Armed logs 2

He rolled up to his feet as he cracked his back and regretted every single action he did just now because a long shooting pain ran up his body. he was going to have to get that looked at one of these days instead of just ignoring it until he got into a fight. But that was not going to be today for that after all why would he want to do that today, he still has a good amount of drinking to see to and then after that he had even more drinking to see to.

Popping a bottle of ale as he down it in one before tossing his pack to the side and let out a whistle long and hard enough that the wind grew around the blade. And pulled it into the launching it into the sky before it felt towards him. Catching it with his free hand as he pushed more wind into the steel feeling it hum.

"Alright den, let see how I measure up ta da boss den." Turning to look at her before he held up a finger. "Forgot somethin" Placing his fingers in his mouth as he blew hard and his wings burst from his back pushing through his bandages. His feather fluttering in the desert wind letting the sun dance off them. "Better now let get ta it."
(Arthur)

"Mhm."

As the wings sprout from his back, Penelope's eyes widen with surprise, if only momentarily. No matter how many different ways she'd seen the drakanites spread their wings, it was always a bemusing thing to watch.

Still, she does little more than rapidly switch her stances, while trying to gauge how the current opponent would strike.

"Three...two...one..."

Nyoom.
(Penelope Dayndros)

She was fast not as fast as bandito for the most apart and she was crafty not as crafty as Sylas was but she was craft no the most annoying part of fight was she was just well blend of the two just crafty enough that she always stayed out the reach of his blade. Just fast enough that she could get under his guard and cut him back with her blade when he swung.

He kept going until he felt his blood boil then drop which might not had been his body reacting but something else. Seemed that she was a blood magi then cracking his jaw as he spat out a bit on the sands it seemed that she had split first blood. He was going to have to hit her harder than that if he wanted to give her a good run for her money.

Letting out another whistle as he called his sword back to him the wind picking it up as he grabbed it. Letting it run from down his arm into the blade the steel humming. Shaking the dust from his wings. "So again then? If ya can go again."
(Arthur)

As that blood is spit into the sands, Penelope doesn't show much of a reaction. There is no bloodlust that can be felt from the miasma around her, yet she does seem to be enjoying herself. Some of the spars had been difficult, some had been eye opening, but...

"...again...?

She lazily swings her blade around a few times. Having long since grown exhausted...

"Yeah. One more."
(Penelope Dayndros)

[14:15] "Ya gave ma a fight even if ya was still tired take ya for that." He was still getting used to fighting like his to be honesty he shouldn't have been fight at all with a hole in his chest but that was the way there went. never knew when he would have to go fight in another war and that meant that he needed to keep training.

She was still to crafty for him always out of his reached for the most part and went he could reach her he could feel her move back from the force of his blows. But it wasn't enough to take her, she was just a bit to much for him fight now.

Sticking his blade into the ground as he let the wind from his winds bound off of he wind in the blade as he grabbed the bottle Dornar had tossed at him. "Oye ya don't waste a good drink. " Actually taking a second to look at the bottle as he popped the cork and downed it in one. Grabbing his chest as he felt the hole that he had there knit itself back up as he took in a breath. Feeling the wind flow unto his lung as he let out a laugh. "Well fuck me das somethin." Taking a second as he took some of the bandages off his chest. Kicking up his sword into the air as he caught it he wind around it flaring up for a bit. "Yea das fuckin good."
(Arthur)