Solo [Tuvya Sasaran] The Shadow Of Perseverance

[Skyard Underwood]

To be determined

The days adolescent state shone brightly, and the sun brought plenty of warmth to all of the land. The Kelvic had just freshly rolled out of bed; he slept majority of the day. Skyard disliked being awake during the early hours of the day; as being awake early served him no purpose. By nature he had been meant to sleep for several long bells uninterrupted. The Kelvic refused to be woken by anything short of an emergency if he had a choice. Skyard had no reason to particularly care about his patterns of sleep, and he decided that he would dress casually today.

The Kelvic felt rather weak and unpracticed with his combat; therefore he decided that he would take up a different route than his typical daily routine. Skyard decided upon honing his skills as a fighter, and he immediately traveled to the Tuvya Sasaran. He intended to become better at combat not by fighting opponents that were his “equals” in terms of skill, but fighting someone far stronger than himself. How did one expect to become stronger by constantly fighting at their own level? If someone seeks to improve they would pursue an opponent or a challenge far beyond what they know they can withstand.

Skyards motive became much less about raising his skill as a fighter, and more about challenging the very thing that he thought made him strong. The thing that Skyard thought made him strong was his “courage” if he didn't have it he would not have had the ability to do several of the things that he has done. Skyard battled against a night Lion and won; which was an accomplishment on its own because of the fact that majority of people who encounter one do not live to tell the tale.

The Kelvic was both grateful, and thankful to Wysar that he got to survive the encounter as well as learn from it. Everything in life was a learning experience, and Skyard wanted to continuously test that theory. Skyard wanted to become much better than he is now at everything that he does. The Kelvic theorized that if he continued to fight above his level; that he would eventually reach the level of those he fought. Regardless of how he did it he wanted to develop a fighting style that would suit him in any dangerous situation he found himself in.

Skyard absolutely despised the fact that if his courage were to ever be stripped away from him that he would collapse. He felt as if he were powerless, and he took a casual stroll to the training center as he prepared himself. Skyard generally had no problem with combat; however in this case he was nervous. Today would become the second time he has ever entered a combat “facility”, and the first time he did so he wound up in bed with a “stranger”. Skyard hoped that he could actually learn to fight and not petch this time around. If he what he truly sought out was skill he could not always be focused on women. The Kelvic stopped just outside of the facility, and the moment that he opened the door he knew what he was in for. He threw several practice swings of his own prior to entering, and that begun by swinging his right fist at the air in an arc, above his head.

[Skyard Underwood]

Clenched fists, the stench of sweat, strong and well built men, and several people who practiced various moves in pairs were among the first things he saw. Skyard stepped inside, and had immediately been greeted by an incredibly tall Akalak. Skyard to this day knew absolutely nothing about the blue people or their culture. However one thing The Kelvic was well aware of; had been the fact that they were great fighters. Their bodies were naturally large, and Skyard made note of several small details. Each and every single one of the colorful men had much bulkier and stronger builds than he did.

The man who greeted him stood at a height of around seven feet, and was exceptionally fit. Skyard hadn't even gotten the chance to speak before he was asked a question. “What is your name, newcomer? I am Ismail Bahram” Asked the Akalak the moment Skyard stepped into the door. Skyard took a moment to absorb all of the information, and decided that he would speak with the stranger.


“My name is Skyard, Underwood. Tis' very nice to meet you my good man. Would you mind telling me more about this place?” Skyard beckoned the Akalak as he watched something rather beautiful occur. What appeared to have been a specific set of beautiful, and fluent motions; the purple Akalaks countered a punch with some sort of technique. Skyards eyes darted back and forth as he watched The blue Akalak launch a ferocious punch toward the purple Akalak. The purple Akalaks sternum, and the very moment the punch was thrown the purple Akalak shifted his right foot and rotated his hips. The movements were smooth, and graceful. Skyard watched as the purple Akalak slammed his forearm into that of his opponents Ulna.

