Nikola Ticon
Angel from Hell
They had already fallen into a rhythm, and it was one Nikola allowed himself to become immersed in for a short while, noting each movement of the wooden blade and how it connected with the other just so. The part of swordplay he was at once fascinated and bored with were the exact technicalities. He was fascinated with how one single movement could make or break the fight, but such a theory only interested him so long as it was put into practice. So he decided to up the ante a bit, combining all aspects of what saber forms he could recall from his training, making them work for him rather than the other way around, as was traditionally expected. The blade was his own tool, after all.
It wasn't difficult to tell the other was holding back, and he had a feeling his offensive was only going to last so long as was decided by his opponent. But he didn't let that doubt translate into his form, keeping his stance and movements firm and purposeful, though there was a certain guarded touch to them that hadn't been present before. He was dealing with a more experienced fighter, that much was evident, but he wanted to know just how far that experience extended.
[member="Sheyh Kehl"], [member="Krux Mullarus"], [member="Joza Perl"]
It wasn't difficult to tell the other was holding back, and he had a feeling his offensive was only going to last so long as was decided by his opponent. But he didn't let that doubt translate into his form, keeping his stance and movements firm and purposeful, though there was a certain guarded touch to them that hadn't been present before. He was dealing with a more experienced fighter, that much was evident, but he wanted to know just how far that experience extended.
[member="Sheyh Kehl"], [member="Krux Mullarus"], [member="Joza Perl"]