Hisk shifted his grip on the left saber, uncertain as to his next move. He dodged a little to his left just in time, narrowly avoiding the lunge of a rapier. To shallow an attack.
Quickly he took the small opening that the other allowed with his mishap, slashing up with his right, while aiming for his opponent's exposed flank with his dominant paw. It was smoothly met with a dirk.
Ignoring his Hira's wisdom on giving ground, he leaped back and went for a faint, while taking the Horsewhip second form, bringing his right saber to his left side, hovering just above the sand. It was his strongest defensive stance. Steel met steel in a deafening clang that echoed through the arena. The young monitor slashed for his leg, so Hisk brought up his right, blocking it.
Blocking the dirk, he laid his left onto the other's rapier and pushed down, while bringing his right up hard. It worked. The rapier flew swiftly over the other's head. In the blink of an eye, the weasel had brought up his pair of blades and crossed them, blocking a puny swing of the dirk. He gave his weapons a twist and the dirk fell uselessly to the ground.
As the other went in for a kick, Hisk avoided it easily then flung his elbow in the the other's scaly chest. It wasn't as hard as was expected but it detained him long enough for the weasel to come down with his right and clip of a small part of flesh.
A holler from next to them brought both to a stop. "Round over, points 1-6!"
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(Inside the the warm up room)
Sweat pored into beads as it ran down the weasel's face. He grabbed the ladle in a barrel standing free next to him and he gulped down the much needed water. Heavily Hisk sat on the bench near to him, and mopped up the sweat with a towel. Sitting back up straight, a large grin crossed his face and he relaxed a little bit. It wasn't every day that he got the better of someone in the Arena. It was nearing his fourth year of training at Hidanin but he was far from becoming a Hira. But after today, he was one step closer.
Still smiling, he went to dip his ladle back into the barrel of water.
The explosion of fury made him drop it back in. "What do you think you were doing out there? You disobeyed my direct instruction to keep your Left, not your Right, low and to not take so much as an inch of ground."
A short greying squirrel was standing at the door of the room, paws in his large green robe that signaled to everyone that he was a Hira. Upon seeing him, Hisk threw himself to the floor in a deep bow.
The squirrel's anger danced around on his face like a flame. "You not only disgraced yourself but me as well. If you would listen to my advice and use the Mirror Dragon first, you would not have to go into the second sequence. You wouldn't have to fight those worthless scum. Instead you would be a respected shalma."
Still bowing, Hisk's mind moved faster than his mouth so he didn't have to think much before softening words flowed from his mouth like honey. "My deepest respects My Hira, I was not meaning to disgrace you. I will listen to you in the future. You can be at ease, for it as sure as I am your shalma."
Hira Feira's figure loosened a little upon hearing these words. It wasn't every day that you caught Hisk making a promise. But watching him keep it would be another thing. "You were slacking. Once you over come your stubbornness to be first with a hit, then you will win much quicker. You are relying on your mind rather then your wit. Let your blade flow freely and you will flow freely too."
Bringing his head up, Hisk gave a smile to his Hira. "As you wish Master."
OOC- Ok, so I am a little rusty, but it will work. Someone else will need to be Ralla, the monitor that Hisk was dueling. The basic info you need is that Hidanin is a well respected school, of sorts, in the middle of no where, that trains creatures of all sorts in the arts of mediation, combat, and other things. Kind of a really cool training camp.