Kanchana Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:19 am
"Of course," grinned Kiiron, nodding to Edmund as he pulled his sword from his waist. He was a good enough swordsman to not have to use training weapons, and he would never hurt, well more then bruise, his opponent. He was a gracious fighter, a gracious winner. Not that he expected to win. He was fast, yes, but that didn't mean anything on the plains of death.
Edmund smiled in response, gladdened to have this chance to prove himself once more. Picking up his training weapon once more, he didn't want to make a mistake and hurt someone, he moved into position.
Kiiron leapt forth with grace, going for the easy over head strike but Edmund danced out of the way with just as much ease.
The battle continued, it seemed like hours had passed but it was only mere moments. but finally, Kiiron made a final strike, not as tired as his opponent and disarmed him with ease and knocked Ed to the floor with the weight of his attack.
Putting his own weapon away, he offered a hand to help the man up from the floor and ran his other though his dark locks.
"Lle sessan dian exta tinko mex lle ori, nar quella."
The human looked at him with confusion, not understanding the fluid words that escaped him. Kiiron chuckled before repeating his words.
"You should be proud with how you fought, my friend," he smiled warmly "with some more training you will be able to best even the best of elven fighters."
Ed nodded, eyes wide and took the hand on offer before standing tall once more.
"Thank you, you were a worth opponent, and as I said to Queen Keya, I aim to be as good as you and the queen herself one day, then I know I have achieved my best."