Tym walks in, his black coat gliding softly around him. He spots Kaith and walks up to him, nodding deeply and placing a fist to his chest, "Good day Asha'man Athanes,"
Kaith stops his pacing and turns to face Tym. His dark eyes narrow as he studies Tym's face. He nods almost imperceptibly in acknowledgement of the salute and says in a voice practically devoid of emotional inflection,'How is your training progressing, Soldier?'
Tym raises his head from his nod, looking at Kaith with cold hollow eyes, "They progress as well as can be expected. I just finished a lesson with Asha'man Flinn on the flow of Earth, and thought I would come down here to....relieve some tension," there is a quirk in his cold voice, he seems to have already formed the Void.
Kaith cocks his head to one side and looks at Tym in an appraising manner. After a moment, he nods slowly, as if to himself. He says with a tinge of amusement in his voice,'I have not had a good workout since the tournament. Would you like to spar?'
Tym smiles, staring off to the side for a moment, thinking to himself, he quickly shakes his head to return thought to his brain and smirks, nodding toward Kaith, "It would be my honor, Asha'man," he pivots on a foot quickly and heads over to a rack of wooden swords. He unclasps his own sword sheath from his belt and places it in a corner on the ground, then takes off his black coat and places it on top of the sword in a heap. He turns back toward Kaith, and holds the sword loosely in his left hand, waiting for the Asha'man.
Kaith begins walking slowly towards the rack of wooden swords, unbuckling his swordbelt as he goes. He slips it off and hooks the buckled back to the belt to form a loop which he uses to hang it on the rack. Then he slowly removes his coat and hangs it on rack over his sword and scabbard. He pauses for a long moment, staring down at the front of his white shirt. His mouth closes in a tight, hard line and he nods a short quick nod as if to himself and begins unbuttoning the shirt, too. He slips it off and drapes it over top of his coat. Reaching into the rack he pulls out the first practice blade he comes to and turns around to walk a few paces away from Tym, displaying a fine network of scars that crisscross his back.
Tym nods finally at Kaith, spreading his legs a little wider than shoulder width and bending them at the knees slightly, he shifts his weight from one leg to the other. He peers at Kaith intently, waiting for him to give instructions, or begin, or something, though he does not say anything himself.
Tym he is also now grasping the sword tightly with both hands, holding it about two feet from his abdomen.
Kaith stands with his feet planted shoulder width apart, practice blade held loosely in his right hand which hangs slack at his side. Slowly he raises the bundle of lathes up to a middle guard position, left hand joining his right on the hilt. He rises up on the balls of his feet, knees bending slightly. The hilt is near his right hip, perhaps five inches in front of the joint. The blade angles up across his chest to the right and out away from his body such that the point hovers perhaps a foot and a half in front of his right shoulder. His dark eyes lock on Tym's face and go cold as ice. He flicks the tip of the practice sword back in a beckoning motion and says in a flat, emotionless voice,'Show me what you know, Soldier.'
Tym smiles, stepping in an arc towards Kaith, so that Kaith has to pivot to keep his eye on Tym. Finally Tym steps forward confidently, bringing his sword from his own left hip, into a diagonal slash at Kaith's right thigh to his left shoulder.
Kaith pivots slowly to his right as he watches Tym circle, balancing on the balls of his feet. As Tym slashes, Kaith suddenly steps sharply back with his right foot, pivoting on his left as he brings his hands across his body to his right, allowing the "blade" to go vertically about halfway across his body, using it to sweep aside the blow with the sharp clack of wood on wood. Then he reverses directions, using the rebound from the parry for added force as he slashes to his left, attempting to cut across Tym's chest.
Tym himself, pivots on his right foot as soon as he feels the two wooden blades meet. Kneeling as he spins, he feels Kaith's wooden sword pass over head, catching more then one of his hairs, and he holds his own bundle of lathes outward, hoping to catch the back of Kaith's knee as he finishes his pivot.
Kaith steps back with his left foot, pivoting on his right to square his body towards you again, lowering his bundle of lathes as you spin, until it is almost perfectly vertical and held slightly to the left of his left leg. A sharp clack resounds as your spinning blade slams into it. He uses the momentum from that to aim a quick arc up at your face.
Tym winces slightly as the feeling of the vibration of the two blades meeting flows up through his hands to his arms. Before even seeing it, he feels Kaith's wooden sword sliding on his own, and knows it is coming up toward his face. He pulls his own blade close to his body and falls down from his kneeling position onto his back, closing his eyes briefly as he feels a breeze from the tip of Kaith's blade. The force of his impact on the ground seems to have stunned him for the moment.
