05-02-2012, 10:38 PM
The sun was slowly setting on the horizon, the air cooling slowly, but the wind almost seemed to halt around the Marino male. His stance sturdy and spread at the right distance and angle. Arms out and hands grasped tightly but not too hard around the hilt of his celtic sword. The blade glistened in the setting sun's rays. The oceanic stare of tuxedo male was focused and determined as he stared down his opponent, and without warning he took one step forward his blade comes down at an angle, then he with a twist of his wrists cuts across his target, and brings the blade up, blocking. His body danced in an almost poetic fashion as he went through dodges, blocks, and attacks. His body twisting, turning, and his gaze never leaving his opponent. He continued not smiling, not laughing. His face stern and unwavering. Aro was not going to loose, and not going to give to this opponent. He could feel the wind rushing around him with each attack, dodge, and block.
He could feel the sweat collecting in the pads of his hands, he was beginning to worry, and he rushed his opponent, his sword both shield and weapon as he did this blocking swiftly and then coming down with the killing blow when he determined he had an opening. His wrists pivoted, one hand releasing to allow the swords point to aim downward. His opponent's spine severed from it's skull. A calm, but twisted smile coming to his muzzle.
There was nothing there. Aro was alone. The sun, the moon, the stars, the trees, the grass, and the earth his the only witnesses to Aro's epic battle. The point of his sword wounding only a few unfortunate blades of grass and the earth. Withdrawing his sword, he took a rag from his pouch and wiped away the dirt from the tip gingerly. A smile still on his muzzle.
He could feel the sweat collecting in the pads of his hands, he was beginning to worry, and he rushed his opponent, his sword both shield and weapon as he did this blocking swiftly and then coming down with the killing blow when he determined he had an opening. His wrists pivoted, one hand releasing to allow the swords point to aim downward. His opponent's spine severed from it's skull. A calm, but twisted smile coming to his muzzle.
There was nothing there. Aro was alone. The sun, the moon, the stars, the trees, the grass, and the earth his the only witnesses to Aro's epic battle. The point of his sword wounding only a few unfortunate blades of grass and the earth. Withdrawing his sword, he took a rag from his pouch and wiped away the dirt from the tip gingerly. A smile still on his muzzle.