Eye of the Tiger (Miro)

by **Aello** on August 4th, 2012, 3:38 am

Summer 5, 512 AV

Aello's eyes stood transfixed; lost in icy pools. Ignoring the sweat that trickled down her brow, the thundering of her own heart. Muscles coiling unpleasantly. Bunching under skin before forcing it to ripple. To dance as she waited. Hands resting atop the folds of her skirt. Right over each of her concealed daggers. They remained another moment before they tore through the slit which ran up each side. Another moment before her fingers furled around the hilt and ripped it from sheath. Another beat and she was tossing each at the ground directly in front of her. Metal glinting in the light of the sun as they twirled and then imbedded themselves, blade first in the dirt. The one on the right bloodied and dark, the one on the left crisply clean of blade, but marred in beauty by the clods of dirt which clung. Smiling wickedly as she licked her lips, whetting them for each was crackled with the heat, she offered Miro one last look before she allowed herself to fall forward. Palms rammed into the earth only moments later, after the silent whoosh of air had swept past. Her hands crawled forward then, as her boots kicked rocks away from ground. One moving ahead, while the other drew back. Toes curling so she rested on them as she closed her eyes and grabbed the hilt of each dagger. Clung onto them tightly as she lowered her chest towards the ground, and then forced herself back up, ten times over. Grunting with the effort she allowed her body to sink, to rest a moment before she pushed her legs forward. Bunching them under her chest. From there, she ripped each dagger from the ground, and sprang to her feet. Wiping the dirtied blades on her dress only after she was level with her sparring partner once more.

"Are you ready for another day of training Miro?" Aello asked. "Or do you want to call it quits, lest we hurt ourselves any more?" she paused a moment, awaiting an answer. Her thumb dancing idly over the hilt of her weapon before she cast her gaze skyward. At the soft blue hues, and wispy clouds woven throughout, as though it were a vast tapestry crafted by deft fingers. She eyed the sun as well, hanging low on the western side of the sky. She supposed it would set soon, leaving them both to practice in the dark if they were not careful. Sighing, she reeled her gaze back in, allowing her eyes to settle on the half blood. She took another deep breath, in through the mouth and out through the nose before stepping forward menacingly. Calculated movements meant to drive an opponent back, into a wall, long before the real fighting had begun. Long before the fun got started.