All was red. Red and a sea of pain. What power! so strong, and... and i lost. "I see, have it your way, my Lady. but who are y-" having exhausted all his energy, bereft of the force that had earlier empowered him, Ed fell straight to the floor into currents of agony and tides of anger and loathing on a magma world of shame. shame for loosing, for defeat. and through it all, everything underscored by one thought before he submerged into darkness. Thalos Tyridion must die. Blackness.
Ed rolled out of the cot the moment he regained consciousness. His arm had been mended and elbow relocated. in the forcewind he could sense many beings nearby and all moving and pursuing their own ends. His head was foggy and he ached between his shoulder blades and his throat felt like the sand of tatooine had been poured down his throat. on the floor a long staff lay withing his reach, which he lifted and felt with his finger. It was a simple staff with no carving and only a single glyph carved in the head. " I was told to bring that to you, but you had not woken yet." said a voice from behind him. "don't thank me, your life is about to become hell, if your being trained by who I think you are. I wouldn't get cute with her either, if I were you."
Having said his piece he turned and walked away. Edard gripped the pole and began walking toward a bright point in the current and immediately barked his shins on a box in front of him. "Thats what the stick is for, cadet... use your head, or lose it. your choice." said a voice to his right, which happened to be a swirling vortex of anger, distrust and self pity in his inner eye.
a sudden searing pain between shoulder blades like a bolt of lightening punching him from behind. he staggard foreward, tripping and split the side of his head on a wooden footlocker. " Watch were your going cripple. upperclassmen have the right of way, and your not even an apprentice yet, cadet. remember that or you might just slip on the next staircase you climb."
Ed gasped for air, and stood with his shoulders squared. "for an upperclassman you sure are a coward, to strike a blind person from behind. which technically is a strategic move and if I though for a moment you had planned it that way i wouldn't have cared. Good strategy should be rewarded, but your just a case of bad manners. what is your name thug, they'll want something to put on your grave..." now that ed was focused he was fully aware that his attacker wasn't alone. he had the help of two flunkies who were currently coming up on either side, thinking to catch him unaware since he was blind. Ed let them get closer to within about five feet. with a flourish Ed jabbed the floor spike of his staff into the left knee of his left hand assailant. before the boy had time to scream he reversed his momentum and thrust his staff into the solar-plexus of his right-hand assailant who promptly collapsed into a blithering, spluttering, gasping mess on the floor. turning back to the upperclassman he was just about to say something when he caught a staggering right hook to his jaw, followed by body shots to his kidneys and an abusive kick to his sternum that sent him three or four feet over a bunk, and onto a cold well polished floor. with his ears ringing and bleeding from his nose he stood up and unconsciously reached out to his staff, witch slithered over the floor to him. no one in the room was moving now except the upperclassman and the flunky who had taken the blow to the knee.
How can he walk i pierced his leg? is it a fake leg? although he could sense the young man moving forward, he only sensed one leg. "well that makes sense." he said to himself. then to the others "Come get some!"
