I'm back again with another chapter. Its nice to know that people are enjoying my story. I know people who write their own fics are no doubt busy with their own stuff but unless someone more or less directly tells you should stop I think people should at least try to see their fics through. Anyway on with the show:
Chapter 16: Practice time.
"Umph!"
Caleb was knocked hard to the floor. He quickly rolled to the left narrowly avoiding a sword slash aimed at his throat. He got to his feet and was instantly on the offensive his sword striking hard at the amateur wielders weak points. The top of the blade to throw it off balance and when the time was right a well, placed swing to the hilt would knock it out of the users hand.
Clash!
"Like so.
Caleb swung around and placed his blade about an inch away from his 'opponents throat.
"How do you keep doing that?" Will angrily asked in a baffled tone. The group had been practicing for the past two hours and during Will and Caleb's sparring rounds that was the third time he'd managed to knock her sword out of her hand.
"Practice." Caleb replied simply.
"In my line of work armed combat is necessity." He explained.
"Lets go again," Caleb said going into a duelling pose a few feet away from Will.
Will charged at Caleb. Her sword struck his near the top of the blade knocking it down. Caleb rotated his wrist to bring his blade in front of his chest in time to guard another blow to the chest. And endured several blows against his sword has he slowly rose to his feet.
"Your doing it again," He warned has Will hammered her sword into his.
"C'mon Will! I told you a dozen times already!" Caleb scolded.
"Let the sword guide your balance!"
Will took a step back giving Caleb a chance to strike. He lunged forward with his blade and will 'stepped off to the right. He came at her again his blade once again blocked by hers.
"Better!" He cried has he felt her blows get more aggressive and focused. She swung aiming for the hilt of his sword nearly knocking it out of his hand.
"Better! Keep it up!"
Her attacks wee getting faster and faster now. Until;
Clash!
Caleb looked in shock at his "sword which had been knocked out of his grasp. He then turned his head to look up the blade of the sword to its wielder who was grinning smugly.
"Not bad huh?" Will smiled.
"Yeah not bad," Caleb replied nervously.
"I think that's enough practice for now anyway." He decided.
"We better get this sword back to the silver dragon."
"Wow your really getting good with that sword thing," Hay-lin cheered on the walk home.
"Yeah you were all ka-ching! Ching! Vooor!" Irma added excitedly narrating the sound effects and miming her own sword movements has she 'did. The others looked at her confused.
"Irma! We're Guardians not Luke skywalker!" Taranee snapped.
"So? I 'cant use a little imagination? When do you think you'll get the chance to try it out on Phobos's goons?"
"I dunno," Will 'shrugged blushing slightly at all the praise she was receiving.
"I guess the next time we encounter Phobos' Sentinel creeps,"
The group passed uneasy looks at each other has they continued their trek home.
Cedric paced unevenly back and forth across his book, store. He needed to find away to retrieve the blade of infinity off of the Guardians. "But how?
"At this point a direct confrontation. Would simply end with him getting a close and personal encounter with the said sword. Something he definitely did not want. No he would have to somehow infiltrate the Guardians group to get the sword. So he'd need a second person's help. Someone close to the Guardians but whom he had a degree of manipulation over. "And Cedric new just who this second person would be.
He was interrupted from his thoughts when he noticed the "door bell ring signalling a costumer entering the building. Cedric turned his attention to his costumer.
"Welcome how my I be of service to you…
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