The sword dancer (open to all)

[Nikias]

Nikias was practiceing in a big room with a wide area there he stood and tried to concentrate. He was waiting for his proud fellow panther too show up so they could start so called dance. Nikias closed his eyes and he began to float up in the air.

The air is my friend... The air is my friend... I can do the training dance but I need someone to watch it and telling me hows it looks and set score on it. Aeron can do it but he is not here. When I do it in public its easier but now i just train floating for a while.

Nikias now started to spin slowly and he had full control over his floating. a while later he started to move around with his eyes still closed in a circle facing out from it.

I still need training but this isn't hard enough.

The room was still empty Nikias thought. while he was floating Aeron comes and sit down 10 feet away from the circle and waited.

(Aerons thoughts)My Master haven't noticed me yet. Ill think i sit here a while and just look at him. If more people came then he could train better. Well ill soon going to sleep again so ill wait and be a good pet.

(Nikias thoughts)If i try to float a little higher then. just Little higher.

Nikias float up one meter in the air instead of a half an meter. Then Aeron sees someone coming. But he just sit quiet and pretended to be an ordinary panther.

[Angra Mainyu.]

His Zippo turned on and his smoke was lit. A stupid addiction he had acquired recently. He took a puff and the small smoke cloud filtered into the air before it was gone from sight. But when looking up at the smoke disappearing, he saw something else, a floating person, or something. He had seen that tons of times, and he had always had the urge to simply walk over and grab one of them by the ankle and drag them down to earth again, but something had always gotten in the way. The sighting of a teacher, a too large group of people drooling over the awesome floating abilities. He took another puff from his cigarette and exhaled another potentional lethal breath. He took off his sunglasses and let them hang from his collar like some half modern sheriff in the southern United States.

“Pretty hefty skills you got there, lad. But tell me something. How would you feel with a burn mark in the middle of your face?”

He took the smoke and flicked it at the floating guy and cracked his neck. He wanted to feel alive again. Too long since he had broken someone in a fight, unless the guy wouldn’t take his hint and give him what he so desired, and besides, he needed to test his newly created spell. Finger of pain. A ranged version of Pain Touch. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn’t. In any case, he would get what he wanted, one way or another.

[Nikias]

Nikias saw a person walked and he seemed to be picking a fight with Nikias.

Nikias stopped floating and did a quick frontflipp and landed on his left hand. And he was standing upside down.

"Sorry I don't like unnecessary fighting so please let me train in my way."

Why must everybody fight? It is so barbaric and uncivilized. And his clothing... It is so bad as cloth can be.

Nikias then smiled and floated up again. And waited for him to leave while he pulled out his swords and did the second dance. soon he ran to a wall and jumped up at it then he ran up half the way to the roof. He jumped down and used his floating spell to dampen his fall and landed on his hands. He continued with a back flip and while he was in the air he put away his swords again. Then he landed and pulled his swords out again and did a "wind-cutter!". He slashed in the air and maked the wind transfer his cut to the wall that was 5 meters away. A mark of the wind-cutter was on the wall as if it had been cut by a really strong and sharp sword.

Alright now Ill just have to do that 10 more times today before I continue my real training.

"haven't you leaved yet?"

Nikias smiled again at the guy.

[Angra Mainyu.]

This place was growing to be a haven for the weak. All this socialism and petty strong protect the weak had gone too far. One pointless class after another. Complete untalented weaklings getting their chance to show off their incomplete, and most unworthy skills... It bugged him endlessly that people like this floater had the guts to say anything to him. Just a mere coward, trying to dodge the inevitable. He had no choice here. Angra wanted to see blood. Be it his own or this floaters blood. While the floater returned to his training. Angra returned to his more… Dark training. Delved into his own body and brought up the necessary energy for his spell. Double firing spells was a hard discipline for Angra who was accustomed to simply pain touching people. The floater spoke again and Angra responded accordingly.

