Thread: Whose side to choose? (Kay & Askeladd)

Lucas actually wanted to vomit right then and there as the image flew through his mind, he had seen himself get gutted by his father if that had been a real battle he would be dead, it was an advanced technique that let one feel death without actually experiencing it. When one learned this they had to be careful how often they used it, his father had told him there were men out there that used it everyday and it had driven them insane to the point where they thought they were dead. The first time his father used this on him was when Lucas asked what death was like, he was given a wooden sword and told to attack his father who was unarmed, reluctantly he obeyed and attacked though without a real drive to do so. Then he saw it a blade flashing down and cutting right through his windpipe, he had fallen to the ground and rolled around violently grasping at his throat until his father tapped him well smacked him on the head, Lucas had seen his throat cut he was certain of that but when he pulled his hands away there was no blood at all not even a tiny cut on his neck to show what he had seen to be true. That day he had been 'killed' three times by his father and each time he thought he was wounded it was nothing more than a vivid image of what would have happened in a real battle, today he realized he still had a long way to go before he could ever challenge his father to a real battle of skills. He would never try to kill the man of course but he would have liked to graduate from his teachings, how was he suppose to claim to be a soldier if he could not become better than his teacher he wondered to himself. As he was in the middle of shaking off the feeling of his own death Lucas noticed a stillness in the air, he could no longer hear the ringing of blades or the yells of victory from the training area, he must have taken too long in his solo training again he thought to himself. His thoughts were confirmed when he actually decided to look up from the ground to Nicole who had just said hey you in a soft voice, his breathing still ragged as he tried to regain his footing but he stumbled a bit trying to keep his balance. It was like he was on a seesaw that went every direction instead of just up and down, he stomped his foot into the ground now and the sharp sound along with the force that reverberated through his leg helped steady him a bit. He now listened as she said that she was glad to see him doing something productive while walking towards him, he wasn't sure how to respond to that as well no one ever seemed to talk so casually to him before this. His ears went back like that of a puppy who had just been yelled at as she said that he had scared her when she couldn't find him and that he should have come to her if he got bored, I'm sorry, it wasn't boredom that compelled me to set off on my own ma'am he said in a low voice. He did not want her thinking he would run off to wherever he wanted whenever he wanted but at the same time he did not want to tell her that he would have shown up every troop in the training grounds with his practice, he was not looking for anymore negative attention than what he got already after all. I will of course tell you where I am going in the future ma'am he said in the same low tone as he suddenly spun his blade around flinging dirt from it and then in the same fluid motion as his sword play he sheathed it at his waist.