Post by Theian G. Makarn on Dec 1, 2009 1:34:26 GMT -5
Theian wakes up to the sound of men shouting and the smell of pickles in the air. 2 days, and they still had another 3 before they would reach Orund. He had met a couple of people on the way here. Psoal was one. The man had studied the gun at an early age, and was now testing his luck with a small pistol his father had managed to buy.
"Say, where is he now? Bah, no matter. Maybe I can try that new technique again." He took off his coat and set it next to a door. He got out both blades, and held one in each hand. "Uhh, the Xurpeg is suprisingly heavy. Maybe if I switch hands.... Ahhh, better." He experimented fighting with it, and then switched back. "I'd rather fight like this, so the Zantetsuken can be in my better hand."
"Well now, Theian. Seems as if you're ready to fight." Psoal appears from the door that Theian had set his coat next to, yawning and stretching his arms. He wore similar armor, but he had chain mail. His gun was tucked away in his belt, ready to be used.
"Psoal, did you sleep late? I'm just trying the dual blade technique. If I can use both blades in battle, think of the outcome!" He had seathed both swords, and was now walking toward Psoal.
Psoal laughed, and scratched his hair. "Of course, you'll end up slicing the legs off someone and when you fight me... BAM! Your head will have a hole, right in the forehead." He taps the place where the bullet would land, "No, I didn't oversleep. I was trying to find someone that sold the materials needed to maintenence my pistol. Bah, maybe I'll find those at Orund."
"Yeah, merchants will make thousands at this tournament. People will want food, fighters will want new blades when their old ones break apart, and gunmen like you," He pats Psoal on the shoulder, "Will need their bullets for their weapons."
"Alright. Say, did you have breakfast, Theian?"
"No... I just woke up."
Psoal does a facepalm. "Uhhh, Theian! Come here!" He grabs Theian's coat and goes off....
"Say, where is he now? Bah, no matter. Maybe I can try that new technique again." He took off his coat and set it next to a door. He got out both blades, and held one in each hand. "Uhh, the Xurpeg is suprisingly heavy. Maybe if I switch hands.... Ahhh, better." He experimented fighting with it, and then switched back. "I'd rather fight like this, so the Zantetsuken can be in my better hand."
"Well now, Theian. Seems as if you're ready to fight." Psoal appears from the door that Theian had set his coat next to, yawning and stretching his arms. He wore similar armor, but he had chain mail. His gun was tucked away in his belt, ready to be used.
"Psoal, did you sleep late? I'm just trying the dual blade technique. If I can use both blades in battle, think of the outcome!" He had seathed both swords, and was now walking toward Psoal.
Psoal laughed, and scratched his hair. "Of course, you'll end up slicing the legs off someone and when you fight me... BAM! Your head will have a hole, right in the forehead." He taps the place where the bullet would land, "No, I didn't oversleep. I was trying to find someone that sold the materials needed to maintenence my pistol. Bah, maybe I'll find those at Orund."
"Yeah, merchants will make thousands at this tournament. People will want food, fighters will want new blades when their old ones break apart, and gunmen like you," He pats Psoal on the shoulder, "Will need their bullets for their weapons."
"Alright. Say, did you have breakfast, Theian?"
"No... I just woke up."
Psoal does a facepalm. "Uhhh, Theian! Come here!" He grabs Theian's coat and goes off....
