[closed]I will be king! (of swordsmanship)

[Jarad]

The noise of wood on wood could be heard throughout the streets. Jango was dueling another person with wooden swords. Jango spun around and blocked the attack with his wooden sword. Even though Jango has studied how to fight with two swords, and even with three swords, he has only been able to fight with one sword. In order to become the greatest swordsman in the world, he had to learn how to fight with three swords. A style of fighting that is almost lost to this world.

Jango sighed as his wooden sword hit his opponent on the head. "Looks like I win again." He said to his opponent. He got a grumble in return as his opponent walked away. At first it had been hard to win a duel, but after he got the hang of it, and learned that every time he lost it was very painful, he was able to get better and better until he was the best fighter among the area of the town he lived in. He yawned as he wiped his brow of sweat and walked over to a bench and sat down.

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Raziel watched the sword fights within the crowd, watching as they toyed around with the pathetic weapons. There was no sport in using wooden swords, so Raziel didn't even try to join the competition, there was little need to join a kid's game. White hair cascaded down his shoulders and over his black cloak that wrapped around his body, concealing his body beneath it. Dark skin wrapped around his entire body as his dark pointed ears protruded from the locks of white, easily giving away what he was. Silver eyes stared ahead at the childish fight going on before him when his ears twitched to another sound.

Standing up from the bench, his head turned as his gloved fingers slide into his cloak, shifting it aside as his hand rested upon the sword his father had given him. The hilt held a sapphire upon the bottom and was wrapped in a gold cloth. As his eyes surveyed the area, the rest of the people continued to watch the fight, unaware of what was going on. Perhaps it was cause most of them were humans, their senses dulled by their ignorance. Moving through the crowd, he got a few scolds from people for getting in the way, but Raziel could have cared less. Slowly drawing to wards the nearby gate, his ears picked up the rumbling of a fight and without hesitation, his sword was drawn just as the gate busted open.

A man claded in armor slide across the ground and rested a few feet in front of Raz while a large armadillo moved through the hole, making it bigger as its claws inched to ward the injuried man. Again without hesitation and ready for an almost impossible fight, Raziel slide forward as he shouted out, "Someone get this man to safety!" Honestly he could have cared less, but with the body there it could have proven difficult to fight a creature two times his own size.

[Jarad]

Jango heard the noise of a gate being blown open, and instently went to help. He wouldn't be much help, but since one of his wooden swords was actully just a sheath for a real sword, he wouldn't need to be useless. Instead of attacking the beast head on he went to help the man tha fell to the ground. Thats when he noticed the Drow.

Jango started to move the man when a few more people came to see what the cammotion was. A few of them helped the injured man out, but one of them went for Jango. "Jango! Come on, this is no place for a kid to be." HE said as he grabbed Jango, luckily, since Jango was a small boy, he was able to slip out of the man's grasp and, after unsheathing his sword, went to see if the drow needed assistance.

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Staring at the armadillo before him, Raz already knew this fight would be an interesting one at best and since his group seemed to be off doing...whatever it was they did, he was basically on his own. Standing in front of the beast, his sword began to glow a soft green as his magic began to weave into the metal. The beast stood on its hind legs, claws raising as it readied a strike. Plotting his course of action, Raziel did nothing and as the claws began to fall, his left arm rose and out of no where a green shield appeared upon his arm, the claws bashing against the shield protecting Raz easily. Giving a heavy grunt, he shoved the claws off and slide forward. His sword was going to have to be accurate in order to piece the armor of the beast so his first attack slide up one of the armor plates. Twising his blade, he slide himself up against the beast's body and his left hand grabbed the handle, pulling his sword out. The piece of armor of the beast began to rip from its body and was tossed carelessly to the ground, a few sparks of blood following, however it wasn't enough to open a good point to kill it.

