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Swords and Sorcery
Who: Dust and OPEN
Where: Somewhere on one of Diatu's convenient open spaces.
When: After afternoon classes.
What: Dust is practicing magic, and swordplay, at the same time!
Warnings: Violence.
The sight of Dust out practicing after class, with the blade that is his and the blade that is his familiar, is not unusual. Wielding just Ahrah came instinctively to him, but add Furae in to the mix and he had a lot to learn and relearn. No, the unusual part came in how he was training: to wit, adding in broad sweeping motions with his blades that didn't seem to have an apparent purpose... until he spat a few words in that language Discovery paired with its glyphs, and the track of his swords glowed in midair to show the rune he'd drawn with their motions. A jet of fire shot forward as Dust swept both his weapons back, holding his position for the moment to assess how he'd managed to cast the spell.
"Mmm. That was all right, but it could have been better."
"The rune was sloppy." The red runes on the sword in his left hand flickered in time with the syllable, spoken with a harsh female voice. "But you got the fire anyway."
"Then I guess I should be glad it worked better than it should have." Straightening, Dust drew up his shoulders, inhaled a deep breath, then let it out as he sank back into a slight crouch. "Remind me to ask someone to watch from the outside sometime..."
Where: Somewhere on one of Diatu's convenient open spaces.
When: After afternoon classes.
What: Dust is practicing magic, and swordplay, at the same time!
Warnings: Violence.
The sight of Dust out practicing after class, with the blade that is his and the blade that is his familiar, is not unusual. Wielding just Ahrah came instinctively to him, but add Furae in to the mix and he had a lot to learn and relearn. No, the unusual part came in how he was training: to wit, adding in broad sweeping motions with his blades that didn't seem to have an apparent purpose... until he spat a few words in that language Discovery paired with its glyphs, and the track of his swords glowed in midair to show the rune he'd drawn with their motions. A jet of fire shot forward as Dust swept both his weapons back, holding his position for the moment to assess how he'd managed to cast the spell.
"Mmm. That was all right, but it could have been better."
"The rune was sloppy." The red runes on the sword in his left hand flickered in time with the syllable, spoken with a harsh female voice. "But you got the fire anyway."
"Then I guess I should be glad it worked better than it should have." Straightening, Dust drew up his shoulders, inhaled a deep breath, then let it out as he sank back into a slight crouch. "Remind me to ask someone to watch from the outside sometime..."
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He too had noticed the colour of the flame but he wasn't understanding why it was that colour. Still, magic during combat for him was healing and buffs, it wasn't offensive. That had been Jasper's specialty not his, and he'd been hit many times with it, with the last time protecting the Luminary from a spell that probably would've killed the boy.
For now though, he stood and watched and waited.
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"Didn't go off right again this time. Any ideas from the outside?"
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He could understand offense, but defense was more what he himself was skilled in as well. So Hendrik figured he might be able to find more flaws and offer far more instruction if he was actually there to see how the mechanics worked for himself.
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Dust brought his left arm up and his right back, then blurred into motion again, repeating the same pattern.
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And after Dust was done, the knight shook his head.
"Tell me, when was the last time you tested these moves against someone?"
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Hendrik wasn't sure how to assist at this point if he couldn't get in himself and help figure things out.
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"Then before I get in there with you, tell me why you think you are not performing at complete capacity."
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Dust lifted Ahrah, spinning the sword into a foregrip as he did, then twiddled out a far smaller version of the rune he'd described with his sword slashes. When he spoke the same word, a far brighter burst of flame lashed out, more focused and hotter than the other.
"I can cast that spell better than I have been."
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"How many times have you cast it"
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"Half a dozen, so far. All of them with about the same results."