01-08-2010, 07:05 PM
When the crowd had fallen quiet when his sibling had accepted the challenge DaVinci too fell into what had in the past become his general brooding pose, his stormy eyes seeing everything and nothing at all as he waited for the warrior Uehban to appear. Seeing the man from across the hall was not the same as seeing the figure up close. He was a mountain of a man, solidly built and confident in himself, that much was by far obvious. The heir to the throne let his eyes follow the warrior as he approached the cleared space and stood opposite of Zana, laughing outright at the girl for carrying nothing but her spear, the deadly darts and staff left behind with Aisleran. She didn’t offer any words to the male as he adjusted his shield and weighed his sword in hand before moving in towards the slight woman.
DaVinci couldn’t help it, his heart thudded loudly in his chest as he watched his youngest sibling. The girl had learned many things away in Inferni and Aisleran and his men had helped her along the way the long months at sea. The senior warrior wouldn’t have titled her if he hadn’t believed she was ready. DaVinci wanted to believe she would be fine but she was nothing more than a child playing at hero, or so he’d tried to convince himself when he’d watched her begin her real training. Now he could only watch and wait, to see if she was ready.
Uehban soon began to circle the girl, jabbing at her and jeering as she slowly adjusted her stance and found sure footing on the stones that had been slicked by sweat, blood and dirt. DaVinci raised his glass but soon lowered it as he realized that his hand was trembling in fear and anticipation, too soon though the battle began as with a mighty roar Uehban charged.
DaVinci couldn’t help it, his heart thudded loudly in his chest as he watched his youngest sibling. The girl had learned many things away in Inferni and Aisleran and his men had helped her along the way the long months at sea. The senior warrior wouldn’t have titled her if he hadn’t believed she was ready. DaVinci wanted to believe she would be fine but she was nothing more than a child playing at hero, or so he’d tried to convince himself when he’d watched her begin her real training. Now he could only watch and wait, to see if she was ready.
Uehban soon began to circle the girl, jabbing at her and jeering as she slowly adjusted her stance and found sure footing on the stones that had been slicked by sweat, blood and dirt. DaVinci raised his glass but soon lowered it as he realized that his hand was trembling in fear and anticipation, too soon though the battle began as with a mighty roar Uehban charged.