The beast backed up and heaved a claw to wards Raz, though he couldn't react fast enough as it tossed him aside like a rag doll. Rolling along the ground, his sword lodged itself into the dirt and tore from his hands, the green glow around it quickly leaving. Hitting a nearby building, his eyes opened and stared at the boy that seemed eager to fight. A gentle laugh pushed through his lips as he got back onto his feet and stared at the beast as it was quite angry from his single attack. "Alright, since you're eager to help, do whatever it takes, just remember one thing, don't get hit," he laughed carelessly. Raz could have cared less what happened to the boy, he merely wanted the fight and as he stood there, his hand began to glow green and a sword began to erect from his fingers, the same green color the shield was. Gliding up to his father's sword, he snatched it in his left hand and moved back into battle...

[Jarad]

The armadillo turned its attentions to Jango. Jango watched as the beast's claw came down towards him. As it came down, Jango rolled to the side, and with outstanding accuracy, jumped towards the beast's claw and, by pure chance, pierced through the weaker parts of the armor on the Armadillo's claw. (If thats alright)

Seeing as the beast's strength was far greater then his, he quickly pulled out his sword and jumped away, avoiding being thrown into the air by the beasts raw strength. Jango, being small and nimble, was able to dodge the Armadillo's attacks one by one. Though he wasn't able to get another chance to strike the beast, he was quick enough to avoid the attacks. Except for the last one, that sent him flying towards a building. His sword landing inches away from him.

[Tillibleeboorgleenet]

The young kender hadn’t been by Raz’s side as he shifted through the crowd, instead her tiny hands had started filling with useless items; jewelry, potatoes, someone’s sheath of a blade. And just as lazuli eyes narrowed in, shimmering and glistening over her newest item; a red and orange feather plucked from that of a travelers trousers; she had heard a commotion. Oh now this would be interesting indeed, she simply could not miss it; whatever it was exactly. So with daft movements the kender female made way through the crowd above her petite and shortened form; pushing, shoving, kicking at ankles to simply get through and take a peek. It was Raziel and some other little fellow, wonder if he has a height issue too.. Hm, no time to think about that, what was going o-- Ooooooooooooo, an armadillo! This was certainly going to be a good story to tell the others! A giggle and leap forward Tilli glared at the large beast, her hoopak clutched within tiny fingers grasp.
“Hi there!” Her voice was loud, high-pitched, and simply feminine. Then there was a sword on the ground in front of herself, it certainly was pretty, quickly the kender looked around for it’s owner; when none was to be found; due to him being tossed away from the sword; her free hand grasped hold of and clutched to the metallic weapon.

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The boy was indeed a good distraction and watching as he managed to get a lucky shot off on the claw, it caused Raz to chuckle. Turning around, he moved up the wall using his swords and as he reached the rooftop, the green sword began to light up as another voice ripped through the air. It was Tilli and he gave a heavy huff as the beast turned its attention on her. Rolling his eyes, he tossed his green sword that quickly turned into an arrow, yet it didn't move like one. Zipping around the beast, it slide up its rear and the beast gave out a yowl in pure agonizing pain. Giving a sharp whistle, the beast's attention quickly moved to Raz as Raziel held his blade in both hands, the tip facing the ground. Little hesitation filled him when the beast was face to face with him and he jumped from the rooftop, sword raised over head. The armadillo's claw began to swipe across the ground, but it was too late as the tip of the sword drove into the beast's forehead. Continuing his fall, the sword rammed into the ground and the beast fell heavily with it.

Prying his sword out from the skull, he moved his left hand into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief as he began to wipe the blade clean of the blood. Clearly the crowd was clapping at the victory, but Raz didn't care if they were even booing him. Sheathing his sword, he moved to wards Tilli and snatched the sword from her, "Do you remember the last time you had a sharp object?" he questioned with with a gentle smile. Patting Tilli on the head with his free hand, he moved to wards the boy and held the sword hand out to him, "You have the makings of a swordsman, but don't like that go to your head, cause when you let it do that, you'll be dead." It didn't matter if it was true or not, it was the same thing his father told him each time he had won and it was the one thing he followed.

