stole my star

Itzal · 08-29-2012, 06:09 PM

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Sorry it got kind of long. And forward date to the 5th of September.

Itzal's leg had almost completely recovered from his injury. He stood on two feet as if he hadn't been limping and hobbling just two weeks ago. The fight with Axelle had happened two or three weeks ago and Rio stitching it up, Panda's help with changing the bandages, and a little time Itzal was almost as good as new. He had traveled farther out today than he had in the weeks since arriving at Anathema. But Itzal had been getting restless. He wanted to go out and run on fours legs or explore. So today he had decided to that his leg was feeling well enough to allow him to travel. And he had ended up in a strange place in Souls' the had hadn't been to before. The trees were mostly dead and it was obvious a fire had happened here. Itzal had decided to stay here and look around.

It would also be a good chance for Itzal to train with his knives. Itzal had little chance to practice with his knives while he was wounded. He could still throw his knives well with the leg but no near as well as when he was at one hundred percent. So he figured he should get a little practice in now that he was feeling more his normal self. Of course Itzal had reached a point that most of his knife throwing was instinctual. It came naturally to him to send his knife flying where he went. But even he needed to keep up his training. And he need to train using both his sultan knives at once.

Itzal stopped when he heard someone talk. He turned his head the way that the sound had come from and listened. Someone else replied to what could only have been some kind of question. Itzal thought about if he should turn around and walk away or investigate. Normally he wouldn't have even questioned going to investigate but there were two people and he wasn't yet fully healed. But in the end, the black male's curiosity won out. So he moved towards the direction the voices had briefly come from. Itzal blended himself into the dead trees. He wished it was darker out or that the trees provided more cover. Itzal was a master at sneaking, but even he had his limitations when it came to not being seen. He made little noise, though it was more than usual with his still recovering leg.

He managed to get himself into a spot where he could see the two people but without actually looking for him, he wouldn't actually be seen. He was cautious but then he noticed that the girl was using throwing knives. He watched her throw another one and grimaced. The girl had potential but she didn't seem to know how to tap into it. As she prepared to throw another one Itzal stepped out from behind the tree and took a step forward, "Don't tense up your arm until the very end. Then snap your wrist as you throw." He said, leaning against a dead tree with a grin on his face.

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