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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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