The Palace of the Dancing Winds
Courtyard
Sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting a soft dreary light through the morning mists . The white fog swirled and dances with the playful breeze creating the living but languid atmosphere . Kyera walked through the fog, gently dragging her hand through the moist air . She was early, but it didn't matter much . One could afford to be early when sleep had never been a option to begin with .
AdvertisementThe sound of skin impacting skin caught her attention . She followed the sound, it wasn't aggressive . The sounds were harsh in the silence, but killing intent would add a layer to the sound . It was sharp and heady, but thankfully missing from this bought . She was slightly surprised to see Lazren sparing with a rather bored look on his face . Across from him, sweating and struggling a bit was the Fourth Prince . She cringed watching him .
His speed and grace were beautiful but, Lazren could have killed him multiple times . However, his form had one fatal flaw . It was textbook . She sighed wondering why the wolf had not corrected him yet the art of fighting and warfare should never be taken so lightly . Training was training, but this was… not even a game .
"Kyera, are you enjoying the view?" Lazren called out, his voice filled with teasing laughter . Kyera was grateful for this however . It gave her the opening she needed with minimal effort .
"Not as much as I should be . Lazren you aren't even helping him . " Kyera scolded and the pair stopped sparing . Lazren looked at the Prince currently trying to catch his breath then at the tigress .
"You are misunderstanding . This is for stamina . " Lazren replied with a chuckle . "Without stamina the rest won't matter . " kyera sighed . Typical wolf Logic .
"Yes but learning bad habits at this stage will get him killed later . " she countered trying not to sound annoyed . Lazren scoffed rolling his eyes .
"He is doing fine . Perfect form . Smooth motion what else could you ask for?" Lazren praised and Clovis smiled softly honestly relieved his hard work had paid off to such a degree . Kyera barked a laugh .
"It is hard to believe your known for fighting prowess . " Kyera retorted with a frown . The hair on the back of his neck raised at the challenge . His pride felt oddly sore at her merciless doubt .
"Care to dance, Kyera?" he replied popping his neck to either side . The mist swirled between them as Kyera thought it over . She glanced at Clovis who seemed interested, but staying out of this one .
"Why not . It could amuse the Fourth Prince to see two conflicting disciplines . " Kyera agreed, her reluctance more out of worry for the Prince then herself or Lazren . Would he understand the techniques and point of this or see it as showing off?
"I look forward to it then . " Clovis stepped off to the side and took a seat on the soft, dewy grass . His training cloths loose and the top open a bit showing of his fairy like, slender chest . She blushed slightly turning back to focus on Lazren .
"Good cause we have never spared before . " Lazren pointed out and Kyera chuckled . Neither of them had the advantage or disadvantage . It was simply two warriors one match . "Go ahead and change let's do this . "
Kyera raised an eyebrow at first, hesitating before tilting her head . She couldn't change here . The law . If they were to spar it would be as humans . Then Lazren pointed at her long dress . It would restrict her movements a bit, the fabric wispily falling over the thicker under dress .
"Does a assassin give one such a luxury?" Kyera asked and both men looked startled . They had both changed into looser garments to move more easily during a fight . Yet she was willing to in a full length and unaltered skirt?
"Suit yourself, but if I win you give me a fight in actual sparing cloths . " Lazren replied bowing to her to start the fight . Kyera bowed as well before taking a different stance from what Clovis knew . His body had been very straight and his arms up to protect his chest and face, a traditional stance for a fight . Yet Kyera was much looser . She stood similarly, except her knees were bent, her body pulled in and her hands were not balled into tight fists, just lightly curled . Her eyes were focused on Lazren, and her chin was level . A expert would call this sloppy, but Lazren was suddenly a little nervous .
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