Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"
Braze moved alone within the training court, white hair stirring softly with each turn of his body, the pale line of his blade casting clean light across old stone and newly restored walls. The air sang with that familiar hum of his chalcedony teal saber, as he stepped through the forms with poetic precision…
Each motion flowed into the next as though the sequence had long since settled into his bones. A cut became a guard, a guard unwound into a pivot, and that pivot carried him into another angle entirely.
When, at last, Braze came to stillness, his saber remained ignited in his hand, angled low beside him, as Jade-green eyes lifted from the stone before him and turned outward, as though he had already felt the presence of any onlookers lingering near the edge of the court.
A faint smile touched his mouth… small, and almost knowing, edged with just enough pride to invite trouble.
"Watching is well enough," he said, voice carrying cleanly through the courtyard, "but understanding the blade from a distance is another matter entirely."
"If you wish to test your skill, then come forward." The smile deepened by a hair, bright with that little spark of excitement that combat so often drew from him.
"Do not be shy. I welcome the challenge."
He angled the blade upward then, bringing it before him in a poised salute, fashioned in an elegant and formal makashi style.
Each motion flowed into the next as though the sequence had long since settled into his bones. A cut became a guard, a guard unwound into a pivot, and that pivot carried him into another angle entirely.
When, at last, Braze came to stillness, his saber remained ignited in his hand, angled low beside him, as Jade-green eyes lifted from the stone before him and turned outward, as though he had already felt the presence of any onlookers lingering near the edge of the court.
A faint smile touched his mouth… small, and almost knowing, edged with just enough pride to invite trouble.
"Watching is well enough," he said, voice carrying cleanly through the courtyard, "but understanding the blade from a distance is another matter entirely."
"If you wish to test your skill, then come forward." The smile deepened by a hair, bright with that little spark of excitement that combat so often drew from him.
"Do not be shy. I welcome the challenge."
He angled the blade upward then, bringing it before him in a poised salute, fashioned in an elegant and formal makashi style.