Chapter 3
Standard Disclaimer:
I don't own Escaflowne or any of the characters or anything else copyrighted that I mention in this story.
This was made for non-profit reasons, etc, etc, etc.
Author's Notes:
I'm not very good at description of fights. Don't expect too much.
Sorry that I haven't written for so long, school and my Dilandau Shrine's been keeping me busy... You can see it out by going to my profile.
Sorry but this chapter is going to be pretty short.
"Guimel and Viole... Dallet and Gatti... Reciel and Miguel... Chesta, it seems like you're the lucky one who's sparring with me today." Dilandau smirked as he saw the blondhaired dragon slayer's body tense up. Dilandau knew himself that he was very brutal when it came to fighting. Each practice session resulted multiple scars to his partner. He refused to use fake swords during training and he never allowed any of the other dragonslayers to use them either. They didn't use fake swords during real combat so he found no reason to use at all. Never had his method led to any serious wounds and he was confident that it was going to stay that way. They didn't qualify to be in this army if they got hurt during a simple training session.
Dallet felt a twinge of jealousy as he saw Miguels's face brighten when he found out that Reciel was paired up with him. Did Miguel like her too? Gatti sensed that Dallet wasn't happy to be with him. He sent his partner a disappointed look. Dallet felt guilty, he forgot all about Gatti. He should have been glad that he was paired with him but he wasn't. He forced himslef to grin at his partner.
Miguel was indeed content with the pairings but his reasons were completely different from what Dallet thought. For the longest time, Miguel was always the one who was paired up with Dilandau-sama. He had enough cuts to prove it. It was true that he was happy to be paired up with Reciel but that was because she was a girl who looked like she had never held a sword in her life. Today, he could show Dilandau-sama what he could do. Everyone was scattered around the large area. He unsheathed his sword and waited for his partner to do the same. She gripped it tightly and faced him with a look of determination. It didn't display any feelings of nervousness as he had expected. He took his chances and swung first. Maybe that will scare her a bit. a There was a loud clang as the two swords met. He was surprised that she was able to block it. Luck... He reassured himself and took his sword away from hers to aim somewhere else. She blocked it again. Maybe she had fought before... This momentary feeling of surprise gave an opening to the female dragon slayer who pinned him against the wall with her sword. His own sword was the only thing keeping the sharp point from sinking it harder into his chest. Her thin red lips curled into a smile and she wore an expression that could only be translated as bloodlust. Miquel had never seen this side of her before. Right now, it was a test of strength. Though, it felt like him arms couldn't handle it, his shakey arms couldn't hold back much longer. How could some one of her size have so much strength in those arms? He pushed back with all his might and he was able to thrust her sword away from him. She swiftly kept her balance and shot at him again. He watched hopelessly as his sword flew out of his grip. The match was over, she had won. His head bowed in shame, when he looked up again, he saw Reciel's sword coming right at him! His eyes widened. The fight wasn't over at all.
"Stop!" He cried furiously, the sword narrowly missing his neck. "The fight's over."
"I think it's just beginning to get interesting." She replied nonchalently and swung her deadly weapon again.
This time, he couldn't dodge it completely and his shoulder was bleeding like a fountain. "Dilandau-sama!" He screamed, his only hope.
Dilandau turned his head from his own fight to see what was going on. Instantly, Dilandau interfered and stood between them blocking the attempt that could have been fatal to one of his soldiers. "What are you doing!"
She was strong but her superior was stronger and he easily knocked the sword from her hand. As soon as the sword was out of her hand, she crumpled to her knees.
"What's the matter with you?" Dilandau yelled again.
A confused look came over her face. "I-I don't know, it wasn't me..." It seemed like the world froze for a minute. All the others were watching the scene. No one cared about training, a real fight was taking place right in front of them.
Dilandau withdrew his hand back to slap her but then remembered what happened last time he did that. He didn't want her unconscious again. He just slapped the nearest 'slayer who just happened to be poor Dallet. (A/N: Why do I keep picking on him? Because I like him and that's how the story's plot goes ~.') "Gatti, take Miguel to the medical room."
"Yes sir!" He helped his fellow dragonslayer up on his feet and helped him walk.
Dilandau glared at Reciel, "I'll deal with you later." Hopefully he would have thought of something by then. He retired to his throne room. Taking it as a cue to leave, the other dragonslayers followed deserting the confused dragonslayer. Dallet glanced at her once before he left, he felt bad for leaving her by herself. He knew that what she did was wrong so he couldn't help feeling sorry for her. He fought the urge to comfort her and followed Gatti to the medical room. She might prefer to be alone for a while.
Author's Notes: Alright, it's very short. I tried not to make it too much like a cliffhanger so that it won't be too agonizing. (Believe me, I know how it feels) It' might be a while before I write more but reviews always help me write. Please, please, please review!!! Even if it's one word, I don't mind! I like to know what you guys think :) Thanks everyone!
