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

Lucas could see that she was beyond nervous maybe she was even terrified to be around him so openly, if she had been surrounded by supporters or he was a little smaller maybe she wouldn't think him to me some kind of crazy monster determined to eat her. As she wondered if he could hear her heart beating so fast he could indeed, he could hear every movement and little sound around him thanks to these lupine ears of his. It was not a great ability though for it meant he could hear every dark comment or insult about him as he passed by the people whispering them, no one had ever come out right and said it to his face as well who would be stupid enough to try something like that against a demon he wondered. His thoughts were pushed away though as Nicole the human female who had been placed under began to speak after a little while, seemed like he would have to wait with her each time so she could muster up the courage just to tell him what to do. If that was indeed the case he was going to get bored rather quickly with her, he needed something more than a frightened woman even if he did respect her for being the first human to actually offer a hand and nice words to him. He nodded as she said that he would not do much today as he didn't know enough about their drills and battle plans to participate with the others, he assumed that was just an excuse to keep him from people but he nodded nonetheless. As she now said to come find her when he was done for the day he nodded again and turned away from her, he was not going to just sit around and watch of course but nor was he going to break the rules. At first he crouched on the ground watching their drills, the spear work was sloppy as the majority weren't strong enough to thrust it forward and pull it back quickly, they could do it but it was slow work. He said nothing as he turned his eyes over to the jousting section, it was small but it was there he could see two women riding towards each other at full speed with their lances ready. It seemed that cavalry would be their strong suit he thought to himself as he heard the splitting of wood and the cry of victory from the woman who barely managed to stay on her horse. The sword work they showed against wooden dummies was shoddy at best, it was better than the spear work but if they went against a well trained sword unit they would be crushed. He sighed after watching for a little while and knew that if he participated in this he would be accused of showing off and then driven away by the knights. Unlike them he still held no title, when they signed him up there was no knight title for him there wasn't even a soldier title for him which meant if he died there would be no record of his existence. He stood from his position slowly and then walked towards the back area, he figured once he got behind the barracks or something big he could practice by himself until it was all done. Once he managed to get back there the sound of metal being drawn was quite apparent and a wicked blade came out, unlike the straight long swords most used his held a curved tip similar to a scimitar. All of the weight was in the tip to deliver powerful slashing and cutting attacks, the blade wasn't even finished it was just a bit sharp thing with no decorations and no hilt, he just held it like it was the perfect fit in his hand now. His breathing slowed as he took a step forward and then slashed downwards suddenly, the sound of his blade whistled through the air violently making him smile. His father had once been called master of the wind for that was all you heard before you died, Lucas never had such an ability though even as he trained under him day after day to make himself strong. So all he could do is practice more and more everyday until he became stronger, while his thoughts swirled and collided with each other his body would move. His movements fluid and quick unlike the majority of beings his size, he never paused each movement of his blade set up another attack one that could kill on contact. He had no desire to capture a demon if he fought one he would kill it without regret, the sound of his cutting filled the air behind the barracks like an untamed song waiting to explode out more. His chest plate and sword glinted in the light that was barely there now, his fur caked with bits of sweat and his breathing a bit hard, he should have returned to find the female called Nicole but he had gotten lost in training. He thrust the blade forward then drove himself to the side with an elbow aimed at an imaginary opponent. It was something that his father had taught him shadow fighting, you imagine an opponent to fight and move accordingly, of course the person he imagined was his father. The elbow seemed to connect smoothly to anyone watching but Lucas fell to his knee's clutching at his stomach, he had envisioned that the elbow would connect but with the shoulder leaving his father open to gut him like a fish and he saw such images quite vividly.