It was a short walk from the Bazaar to the Citadel. I stood in the middle of the road looking up at the temple in something close to awe. I was surprisingly humbled by the mere sight of the place I had written other chars entering. Normally they got their ass kicked, but it was still a learning experience. I fingered my newly bought whips that now hung from my belt as I looked up at the orange robed monk that stood waiting at the entrance to the temple.
Girding my loins and gathering up my courage, I headed for the steps. I let out the breath I had been holding while I climbed the steps. The monk that stood there gave me a curious look. I shook my head and smiled slightly at him.
“I need to be trained. Nothing better than a fight where you can be injured to speed the learning process along.” I chuckled at the eyebrow raised at me and followed when he entered the building.
The flickering light of the torches in the walls took a moment to get use too. They gave the grey stonewalls of the hall the illusion of movement. I did not bother to count the doors and halls we passed. When the monk stopped I almost ran into him, apologizing I stepped to the side and looked at the door he gestured to.
“Your opponent will enter in a few minutes.” I looked at the monk.
“So you can talk. I thought you were mute or had taken a vow of silence or something. Nice meeting you, I’m sure the next time you see me I’ll probably be covered in bruises.” I paused right before I opened the door to envision the type of arena I would prefer to practice in.
Stepping into the dark doorway, I emerge out into a grassy field. Several fences littered the area, bottles and other items littered them. A light breeze blew through the sunny field, ruffling my hair. I headed for the grove of trees near by to place my pack by. Within the grove, I discovered a level stone floor about forty paces wide and long. Laying my pack, down in the ground I rummaged around for a hair band and my hairbrush. Quickly, I pulled my hair up in a high bouncy ponytail and put away the brush.
I loosened both whips from my belt once I got within what I thought the range of the whips should be. Carefully, I flicked one whip at a bottle resting on top of the fence. The end of the whip curled around the wood to the left of the bottle. Shaking my head, I stepped to the left and tried again. This time I failed to strike the top of the fence at all. My next try produced a nice cracking noise; I yelped and dropped the whip when the recoil caught me across the front of the thigh.
Grumbling I put away one of the whips, I figured if I couldn’t use one properly there was no way I could use both at the same time. I resolved to simply learn how to not catch myself with the whip until my opponent entered the room.
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