Standard Disclaimer:
I don't own Escaflowne or any of the characters or anything else copyrighted that I mention in this story.
This was made for non-profit reasons, etc, etc, etc.
Author's Notes:
I'm not very good at description of fights. Don't expect too much.
Sorry that I haven't written for so long, school and my Dilandau Shrine's been keeping me busy... You can see it out by going to my profile.
Sorry but this chapter is going to be pretty short.
"Guimel and Viole... Dallet and Gatti... Reciel and Miguel... Chesta, it seems like you're the lucky one who's sparring with me today." Dilandau smirked as he saw the blondhaired dragon slayer's body tense up. Dilandau knew himself that he was very brutal when it came to fighting. Each practice session resulted multiple scars to his partner. He refused to use fake swords during training and he never allowed any of the other dragonslayers to use them either. They didn't use fake swords during real combat so he found no reason to use at all. Never had his method led to any serious wounds and he was confident that it was going to stay that way. They didn't qualify to be in this army if they got hurt during a simple training session.
Dallet felt a twinge of jealousy as he saw Miguels's face brighten when he found out that Reciel was paired up with him. Did Miguel like her too? Gatti sensed that Dallet wasn't happy to be with him. He sent his partner a disappointed look. Dallet felt guilty, he forgot all about Gatti. He should have been glad that he was paired with him but he wasn't. He forced himslef to grin at his partner.
Miguel was indeed content with the pairings but his reasons were completely different from what Dallet thought. For the longest time, Miguel was always the one who was paired up with Dilandau-sama. He had enough cuts to prove it. It was true that he was happy to be paired up with Reciel but that was because she was a girl who looked like she had never held a sword in her life. Today, he could show Dilandau-sama what he could do. Everyone was scattered around the large area. He unsheathed his sword and waited for his partner to do the same. She gripped it tightly and faced him with a look of determination. It didn't display any feelings of nervousness as he had expected. He took his chances and swung first. Maybe that will scare her a bit. a There was a loud clang as the two swords met. He was surprised that she was able to block it. Luck... He reassured himself and took his sword away from hers to aim somewhere else. She blocked it again. Maybe she had fought before... This momentary feeling of surprise gave an opening to the female dragon slayer who pinned him against the wall with her sword. His own sword was the only thing keeping the sharp point from sinking it harder into his chest. Her thin red lips curled into a smile and she wore an expression that could only be translated as bloodlust. Miquel had never seen this side of her before. Right now, it was a test of strength. Though, it felt like him arms couldn't handle it, his shakey arms couldn't hold back much longer. How could some one of her size have so much strength in those arms? He pushed back with all his might and he was able to thrust her sword away from him. She swiftly kept her balance and shot at him again. He watched hopelessly as his sword flew out of his grip. The match was over, she had won. His head bowed in shame, when he looked up again, he saw Reciel's sword coming right at him! His eyes widened. The fight wasn't over at all.
"Stop!" He cried furiously, the sword narrowly missing his neck. "The fight's over."
"I think it's just beginning to get interesting." She replied nonchalently and swung her deadly weapon again.
This time, he couldn't dodge it completely and his shoulder was bleeding like a fountain. "Dilandau-sama!" He screamed, his only hope.
Dilandau turned his head from his own fight to see what was going on. Instantly, Dilandau interfered and stood between them blocking the attempt that could have been fatal to one of his soldiers. "What are you doing!"
She was strong but her superior was stronger and he easily knocked the sword from her hand. As soon as the sword was out of her hand, she crumpled to her knees.
"What's the matter with you?" Dilandau yelled again.
A confused look came over her face. "I-I don't know, it wasn't me..." It seemed like the world froze for a minute. All the others were watching the scene. No one cared about training, a real fight was taking place right in front of them.
Dilandau withdrew his hand back to slap her but then remembered what happened last time he did that. He didn't want her unconscious again. He just slapped the nearest 'slayer who just happened to be poor Dallet. (A/N: Why do I keep picking on him? Because I like him and that's how the story's plot goes ~.') "Gatti, take Miguel to the medical room."
"Yes sir!" He helped his fellow dragonslayer up on his feet and helped him walk.
Dilandau glared at Reciel, "I'll deal with you later." Hopefully he would have thought of something by then. He retired to his throne room. Taking it as a cue to leave, the other dragonslayers followed deserting the confused dragonslayer. Dallet glanced at her once before he left, he felt bad for leaving her by herself. He knew that what she did was wrong so he couldn't help feeling sorry for her. He fought the urge to comfort her and followed Gatti to the medical room. She might prefer to be alone for a while.
Author's Notes: Alright, it's very short. I tried not to make it too much like a cliffhanger so that it won't be too agonizing. (Believe me, I know how it feels) It' might be a while before I write more but reviews always help me write. Please, please, please review!!! Even if it's one word, I don't mind! I like to know what you guys think :) Thanks everyone!