Gods Swordplay 1

The teal blade in my hands dulled as I drew near Kordri, as if even my sword was afraid.  But I kept walking, each step feeling as if I was trying to wade across a pool of undried cement.

Finally within range of my blade, I cleaved down, hoping to end this in one strike.  Of course, it didn’t.  Kordri parried Dawn’s Ballad like it was a foam stick, creating an arc with his blade as well.  Just as my sword was about to hit the ground, I used the momentum to spin myself, whirling my blade back around at Kordri’s knees.



Another failed attempt.

Kordri’s short sword easily blocked mine, stopping it just short of his leg.   Knocking Dawn’s Ballad away, my teacher threw a swift kick at my face.  I could hear the sharp whistle of air as I dodged in time to bring my sword back up to an upward swipe.

Kordri turned his face to the side so my blade whizzed harmlessly by his ear.

“Your movements are getting better, even with my aura’s suppression,” my instructor commended.  I knew he was just complimenting me, but seeing him have the leisure to talk while dodging came off as annoyingly smug.

It was becoming harder to breathe as I realized I was almost at my limit. One more desperate lunge toward Kordri was all I could manage before Dawn’s Ballad fell to the ground, my hands unable to hold onto it any longer.  I fell to my knees, my legs giving out soon after, and I was left choking for air inside the confines of this hellish aura.

“Not bad.” As Kordri’s voice reached my ears the pressure disappeared.  Without the suffocating aura affecting me, my body desperately sucked in air.