Friday, November 18, 2005

   Warrior who Hates the Rain(ep.7)
Ep. 7

Langley, Virginia
Skual was wearing a Neck brace and a Back Brace and his causal tan office suit. He was walking down a hallway with other people in suits some wearing glasses and carrying important-looking envelopes. Skual’s walk was mostly a limp, he entered an elevator and pressed a button. The doors closed and the elevator started downwards. He tried to scratch his lower back, but all he did was agitated it more. The elevator slowed and the doors opened Skual walked out. It was an office floor filled with cubicles and corner offices. Skual walked down the side next to the window and into his office. The door said Skual aÌBertal Anti-Terrorism on the window. He sat down in his chair behind his desk and looked in the incoming box for whatever he was looking. A man in a black pinstripe suit stepped in the door and threw an envelope onto Skual’s desk.
“Mytho is in Switzerland now,” Skual took the papers from the envelope and looked them over.
“This says Italy,” he said puzzled. The Man walked in and sat in one of the chair facing Skual.
“He had to cross the borders secretly,”
“What the Hell is in Switzerland?” Skual Asked getting ill-tempered.
“You’re not a Real Warrior not one bit are you?”
“St. Clair you better watch it see the Sword . . . ” he said picking up his sword from next to his desk and waving it in the man’s face.
“Whatever Skual he’s your assignment not mine you track him down,” with that the man got up and left. Skual looked back at the papers a shifted through them. Italy why’d he go to Italy, what is he training in the ways of a Gladiator? He thought to him self and laughed. Switzerland what’s in Switzerland for him or that deals with a warrior.

Switzerland in the New Warrior Academy; Mytho

I was in the library looking over books on Legends and Gifted Warriors, The Watchers must have taken every book on my condition. The next thing I was being tapped on the shoulder and my face was resting in a book. I sat up to see the gray-haired Courtier,
“What is it?” I said yawning.
“Your one minute late to Swordsman Training in the Arena,” he spoke. I looked behind me out the window, which was dumb, I was suddenly blinded for a moment from the sun. I got to my feet and started running for the door.
“Make sure nobody moves those,” I yelled back to him. I bolted out of the library and down the hall way into the main Building. I turned the corner to take a shortcut. I turned another corner to go through a door and I was in the spectator’s stand. Class had started already and was down in the pit. I ran down the stands and jumped down into the pit.
“Sorry I’m late . . . ” I began to say.
“Please Mytho, do your research on the days you have off,” Master Ten said. I was amazed Ten makes it his duty to train every warrior and still have time for important pressing matters. It made me wonder if he just keeps the other Masters just for advice in governing.
“Now if I may resume, Swordsmen training will train you in one of the two areas, Double handed weapons or Double Wielding weapons. As fighters you all took a type of bladed weapon, a sword, some an axe. But as Swordsmen you may train your self to use a blunt weapon such as a Mace, Bo staff, or a Hammer even. Now you must be first learned one of the first two. Either Double handed or Double Wielding. You must choose now. That way we can separate you all . . . ” I took this time to look around there must have been 15 of us standing around, most men few women.
“...Now for those who have the hearts set on Double Wielding you may choose to mix up your weapon combination, you may have a long sword and an axe or a short sword. Any combination you can think of you can train with, but remember fluid motion with double weapon attacks you need to move swiftly both weapons the air should not try to stop you, you must move like air it’s self . . . now if you training with double handed please go through this door . . . ” he pointed to the door on his right.
“And double wielding please goes through that door,” and he pointed to his left. I stood up and moved into the door for double wielding. About six people followed me in the majority of the group went for Double handed. As I stepped through the other side, a different master stood before us. The room was small with four doors in each compass direction.
“Welcome there’s only seven of you in a group of sixteen, oh well, I am Master Bradley, I will over look your training as we the Masters of this Academy do not teach but always learn from students. Now you will train with the perfectly balanced Weapons in the weapon closet on my left your right. As you train with them the Sword smiths of this Academy will watch and create your perfect weapon for you. Than to fully graduate you must break all Red Plates on Grand Master Ten, in a spar...Now if you please go select your weapon,” this time I followed everyone into the weapon closet. I already knew what I wanted, and I found them almost instantly. Short Swords on separate belts I picked them up and drew them from the scabbards to look at the blade they were just a little thinner than what I wanted them to be. I put the first on around my waist and moved the scabbard to the back. I did the same with the second one. To draw them from behind I had two options; either throw them up behind me and catch them in the air or tilt them on the sides and draw them from behind to the front as if to kill on the draw. I walked out and the room had changed, it was more like a bowling ally than before. There were lanes and at the end of them were four holes.
“You will find that this Academy can fit the needs of us at anytime we choose it too,” spoke Master Bradley. That was one thing I could never figure out, this Academy was mysterious in it’s own way. Just like the masters which put me on guard thinking that one of them would figure out who I am. The exercise they planned out for us was drawing our weapons on the attack. They launched disks at us and we had to draw and smash. Over and over, my teenage spirt never gave up. I was probably the only one wanting to do this all through the night. I was taught at a young age to never give up and give it your all. Of course I never applied my self I was to laid back when it came to do work. But when I did anything I put all my energy into it. As I left the training that evening with my short swords, attached to my belt placed behind me. I walked out the main entrance of the arena there I saw an old friend. Kiore, walking with the gray haired courtier, Kiore had a double-sided axe in his hand, it was small enough for a one hand weapon. I quickly dodged out of the way and watched him. He entered the Arena.
“No way, he’s gonna become a new age warrior!” I thought to my self almost saying it aloud.
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