Spring 30th, 506 A.V.
Very rarely did Loken not take anything seriously, extremely rare. When he decided that something required his full concentration, there was no laughing, no jokes made, no distractions. But after having fought for his life in the Colosseum of Alvadas, he devoted himself truly to the pursuit of martial perfection. He wanted to be the very best version of himself, mentally and physically, the next time he stepped onto those blooded sands.
That was why he now practiced alone three meters away from Verlyna's Emerald Pool. Loken had no real interest in the pool itself besides the fact that it had the calming ambiance of softly flowing water. The Cultist stood with his body half-twisted to the side with his tiger hook sword held horizontally above his head in his right hand, up in a high guard that he could quickly transform into a downward slash.
He wore a set of black leather armor that matched the long sleeve black shirt underneath it. The fighter was acting as if he were combating some invisible enemy. He lashed out with the palm of his free hand downward, as if he were blocking the forearm of someone attacking him with a dagger. Then almost instantly slashed downward with his sword as if to cut his enemy's neck with the length of the blade. The slash of his sword was made with a shocking amount of speed.
Afterwards, Loken then positioned himself back into that same high-guard stance. From an outside perspective, his slow combat movements were simply because the man wanted to be precise. However, while true, that was not the real reason.
No, he was moving slow because he was cultivating his djed within his body, willing that internal energy to surge through his nerves, allowing the magic to take control of his muscles, then causing the flux to become reality by boosting his physical ability to a new level.
Loken still had much to learn about the flux. His body was not in pain, but he could feel the physical pressure of it as he guided that energy up from his left leg, into his spine, past his heart, and into his right arm. He was slowly allowing his body to grow used to the channeling of its djed. The inner workings of magic cascading through his nerves cause him to literally 'taste magic' on his tongue. He could smell it... It was probably a thing that only other magic users could ever experience.
It meant that the slash he previously just made was not just fast, but impeccably fast due to being flux gifting his arm with energy from his inactive left leg.
And so Loken's plan for the day was only to do those two movements, the palm block followed every so often by a djed powered slash after a brief rest. With his sword hand up above his head again, Loken brought the blade down this time with a non-flux powered normal slash. "Build the pathway, craft a foundation." He spoke aloud to himself, repeating the words his very own mentor told him when he was taught to use the flux.
Hook sword :
Nano WC: 524.