Markus was glad when Xalet blade got in the way, but the horror was shown on his face when his attack blasted through the block. A million swears went through Markus' head as the blade passed down through what felt like the Akalak. It had connected. He had felt the impact roll through the blade and then his arm. As soon as Markus realized what had just happened, he jumped back and away from Xalet. Fearing he had killed or horribly injured the squire in the spar. His eyes wide with shock. But then Markus saw a sign of strength from Xalet. He bashed with the shield. Not close to hitting Markus, but Markus could tell there was strength in the bash. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from Markus' heart. He was alive and well. Markus let out a sigh of relief. "Xalet!" Markus yelled worried. "Are you alright?" He seemed alright, only injury was his wrist. An injury sustained to save his life. Markus felt terrible for losing control of a swing like that. He needed to practice more. A lot more, so he never lost control again. Markus stretched himself out to his full height, no where near the height of the purple man, but impressive for most humans. He looked Xalet into the eyes, his own filled with respect for the giant Akalak. It was rare squires could push him so far. He was certain that he would lose to Xalet one day if Markus didn't step up his training or find some new tricks to try. The idea of a new trick put a smile to his lips. He did have something he ought to be practicing. Maybe for later that day. "I hope not, then I would probably lose." Markus said with a grin after he had removed his helmet. "And yea, we should do this again some time. It was a good spar." Sweat was visible on his forehead and below the armor on the rest of his body, perspiration was also present. He would have to get back to his dorm and change clothes and wash up. Perhaps spend the night in the wilderness. Could be good for a change. Markus sheathed his bastard sword. |