A time for exercises, and for rest, now, exercises

[Captain Fishrudder]

Aral glanced around the Training Grounds and stretched leisurely. He was clad in a leather breastplate, with a brown shredded shirt beneath it. His pants hung loosely from his waist, allowing him plenty of room to maneuver. He was armed with his typical twin daggers, and of course, an assortment of knives around his body. He was thinking of going out after sparring, or maybe just back to the tavern. Or, he could learn a valuable skill, such as smithing. He pondered this for a moment and chuckled, thinking Nah.

He sat down on a bench, and waited for someone to approach him

[Azrah]

**Azrah walked slowly into the training grounds, they were piratically empty, save for two relatively new recruits trying to spar. She glanced around the training ground again, barely spotting Aral this time. Aral had been her senior in her first ever twin mission, she remembered the incident vividly, since he had barely made it back alive due to her mistakes.
She walked up to him slowly, and asked,** mind if I join you?** knowing it was unwise to sit down beside him without asking.**

[Captain Fishrudder]

OOC: That was Stealth, but, close enough, I miss Stealth *Cries*
IC: The slim otter stood, following his usual habit of quietness, he stood, nodded, and said three short words "Wood, or metal?"

[Azrah]

OOC: sorry bad memory, over a year ago.
**Azrah thought for a moment before replying,** metal.

[Captain Fishrudder]

The sleek otter nodded to himself and with a twirl of his hands, withdrew the slim daggers. They twirled in his hands as he spun them. With a rare grin he tossed them into the air a twirl, Aral flipped them high into the air. With the grin still on his face he said “Get ready.” He grabbed the blades as they fell back to Earth and stood at ease, waiting for Azrah to prepare herself

[Azrah]

** Azrah rose calmly, she didn't go in for showing of, or the "unnecessary flailing of blades" as she called it. She drew a short rapier of tinted blue steed and went into the "en-guard" positioning. ** I'm always ready,** she responded, as she awaited his attack.

[Captain Fishrudder]

He chuckled softly and slashed at the held rapier, hoping to knock it off and stabbed forward with his other blade

[Azrah]

**Azrah saw the blade coming, it was a good stroke for her to warm up on. Her feat moved fast, and she sprang aside and did a backslash right at the last second before she would have been fish food. It was dangerous to fight with metal, but far more fun.**

[Captain Fishrudder]

Aral’s dagger flipped out and slowed the oncoming sword, he slid the slender dagger down the blade and put his other dagger on the opposite side near the top and attempted to wrench it from the otter’s hands. His feet were still in the base position, he hadn’t moved yet.

[Azrah]

**Azrah's blade twirled sideways, blocking both daggers. She noticed he hadn't moved his legs, and grinned to herself, remembering her old master in the north's words, ** he who stands rigid like a tower shall fall, he who bends like a reed shall never falter.
Quickly, and out of nowhere she stopped blocking his daggers, and speed to the side of him, striking at his side as she went.**

[Captain Fishrudder]

Aral chuckled, he moved like chain lightning, his dagger shot out and slapped the blade away, he fell to the ground, rolling as he went, in Azrah's direction. He stopped, his center of gravity low, his legs bent. He hooked his leg around Azrah's and pulled

[Azrah]

**Azrah could have laughed out loud, but kept her silence.As his legs hooked hers she aloud herself to be pulled down, she rolled parallel with him and attempted to prickled his throat with her blade. Because she took up less surface area, her white coat was probably accumulating less mud than his, although it would appear the same due to her inferior size, he would be the one most likely to hit a pebble.**