Spin Moon Magic
Who: The Baron and Carrot
What: A meeting of minds and blades, potentially
Where: The Balaz/DeTamble Residence
When: After dinner, Aug. 30th 2011
Rating: PG-13
Status: Closed/Incomplete
For the past week, the east patio had been transformed by night: after dinner Byron would carry out a heavy weapons rack and tutor members of the Night Watch in whatever weapon suited them most. Off to one end, a line drawn for fencing; at another a sniper's mat laid out. Leaving Alba to take care of the dishes, Byron Balaz drew a saber from the rack, stepping swiftly through the different stances and guards as a warm-up, the blade cutting a glimmering silver arc in they reflected light of the east wing gazebo.
Confident that no one could see, he moved faster than any normal human should--blurring from place to place, strike to strike. In some ways pretending to be human this way was harder than any other way he'd encountered yet, constantly checking his own power, holding back when the instinct was to follow through with all of the strength he possessed. In the back of his mind was the vague hope that perhaps Captain Ironfoundersson would be an opponent worthy of letting loose a little, even if it meant betraying the man's suspicions further than he already had.
What: A meeting of minds and blades, potentially
Where: The Balaz/DeTamble Residence
When: After dinner, Aug. 30th 2011
Rating: PG-13
Status: Closed/Incomplete
For the past week, the east patio had been transformed by night: after dinner Byron would carry out a heavy weapons rack and tutor members of the Night Watch in whatever weapon suited them most. Off to one end, a line drawn for fencing; at another a sniper's mat laid out. Leaving Alba to take care of the dishes, Byron Balaz drew a saber from the rack, stepping swiftly through the different stances and guards as a warm-up, the blade cutting a glimmering silver arc in they reflected light of the east wing gazebo.
Confident that no one could see, he moved faster than any normal human should--blurring from place to place, strike to strike. In some ways pretending to be human this way was harder than any other way he'd encountered yet, constantly checking his own power, holding back when the instinct was to follow through with all of the strength he possessed. In the back of his mind was the vague hope that perhaps Captain Ironfoundersson would be an opponent worthy of letting loose a little, even if it meant betraying the man's suspicions further than he already had.