11-28-2014, 07:37 PM
"Dismissed"
Atelos got up his aura dying down. His face was a blank slate however he had a flurry of feelings inside of him. Pyromancy…I knew Shang was more skilled than I thought…Sly, cunning, strong, and has magic. Not a good combination. Atelos got up realizing he overestimated his own skills and his equipment as he hazily glanced to the floor, seeing the broken hilt of his old sword. He kicked it to the side completely ignoring it with the shattered pieces disappearing into the ground. Atelos' face was blank but inside it was killing him. He couldn't believe that he was the one who was brought to submission. His mind was plagued by the sight of the sword tip at his neck. He was always on the other end of the sword. Shang walked to the Spartan and extended his hand.
"That was quite a fight," he peered over and smiled. "I believe we put up quite the show for our…less impressive comrades."
Atelos looked around and noticed that the other trainees had stopped their sparring to view their brawl. He looked at the extended hand and his pride said not to shake it, conflicted with his own warrior's code of respect. With a little hesitation he shook Shang's hand. "You were quite impressive. I would hate to be your enemy, for that would be a glorious fight. You are one to test my skill, as well as my sword." He chuckled for a second revealing slight amount of disappointment and shame in his eyes before covering it up with his warrior's pride. He then let go of the Sorcerer's hand and quickly put his shield over his back. He turned around and noticed the ongoing conversations between the sparring partners, which were most likely not focused on themselves.
Atelos was about to say something witty to Shang but was interrupted by the Trainer. "Alright everyone, nothing to see here. Go on your merry way." Atelos walked away with Shang, both with bruised bodies, and one with a bruised spirit. Atelos and Shang both walked, along with the rest of their squadron, to their quarters. Atelos without a word to Shang, went to his "bed" awaiting for his assignment later that night. He walked and took of his armor and his helm revealing the extent of his bruising. He cursorily glanced at the massive purple bruise on his ribcage and dismissed it. He then lay on his share and just stared at the ceiling contemplating his new life. He sat over what went wrong in the battle and promised to learn from it.
Shang however didn't wish to go to his bunk to early. He seemed to be in a better mood until he saw his companions from earlier. They permanent scowls and whiney complaints seemed to pierce through his skull. He quickly went away from his bunkmates to the furthest wall possible and began to continue his reminiscence of Paris and the luxuries he enjoyed back at Earth.
However, one thing they both heard was the "hushed" whispers of their training group telling everyone about the two primes sparring. Atelos' aura, still soft was now turning a slight pink at the remembrance of his defeat.
"Did you hear about the Spartan and the Chinese?…The Spartan totally kicked ass!…But the Chinese guy had him at the very end…" Atelos was now very irritable and now closed his eyes attempting to sleep while the rest of the squadron was talking about the fight the two just had.
"The Spartan's sword was shattered! You know what isn't hardly dented? His shield. You should go touch it!" The idiot group that had annoyed Shang had said. Their giggles and whispers resembled a teenage group of girls who were gossiping about boys. One of the foolish soldiers came up to Atelos to check if he was sleeping, sure enough his eyes were closed and his breathing steady. He let out a slight giggle and picked up the Spartan's shield and took a great look at it. He put it on his arm and he turned to his friends for a look of approval. Although the received it at first, his friends had a panicked look on their faces. The boy had a confused look on his face and turned to put the shield away when he faced the six-foot Spartan. The Spartan ripped the shield away from the boy and grabbed him by his hand forcing him to stay there.
"In my country we do what we need to do to win the war and become a good soldier. Whether it would be to steal food or to steal a weapon it was fine unless you got caught." His sour mood was finally being lifted and he let out a small smile. Well you didn't steal but you dishonored my weapon. He paused just long enough to let out a grin on his face. And you got caught. His gauntlet ignited searing the young boy's hands forcing him to emit a painful scream. After a brief period of time he let go revealing that the boy now had 2 fingers on his left hand. A thumb and the deformed melted mesh of flesh and bone. The boy ran and went over to his friends seeking comfort in numbers. Atelos let out a slight chuckled, met in unison with Shang's. He glanced over to see the Sorcerer laughing at the opposite end of the room witnessing everything that had happened.
Meeting up with the Trainer at 2000, the squadron all lined up waiting for instructions. The trainer then split the group into four. He told two squads to watch the walls, one squad to be prepared awaiting instructions at the gate, and one reconnaissance. Of course, Atleos and Shang were in the same squad. As they departed Shang glanced at Atelos who gave him no mind. Departing with a few other soldiers the Trainer called out to Atelos, "Try and not to burn anyone else's fingers Atelos." A wide grin appeared on his face and he kept on walking.
Walking beyond the walls the squad had found nothing for a large period of time. The large awkwardness of the two warriors was tangible and caused the squad great discomfort. As they ventured further into the forest the group had seen some shadows. As the group got closer the shadows had turned into a legion armored skeletons.
"The undead are organizing," the squad leader had said. "FALL BACK! WE MUST INFORM THE WALLS!" The rest of the squad flew running behind Atelos while he just stood there. Shang was falling back, with less hurry but paused to see Atelos standing there, his aura turning into three swords. The first skeleton came swinging at him, which he easily dodged and beat with his fist. He took out his shield and looked at the Sorcerer.
"Are you going to help me or are you going to stand there like a pansy? " Atelos' grinned and turned facing the horde or skeletons. This is what he was trained for.
