Red Lightning
11-01-07, 07:19 AM
I would like to note that this is liquid timed to the point where after Beniiro recieves the upgrade to his blade, so during this thread his sword Zakega is nearly as strong as mythril and as light as a rapier. On the unused tier system, in other words, it has a strength of 7.7.
Beniiro strode back to the Citadel, his blade Zakega sheathed into its decorated scabbard as he held it in his right paw. It was much lighter now that the feline Bladewraith could almost not believe it. And he could feel its new power humming through it, a sensation that traveled up his arm to his chest.
Zakega itself was much happier now. As soon as he had touched it it had flared into a bright red light, and he could feel its happiness like a floating balloon in the air, always there.
Although, it wanted to test out its newfound strength, and the closest place for that was the Citadel. While normally Beniiro would avoid such a fight, he knew he had nothing to lose there and he was curious as well. While that saying, "Curiousity killed the cat", came back to haunt him, he simply remembered the answer to it and strode on confidently, thinking "But satisfaction brought it back again."
As he reached the steps two monks greeted him. "Hello, young swordsman." They spoke in unison, and Beniiro noticed that they were twins. "Do you wish to request a match?" They spoke once more.
"Actually, I do." Beniiro grinned, his body feeling light and bouncy as he he bounded up the steps past them to an open door. "Just send me wherever." He told the twins, before they bowed in compliance and he leapt into the open doorway.
Again he felt that strange sensation of endlessly falling, like he did the last time, but unlike the last time he had been here he did not panic. This must be standard procedure... He thought to himself, as he let his body drift into darkness.
Then suddenly it was gone, and he found his paws firmly planted upon a mat of some sorts. Taking a look at his sorroundings, Beniiro found that he was inside an old-fashioned dojo, complete with weapons and sparring gear. On one wall there was over a dozen swords, and on another there were halberds and spears.
The room itself was shaped like a geometric square and each wall was about 30 feet in length, he guessed. The ceiling was high above him, maybe another 30 feet. So, we're in a cube...he thought to himself, before going over and lifting one of the broadswords from the wall. It was heavy, but he found he could lift it pretty easily. Giving the blade a couple practice swings, he heard, or rather felt, Zakega murmur in disapproval. Don't worry, you will fight. He told the unsettled blade, and its murmuring came to a stop.
Now all that was left was to wait for his opponent.
Beniiro strode back to the Citadel, his blade Zakega sheathed into its decorated scabbard as he held it in his right paw. It was much lighter now that the feline Bladewraith could almost not believe it. And he could feel its new power humming through it, a sensation that traveled up his arm to his chest.
Zakega itself was much happier now. As soon as he had touched it it had flared into a bright red light, and he could feel its happiness like a floating balloon in the air, always there.
Although, it wanted to test out its newfound strength, and the closest place for that was the Citadel. While normally Beniiro would avoid such a fight, he knew he had nothing to lose there and he was curious as well. While that saying, "Curiousity killed the cat", came back to haunt him, he simply remembered the answer to it and strode on confidently, thinking "But satisfaction brought it back again."
As he reached the steps two monks greeted him. "Hello, young swordsman." They spoke in unison, and Beniiro noticed that they were twins. "Do you wish to request a match?" They spoke once more.
"Actually, I do." Beniiro grinned, his body feeling light and bouncy as he he bounded up the steps past them to an open door. "Just send me wherever." He told the twins, before they bowed in compliance and he leapt into the open doorway.
Again he felt that strange sensation of endlessly falling, like he did the last time, but unlike the last time he had been here he did not panic. This must be standard procedure... He thought to himself, as he let his body drift into darkness.
Then suddenly it was gone, and he found his paws firmly planted upon a mat of some sorts. Taking a look at his sorroundings, Beniiro found that he was inside an old-fashioned dojo, complete with weapons and sparring gear. On one wall there was over a dozen swords, and on another there were halberds and spears.
The room itself was shaped like a geometric square and each wall was about 30 feet in length, he guessed. The ceiling was high above him, maybe another 30 feet. So, we're in a cube...he thought to himself, before going over and lifting one of the broadswords from the wall. It was heavy, but he found he could lift it pretty easily. Giving the blade a couple practice swings, he heard, or rather felt, Zakega murmur in disapproval. Don't worry, you will fight. He told the unsettled blade, and its murmuring came to a stop.
Now all that was left was to wait for his opponent.