Timestamp: Spring 56, 499 AV Time: Midday Location: Pillars of Dust Rhakash was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling steadily. Syna was beating down, harsh even for those used to her brutal rays. He had his axe in his right hand marked by the clam shell, with leathers wrapped around the head. This would allow for him to fight without killing his opponent. Opposite that arm was a steel buckler, shining brightly under Syna's gaze. He looked at his opponent, a fellow Fox. The man was larger than him, bulkier as well, holding a couple of heavy Khopesh. The pair had exchanged a few blows, and the fight was pretty much a stalemate. But it was time to finish this fight up, especially with all of their brothers-in-arms watching. The brute lumbered toward him, one leather-bound Khopesh raised in his upper most right arm, and another in the lowest on the same side. As the gap closed, the brute swung both of the heavy weapons down toward Rha. Rhakash dropped down to both knees, and raised his buckler to guard his head. He'd dropped below the upper swing, and the other hit the buckler square. But the weapon's weight and the man's swing drove his buckler into the side of his head. Rha fell over on to his right side, seeing a kick coming toward his face. Rha rolled away, the foot whizzing past his face. He stopped rolling when he ended on his stomach and looked up. Two swords were swinging down toward him. Rha rolled toward his opponent's feet, and punched the rim of his buckler into the man's shin. The man dropped one blade, that clattered to the ground, the other stopping as he reacted to the pain. Rocking back to his left, he shot his axe straight up the man's body, the leather covered blade crashing into the large man's jaw. The man staggered backwards, falling on his rump. If this had been a real fight, he'd have been dead. A Jackal that had been overseeing their training stepped forward. "Good job Rhakash, but next time, try not to scramble around in the sand so much. We aren't like those dirty Benshira." |