Suddenly along with the rotation of the hips and the counter-strike to the opponents Ulna; came yet another set of motions. The Purple Akalak coiled its digits around the wrist of his opponents hand, and used the forward momentum against his opponent. The Purple Akalaks foot extended outward to its full length and straightened beneath his opponents guard. With the already forward momentum being taken advantage of; he knocked his opponent off balance and forced him to take the full impact of both their body-weights combined. The blue Akalak fell face first upon the ground, and then had been toppled by his adversary. That simple counter resulted in the end of the fight in mere ticks.

Skyard Questioned rather or not what he witnessed had even been possible; had he actually watched someone accurately predict another persons every move? Were they marked with Evantia like he was; No they could not have been. There was not a single blue mark upon the back of either of their necks, and Skyards eyes widened in shock. He immediately turned toward the Akalak that greeted him and challenged him to a fight. The remainder of the class stopped everything that they were doing, and looked at Skyard as if he requested a death sentence.

Ismail Bahram turned toward the boy, and scoffed because of the fact that he knew precisely what Skyard wanted. Skyard was simply excited about the fact that he was in the combat facility again, and wanted to learn everything that he could as quickly as possible. Ismail met his request with a simple nod, and took up a rather elaborate and yet odd stance before he spoke. “Young boy, I want you to attack me, and give it your all.” The Akalak spoke in a rather deep voice that shook Skyard to the core. The Kelvic obliged despite the fact that he knew he faced a strong opponent; he stood strong and with pride. Skyard had no fancy stances in his arsenal, he simply raised both his forearms, and tilted his right arm at a forty-five degree angle as he raised it and bent the arm back further until it aligned with his eye. The digits of his fingers remained curved; as if he mimicked the claws he had in Lion form. Skyard wasted no time, and launched an attack with his right hand.

[Skyard Underwood]

The Akalak simply watched, as Skyard came forward with what appeared to have been a somewhat-experienced attack. Skyard lunged without hesitation, and launched a right seiken toward his much taller opponents sternum. At first glance the strike appeared to the Akalak as if Skyard attempted to grasp hold of his heart. However, The Akalak suddenly took notice of multiple oddities within Skyards stance. The Kelvic fought with much less grace, and much more like a feral and wild animal. The Strike was rather powerful, and unintentionally carried all of Skyards body-weight behind it. The Akalak briefly shook his head at the sudden set of peculiar motions, and swatted Skyards hand away by counter-striking with a swing and connection of his wrist to that of Skyards. The amount of force delivered with such a simple blow was enough to off-balance Skyard. The Kelvics equilibrium had been thwarted spontaneously, and he fell to the ground within a split-tick.

Skyard immediately spoke as his chest slammed against the ground beneath him. He endured the pain and the sudden shock to the entirety of his body; he felt as if he'd been hit by a stone and lost the air in his lungs. “How.. Did you.. do that.?!” Skyard questioned, and was met with a simple response. The Akalak spoke to him in a few short words.

“I made you move the way that I wanted you to. The moment that I took up my stance and decided not to strike; I told you what to do. You came at me, and you did it foolishly. You allowed me to control the flow of the battle, and thus lost the moment that you gave me the power to do so. What I mean by controlling the flow of the battle is... That when I fight against a person I want to make them do what I want them to do. The ultimate goal of fighting someone is to create openings; however if you attack them aggressively the way that you did you will force them to defend. Yet, in my case? Since I wanted you to attack me and put me on the defense it allowed me to break your stance without even putting forth any effort, Boy.”

Skyard breathed heavily, and he refused to believe that a few simple movements made him easy to defeat. He felt as if he had been belittled by the instructor and refused to allow himself to fall so easily. He got up again, despite the fact that he endured a massive amount of pain from the shock he just felt a mere moment ago. Skyard coughed for a moment, and once again he decided that he would just attack relentlessly.

The male pushed forward again however in this case he decided that he would not stop his myriad of attacks, and this time he made use of a combination. Despite the fact that he had not quite known how combination attacks truly worked; it did not take a genius to throw multiple blows simultaneously. He started with a right Seiken, followed by rotating his hips from the opposite side of his body, and he launched his left shin toward his opponents rib-cage. The Kelvic made use of all of the ferocity in him, and instinct began to take over rather than him having to think about his next move.