[Jarad]

Jango staggered up he coughed a little and watched as raziel finished off the beast. He had noticed the little girl had taken his sword and he wondered if she would give it back. doubtful. He thought to himself. He walked to wards her, but saw that Raziel had gotten his sword back and had handed it to him. "Thank you." He said as he got back his sword. He then heard what Raziel was saying. "I never do, one should have a level head as well as a steady hand in order to win a fight." He said to Raziel. "At least, thats what I think." He sheathed his sword and put it back on his belt. "You where amazing." He said to Raziel at last. He knew it would be rude, but he couldn't resist remarking on the Drow's swordsmanship.

[Tillibleeboorgleenet]

Tilli simply reached outward to the sword that was no her property as Raz took it from her small grasp. "Hey now Raz you've already got one of those! I was just going to make it shinier!" Then wispy brows furrowed, and those almond shaped eyes of hers narrowed in on the boy whom Raz now offered her sword to. " Not fair Raz! That's mine! How dare you! " With a stomp of her left foot, and slobbering like noise she blew a raspberry at the other man. And then the dead animal came into her view, slowly she inched her way to it; squealing, giggling, and clapping like a retard at a disco...
"It's sooo biiiiiiiig!" With a frolic like step she moved between the two males exchanging words, something about sword honor or the what not. After traveling around with the drow for so long, things like this were already implanted into her mind. "CAN WE KEEP IT!?" All the kender could think about now was showing off the massive creature to friends, and other kender alike.

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Giving a laugh at Tilli's antics of him taking the sword, he said nothing for she was just throwing a small fit that would be over in a few seconds. And as he had thought, it was. Her mind was always moving, always looking for something else, it was a wonder that she managed to follow him around this far. Staring at the boy, he gave a firm nod, "Than perhaps I'll see you in a real competition in a few years," he mused at the boy's words. Than how he noted he was amazing, he shrugged it off as his eyes focused on the happy kender before him.

She wanted to keep something and there was only one thing he could think of that she'd want to keep, the armadillo. Patting her head, he gave a laugh, "Oh, sure, but you'll have to carry it if you want to keep it, you know how it goes," he stated. There was no way he was going to carry THAT, which he was now proud of his little rule for the kender, if she wanted something, she'd have to carry it. Made life easier for him, but she would indeed try to carry it like a fool and he would have to listen to her complain. Perhaps it was a good thing she was cute...for a kender at least.

Shifting his gaze to the crowd, his eyes glared and he barked out, "Move along already! The armadillo is dead, no more show so go back to your business." He wasn't very kind when people continued to gawk, as if they had never seen something like that. Perhaps they didn't, but Raz didn't care, for he just didn't like people staring at his work, for this is what he did, he fought for a living and survival. Looking back at the kender, he laughed, "And if you want a sword, go take one of the wooden ones, those are less sharp and you'll less likely hurt yourself," or others around you, he finished his words in his head.

[Jarad]

Jango chuckled a little at the antics of the little girl. He sighed, "Well then," The clicking noise of a sword being sheathed was heard throughout the area as Jango sheathed his sword. "Who are you two? If I may ask." He said to the two. He wasn't quite sure what to say to them, then he remembered, "O! Where are my manners? I am Jango." He said to the other two with a bow. He yawned as he heard Raziel snap at everyone who was staring at his work. Touchy person isn't he? but then he seems really kind to that girl. Odd really. He thought to himself.

