*Ozymandias made his way into the arena for the frist time today he really needed to improve his skill for the coming times of war. Even with the stance mastered adn knowledge of the skills he lacked any real power behind them making them feel incomplete.

Ozymandias slide into his stance focusing his mind and body lettting a deep breath of air leave him. He needed to improve himself to prove his worth in combat and prove that is he at least worth something.

"I'm ready here I come"

His hands felt warm to the touch and with that he'd rush foward leaping in the air with a spining kick followed by a basic mastery of the blast. He follow it up with and uppercut try to get a better feel for his attacks and tell his master of his progress.

He'd bounce around a bit to avoid standing still he needed to keep active movements at all times making him harder to hit. thus leaping foward with yet another spining kick.
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Amadour presses his ankles together as he gives a courtous brow to his opponent, greeting him in well mannered way. He then makes a step forward with his right leg, stretching out his sword-arm and directing the point of his rapier at Ozymandias.. His left arm would rest behind his back.

"En garde."*
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Amadour would fight Ozymandias with grace and speed. Moving about the arena swiftly, he constantly attack Ozymandias with precise strikes of his rapier, while still being able to parry and counter many of opponents blows. Some did meet their mark, as the rose fencer found himself stumbling with his nerves crossed, losing all sense of direction and opening him for attacks. Or it would be so, if not for is muscle memory and reflex built over years of training, making him able to still defend himself even in such vurneable state. His opponent was strong, but his strenght found little outlet as blows missed Amadour time and time again. In the end, Amadour stops, scanning Ozymandias vitals to reach a critical point.

"Merci, Monsieur." He says as he gives a courtous bow and a swish of his rapier cutting the air.
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Ozymandias was beat yet again something wasn't right he was lacking somewhere in his combat, was it because he was too slow? or he could take a hit? these question ran through his mind though he could find the reason. He'd bow his head in respect for the other it was a fight lost though it made him want to improve even more.

"Thanks for the spar I really needed it.. it showed me where I was lacking in terms of the style. I'm a bit slow when it comes to attacking so I'll need to fix that and my attacks really aren't that strong more training is in order."*