Turrin knew that Zhol was fighting a reimancer now, so he needed to learn everything that he could about them, so he could kill them in the future. Father, Mother, and Grandmother always told him that the strongest weapon in his arsenal was his brain, so he needed to use it gain a advantage over his enemies. Still in his stance, the endal watched Zhol's actions for anything out of the ordinary, so he try to figure out his next move. Turrin watched Zhol as he closed his eyes. The warrior knew closing his eyes in battle was suicide especially when he was facing a opponent or enemy even for a tick, so he figured there must be a reason for Zhol's strange behavior. The half-breed eyes flickered to his non sword hand and started to count until two small balls of fire appeared in his hands. This told the myrian warrior that Zhol's magic wasn't instantaneous, so he wouldn't be launching fireballs at will. The endal figured if he was more talented in his reimancy that he could summon his fireballs faster. If Turrin ever had to fight a reimancer, he might have to keep pressing his attack, so they wouldn't have time to summon their magic. However, if he or she was a expert or master reimancer, it might be better to take them down at a distance with his short bow. Maybe in the future, Turrin would discuss Zhol's arcane talent in more depth, but he doubt it if Zhol wanted to keep a advantage over a opponent.
Turrin watched the magical display, and the endal was starting to get impressed with his level of control the drykas had over his arcane talent. When Zhol launched his fireballs at Turrin's feet, the myrian stayed stone faced as the balls of fire exploded around him. Unlike himself the myrian knew that Zhol wasn't a killer, so he had a feeling the pyrotechnic display was just a distraction for his main attack. If it was Turrin using reimancy, he would have thrown the fireballs at the human and let the man dodge it. Feeling the heat of the drykas' magical attack at feet, the endal licked his lips and waited for his true attack. Turrin stepped forward with his right foot and swung his wooden sword to parry Zhol's sword as the wooden swords clashed the wooden blades were locked together in a bout of wills until Zhol pushed off into a ready stance. The endal knew it was time to press a attack, so stepped with his left foot and swung his off handed weapon at Zhol; however, the half-breed planned his swing, so he would let go of the off-handed sword and let it fly in the Zhol's direction.
Turrin knew that he didn't have magic any extraordinary abilities that set him apart from any other Inarta warrior, but he prided himself as a warrior of Myri, so his ferocity and adaptability will be his only trump card in any fight. Ceela, his Inarta mother, told him the measure of a warrior isn't the amount of people that he or she could kill that measures a warrior's skill in battle. The measure of a warrior's true ability was to survive the battle and live long enough to die peacefully in one's own bed. Even if his mother was mental disturbed when she was lucid she was a wise women at times. Now Turrin was wielding his talon sword with one hand, so the warriors confidence in his abilities grew as he pressed his attack after he threw his off-handed talon sword at Zhol. Taking advantage of the distraction, the endal quickly moved forward with his right leg, brought his sword up over his shoulders, and swung it in a arc at hip of the drykas. If Zhol couldn't parry or dodge in time, the myrian wasn't going to hold back, and the sword wouldn't stop till it hit the human's flesh.
Turrin watched the magical display, and the endal was starting to get impressed with his level of control the drykas had over his arcane talent. When Zhol launched his fireballs at Turrin's feet, the myrian stayed stone faced as the balls of fire exploded around him. Unlike himself the myrian knew that Zhol wasn't a killer, so he had a feeling the pyrotechnic display was just a distraction for his main attack. If it was Turrin using reimancy, he would have thrown the fireballs at the human and let the man dodge it. Feeling the heat of the drykas' magical attack at feet, the endal licked his lips and waited for his true attack. Turrin stepped forward with his right foot and swung his wooden sword to parry Zhol's sword as the wooden swords clashed the wooden blades were locked together in a bout of wills until Zhol pushed off into a ready stance. The endal knew it was time to press a attack, so stepped with his left foot and swung his off handed weapon at Zhol; however, the half-breed planned his swing, so he would let go of the off-handed sword and let it fly in the Zhol's direction.
Turrin knew that he didn't have magic any extraordinary abilities that set him apart from any other Inarta warrior, but he prided himself as a warrior of Myri, so his ferocity and adaptability will be his only trump card in any fight. Ceela, his Inarta mother, told him the measure of a warrior isn't the amount of people that he or she could kill that measures a warrior's skill in battle. The measure of a warrior's true ability was to survive the battle and live long enough to die peacefully in one's own bed. Even if his mother was mental disturbed when she was lucid she was a wise women at times. Now Turrin was wielding his talon sword with one hand, so the warriors confidence in his abilities grew as he pressed his attack after he threw his off-handed talon sword at Zhol. Taking advantage of the distraction, the endal quickly moved forward with his right leg, brought his sword up over his shoulders, and swung it in a arc at hip of the drykas. If Zhol couldn't parry or dodge in time, the myrian wasn't going to hold back, and the sword wouldn't stop till it hit the human's flesh.