weave been tighter, he would have been flattened; but neither of them were trying to injure each other.
Darthalien held up a hand, and came to his feet.
Gilben Asha'man called, "Hold!" He strode over to Darthalien and examined him for a long moment, but Darthalien shook his head. "Knocked down," he said. "My pride, but it only hurts if I try to boast."
The Asha'man laughed and moved back to the side of the square. "Are you ready to try again?"