Atelos got up his aura dying down. His face was a blank slate however he had a flurry of feelings inside of him. Pyromancy…I knew Shang was more skilled than I thought…Sly, cunning, strong, and has magic. Not a good combination. Atelos got up realizing he overestimated his own skills and his equipment as he hazily glanced to the floor, seeing the broken hilt of his old sword. He kicked it to the side completely ignoring it with the shattered pieces disappearing into the ground. Atelos' face was blank but inside it was killing him. He couldn't believe that he was the one who was brought to submission. His mind was plagued by the sight of the sword tip at his neck. He was always on the other end of the sword. Shang walked to the Spartan and extended his hand.
"That was quite a fight," he peered over and smiled. "I believe we put up quite the show for our…less impressive comrades."
Atelos looked around and noticed that the other trainees had stopped their sparring to view their brawl. He looked at the extended hand and his pride said not to shake it, conflicted with his own warrior's code of respect. With a little hesitation he shook Shang's hand. "You were quite impressive. I would hate to be your enemy, for that would be a glorious fight. You are one to test my skill, as well as my sword." He chuckled for a second revealing slight amount of disappointment and shame in his eyes before covering it up with his warrior's pride. He then let go of the Sorcerer's hand and quickly put his shield over his back. He turned around and noticed the ongoing conversations between the sparring partners, which were most likely not focused on themselves.
Atelos was about to say something witty to Shang but was interrupted by the Trainer. "Alright everyone, nothing to see here. Go on your merry way." Atelos walked away with Shang, both with bruised bodies, and one with a bruised spirit. Atelos and Shang both walked, along with the rest of their squadron, to their quarters. Atelos without a word to Shang, went to his "bed" awaiting for his assignment later that night. He walked and took of his armor and his helm revealing the extent of his bruising. He cursorily glanced at the massive purple bruise on his ribcage and dismissed it. He then lay on his share and just stared at the ceiling contemplating his new life. He sat over what went wrong in the battle and promised to learn from it.
Shang however didn't wish to go to his bunk to early. He seemed to be in a better mood until he saw his companions from earlier. They permanent scowls and whiney complaints seemed to pierce through his skull. He quickly went away from his bunkmates to the furthest wall possible and began to continue his reminiscence of Paris and the luxuries he enjoyed back at Earth.
However, one thing they both heard was the "hushed" whispers of their training group telling everyone about the two primes sparring. Atelos' aura, still soft was now turning a slight pink at the remembrance of his defeat.
"Did you hear about the Spartan and the Chinese?…The Spartan totally kicked ass!…But the Chinese guy had him at the very end…" Atelos was now very irritable and now closed his eyes attempting to sleep while the rest of the squadron was talking about the fight the two just had.
"The Spartan's sword was shattered! You know what isn't hardly dented? His shield. You should go touch it!" The idiot group that had annoyed Shang had said. Their giggles and whispers resembled a teenage group of girls who were gossiping about boys. One of the foolish soldiers came up to Atelos to check if he was sleeping, sure enough his eyes were closed and his breathing steady. He let out a slight giggle and picked up the Spartan's shield and took a great look at it. He put it on his arm and he turned to his friends for a look of approval. Although the received it at first, his friends had a panicked look on their faces. The boy had a confused look on his face and turned to put the shield away when he faced the six-foot Spartan. The Spartan ripped the shield away from the boy and grabbed him by his hand forcing him to stay there.
"In my country we do what we need to do to win the war and become a good soldier. Whether it would be to steal food or to steal a weapon it was fine unless you got caught." His sour mood was finally being lifted and he let out a small smile. Well you didn't steal but you dishonored my weapon. He paused just long enough to let out a grin on his face. And you got caught. His gauntlet ignited searing the young boy's hands forcing him to emit a painful scream. After a brief period of time he let go revealing that the boy now had 2 fingers on his left hand. A thumb and the deformed melted mesh of flesh and bone. The boy ran and went over to his friends seeking comfort in numbers. Atelos let out a slight chuckled, met in unison with Shang's. He glanced over to see the Sorcerer laughing at the opposite end of the room witnessing everything that had happened.
Meeting up with the Trainer at 2000, the squadron all lined up waiting for instructions. The trainer then split the group into four. He told two squads to watch the walls, one squad to be prepared awaiting instructions at the gate, and one reconnaissance. Of course, Atleos and Shang were in the same squad. As they departed Shang glanced at Atelos who gave him no mind. Departing with a few other soldiers the Trainer called out to Atelos, "Try and not to burn anyone else's fingers Atelos." A wide grin appeared on his face and he kept on walking.
Walking beyond the walls the squad had found nothing for a large period of time. The large awkwardness of the two warriors was tangible and caused the squad great discomfort. As they ventured further into the forest the group had seen some shadows. As the group got closer the shadows had turned into a legion armored skeletons.
"The undead are organizing," the squad leader had said. "FALL BACK! WE MUST INFORM THE WALLS!" The rest of the squad flew running behind Atelos while he just stood there. Shang was falling back, with less hurry but paused to see Atelos standing there, his aura turning into three swords. The first skeleton came swinging at him, which he easily dodged and beat with his fist. He took out his shield and looked at the Sorcerer.
"Are you going to help me or are you going to stand there like a pansy? " Atelos' grinned and turned facing the horde or skeletons. This is what he was trained for.
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