[Tillibleeboorgleenet]

With a firm nod to the words Raz had spoken to her, and a look of determination the small kender female hitched up both of her sleeves, then made way over to the large armadillo. Afterwards her short arms twisted around the end of it’s massive tail, and with firm stance into the ground below her, and a deep pull of air she tugged onto the creature.
“Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh!” Again there was another deep breath. “Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeave.” Wispy, but some how perfectly shaped brows furrowed as she once again yanked onto the gigantic tail.
“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-- OH RAZ can I really!?” The boisterous female then leapt up, clutched her sizable hoopak and waddled her way back over to the mingling men folk.
“I’ve already got two but I’m sure a third one will do just wonderfully, don’t you think?” Upon the question of her name the young kender escorted herself once again between the two, taller; by a lot; men, and offered a tiny hand to the younger of the two.
“The names Tillibleeboorgleenet! I’ve no last name, simply because I’ve forgotten in young… sir… thing.” Her nose wrinkled, why were they still here talking to this boy!? There was simply no reason to it, many--- ooooooooo… Without even grasping the beings hand she wandered off into the crowd once more, the only proof of her moving around was the jutted weapon she carried around on her person.

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Watching Tilli, he couldn't believe she was actually going to try and take that thing with them. She had heart, but she was perhaps a little insane too, but she was amusing to keep around...not that he had any other choice in the matter anyways. And again her mind wondered off at the wooden sword comment and he laughed and shook his head slowly. Tilli has issuses, but it made her an interesting companion. Letting his eyes rest upon Jango, he smirked at the name and before he could speak, Tilli spoke up. Again he pattered her black hair before letting his hand fall as she ran off looking for god knows what. "You can simply call her Tilli, its easier to remember, and you can call me Raziel," he stated in a soft introduction.

His eyes followed Tilli, watching the bouncing hoopak in the crowd and already knowing her sticky fingers were grabbing whatever they pleased. A sigh passed his lips as his eyes came to settle back on the boy, "Excuse me, I have to make sure she doesn't get herself thrown in jail," he stated as he began to follow her into the crowd, "again." It was amazing how many times she put herself in jail and even though she could easily get herself out, he was always stuck paying for her bail money. Quite annoying if you were to ask him.

[Jarad]

Jango laughed a little at the remark involving jail. "Is she a Kendra?" He asked Raziel. He watched as the girl walked through the crowds, and also as Raziel walked away. He walked after the man. He noticed that after Raziel left the area, people started to swarm around the Armadillo. They where making remarks about the dead creature and the man who killed it.
(Sorry its short >.<)

[Tillibleeboorgleenet]

Upon reaching the item that found her attention, and grasping hold of it she continued to move around through the large crowd of people; whom after noticing Raziels departure moved in on the armadillo that Tilli had tried to drag with her. Unfortunately that had not worked, but the story would be a wonderful one! She’d just have to make sure to leave that little bratty boy out of it. Almost frolicking now she continued on her marry way, the collection in her hands, and the pouches attached onto her belt grew and grew, rubies here, bread there; well it did have this very accurate portrait of some mans face whom she couldn’t quite recall, she’d figure it out eventually; until she reached a very large, very hovering man…
His boots, black, his britches, black, his shirt, black. The kender tilted her head to the left as she continued upward, scoping out the massive size of the man in front of her. Boy he did not look happy. Suppose he had stepped in a large pile of horse stool, she’d not be a happy kender either if she had done that; once before the stool almost engulfed her wee sized foot it had, but the darling Raziel had heard her squeals and saved her from an unfortunate and untimely death. Not like death was a bad thing anyway, it was simply another place to travel!---- the man coughed.
“You’ve stolen my boys compass have you?” His voice was booming, loud, and almost earth shattering. Maybe he had a cold? Awful business those things were---- “Return it and I won’t report you to the authorities thief.” Now Tilli was no thief indeed!
“I’ll have you know that this here shiny object I hold in my hand was simply lost, and I found it.” Tiny digits clutched about the wooden shaft of her hoopak, as if readying herself to fight. “And I am certainly not a thief my good man! I find things that have been lost, there is no crime in that! Now! On your way jolly porker!” Her back straightened, chest puffed outward, and facial expressions went stern. Even as the large man pulled forth and overly larger axe.