Post by Feroc on Apr 14, 2009 19:56:55 GMT -5
The unmistakable sound of swords hitting practice targets filled the air, it was a steady, almost breathing rhythm that had been occurring for more than 9 days now. Ever since that fiery haired stranger, which some whispered was the Demi-god Flammen, hero of New Kasai and Burner or the forest, had come into town and demanded control of the remaining military.
In truth Flammen was there, but not for the reason most would think of. He was not here to retrain the army, but heavens know they needed it, he was here to find a suitable pyro-mancer that could actually control lightning. So far in all of the corner of the world no pyro-mancer could equal this feat of his. And that frustrated him, he knew if he could get a legion of pyro-mancer's skilled in lightning behind him, Silva would be in big trouble.
His eyes were drawn to the edge of the formation of men he was observing, as one of the men slighted in his step and his flaming-sword burned his neighbor. Soon a circle had for mend up as the two squared off on one another. Flammen knew it would not end well, the one who had been burned was excellent at sword combat, but the attacker had been one of the strongest pyro-mancers in the group. It should prove fun.
Flames leapt as the two men brought their swords to bear, all the while Flammen was carefully drawing together the ions above the improvised arena, so that if the man was strong enough he might call forth lightning instead of fire. And that had been his intent when he had carefully turned the sand underneath one of the men to become slick and glass lick, causing him to slip. He let out a laugh but cut it short when he sensed another immortal looming.
In truth Flammen was there, but not for the reason most would think of. He was not here to retrain the army, but heavens know they needed it, he was here to find a suitable pyro-mancer that could actually control lightning. So far in all of the corner of the world no pyro-mancer could equal this feat of his. And that frustrated him, he knew if he could get a legion of pyro-mancer's skilled in lightning behind him, Silva would be in big trouble.
His eyes were drawn to the edge of the formation of men he was observing, as one of the men slighted in his step and his flaming-sword burned his neighbor. Soon a circle had for mend up as the two squared off on one another. Flammen knew it would not end well, the one who had been burned was excellent at sword combat, but the attacker had been one of the strongest pyro-mancers in the group. It should prove fun.
Flames leapt as the two men brought their swords to bear, all the while Flammen was carefully drawing together the ions above the improvised arena, so that if the man was strong enough he might call forth lightning instead of fire. And that had been his intent when he had carefully turned the sand underneath one of the men to become slick and glass lick, causing him to slip. He let out a laugh but cut it short when he sensed another immortal looming.