Kaith steps back a pace and lets his arms hang loosely at his sides, practice blade trailing in the dirt of the sparring pit. In a voice icy from the void, he says,'Pick yourself up, Soldier. You are not hurt.'
Tym bends his knees up and places his feet firmly on the ground and kicks off, spinning himself backwards. He stands at the end of his spin, holding his blade tightly in his right hand now, "I am not hurt Asha'man," he then mutters something to himself. Not waiting another second, he steps forward quickly, gripping his sword with both hands at waist level. He stabs just over Kaith's shoulder, about six inches, and comes down with the blade, hoping to catch the spot where Kaith's neck meets his shoulder.
Kaith steps quickly back, not even bothering with the futile effort of raising his practice sword. The tip of Tym's wooden sword cuts an angry welt down Kaith's chest towards his left hip. His dark eyes glitter as he steps forward again, muscles rippling in his arms and chest as he raises his bundle of lathes for a hard thrust at the middle of Tym's chest.
Tym continues his downward "slash" as Kaith steps back. But Kaith is already returning with his own thrust before the tip of his own blade is touching the ground. With little else to do, he starts to raise his blade, twisting his wrist so that the sword is held horizontally he pushes it upward, trying to parry Kaith's thrust, but instead gets Kaith's sword thrust into his right forearm. A small *crunch* can be heard as this is done, causing it to fall limply to one side, but Tym simply takes a step back and holds the sword tightly in his left hand, a determined look on his face.
Kaith's mouth is set in a hard line as he continues his attack. He does not pause even for an instance. He twists his wrists sharply counterclockwise a quarter turn to direct the edge of the wooden blade to his right, then slashes sharply in that direction towards Tym's left hand.
Tym pushes off with his left foot, sending the left side of his body backwards as he pivots on the ball of his right foot. He raises his blade in his left hand as he pivots and comes down with it toward Kaith's own blade, thrusting it downward, then with the counterstroke he raises it hoping to nick Kaith's chin.
Tym's blade is forced upward and out of the way as Kaith pushes against it with his own. His body, with little strength left, is forced to follow the blade, making him pivot on his right foot, this time his left foot moving forward and planting itself near Kaith. Out of no where, Tym spots a blur of wood and closes his eyes painfully as Kaith's blade hits him in his chest. With his own momentum carrying him toward the sword and the strength of Kaith's slash, it is more than enough to put him on the ground once more, knocking the breath out of him, and possibly cracking a rib or two. As he squirms on the ground, he still holds his bundle of lathes in his left hand, flailing with it wildly, just trying to keep everything away.
Kaith turns sharply on his left foot and begins walking towards the rack where his coat and shirt are hanging. He passes well out of reach of the flailing practice blade and slams his own back into the rack. As he picks up his shirt he says over his shoulder,'Can you stand on your own, Soldier?'
Tym stops flailing his arm and finally opens his eyes, though they look no less full of rage as during the battle. He grunts at Kaith's question, and sits up, groaning softly enough that it is only audible to himself. He places his wooden sword, tip down, into the ground and uses it to stand himself up, grunting all the way. Finally at his feet, and still leaning on the tip-down sword, the rage leaves his eyes, replaced with disappointment, "I can stand....Asha'man..." the final word is spoken as if with a heavy heart and he turns, limping as he walks toward the rack of swords from where he drew his own bundle of lathes.
Kaith slips his shirt on and begins buttoning it. As he does, he says,'I apologize for your injuries, but there was something you needed to learn.' He looks up from his buttoning and stares into your eyes. In a hard voice he says,'If you take a cheap shot at someone, you better take them out with it. Especially if they are good.'
Tym looks almost perplexed at what Kaith says, but says nothing in protest, and only lowers his head shaking it. Obviously more hurt with losing the spar, then the actual injuries themselves, he speaks in a cold tone, "Yes, Asha'man,"
Kaith doesn't bother tucking his shirt in, he just slips his coat on and buttons it up. He buckles on his sword belt and then looks at you again,'Have someone Heal you. The rest of the day is yours to do with as you wish.'
Tym nods, turning back toward Kaith, he doesn't bow as deeply as he usually does, but grunts at his attempt, "Thank you Asha'man," he turns and collapses on his coat, laying down on it.
Kaith sighs loudly and calls over a pair of Soldiers that are sparring nearby. He motions towards Tym and says,'See to this man's injuries and haul him to the infirmary. After that you are free until the evening meal.' Then he turns and begins climbing out of the pit.