He raised up his right arm and pointed at the floater. A short, but evidently, concentrated look came up on his face before a small, nearly invisible mixed red and white light shot out from his pointing finger. It was heading directly for the floaters chest, and this was no mere pain's touch. It could easily penetrate even armour and have people fall to the ground in pain. The second spell he fired. Was only partly successful. If it had been successful, it would have covered the whole array of light that was advancing for The Floater. But his illusionary skills didn't quite do it there and failed to cover the light completely. Giving The Floater a chance to avoid getting struck by his first spell. It seemed that Angra had more training to do.

"Like I care about your petty wishes..."

[Jason]

God it's great day to go training. Particularly after that mission. that was exhilerating. I hope I'm not going to be so udes to killing though. I mean those guys had it coming. But still. I never took a life before that. People say the first time you have hard time and regret most of the time. I just felt numb besides the rage. It's kinda scary Though Jason as he walked out to the training grounds eager for a few workouts. He wore his black tank top and a pair of white jeans with some sandles. He had his metal cylinder in his left hand as he walked due to the fact he planned to work a bit more on his melee skills.

He paused seeing the exchange between two people. One was the guy he met down in the scrap pile while he had been looking for parts to make his armor. The second was a guy he had never seen but got a bad vibe from. The second guy was clearly looking for a fight while Nikias didn't seem interested.

Jason then saw the next exchange and he saw Angra cast a spell of some sort. He himself narrowed his eyes and beams shot out of them tacing after Angras attack at blinding speed. Jason had incredible accuracy with this spell. he had to move the beam slightly but it connected with Angra's spell in a small explosion.
"He made it clear he wasn't interested in fighting you. What part of that didn't you seem to understand." he said. Despite the situation and his words he still came across as more or less friendly.
"You want a fight. You can take me on. I could use a good spot of training after my mission." he said with a smile.

[Nikias]

"Hi there Jason!" Nikias said and didn't care about the spell that thrown at him. He just continued his ordinary training to the 3rd dance.

"Come to train with us?" Nikias smiled at Jason first then maked a rude gesture against the other guy. "Don't you have anything better to do then picking fights that you will lose? Can you see the panther that was sitting over there?" Nikias pointed at the location there Aeron sat before and he was gone. "Guess who is behind you." Now Nikias smiled at the guy who was interrupting his training.

That guy must be really stupid. I don't think that he would be able to stand a Chance against me and Aeron. And that Jason guy is strong to. This wouldn't even make me transform.

"You are still a disturbing little... thing." Nikias sat himself down because of his 3 hours training to regain some strength.

This is the worst time for me to fight. Well if I lose I can just say that he attacked me when I already done 3 hours training. And by that he was stronger than me. He must really be a coward.

[Angra Mainyu.]

"Interesting."

The only word that escaped his lips before his eyes trailed back to where the interception had come from. A half-smirk crossed his lips and showed the first form of appearance, beside his boredom involved here. He turned back to the other spokesperson who felt more brave. Could it be because a friend had showed up to help him? Probably. Angra pretty much ignored what he said, only followed his finger when he pointed and he did see that the panther was missing. With the deeply run arrogance these people carried themselves with, he had already guessed the location of the panther. Behind him. With the next choice of words leaving the Floaters mouth, he had forever labelled himself as an idiot in Angra's mind. Mostly due to the reason that Angra was staring down at him, and not the other way around. He reached into a pocket, grapped a new ciggarette and light it up with his zippo.

"Yet, just as immature as the rest of the kids at this war factory."

He took a glance back and saw the panther there, shouldn't be a problem to kill it, just a swift move and he should have broken one of its ribs or slit its throat. Then the foolish owner should finally realise that the situation was more serious than he imagined. He snapped a finger. His right and left hand lifted up simoultanious and each of them had the pointing finger aimed at either the Floater or Mr Blond. The very light saving Finger of Pain shot out at both of them again. But illusions had a funny way of not doing any real harm. For Angra was no longer standing there. All it took for him was to create a double ganger of himself and have it attack to get their attention.

Angra had stepped to the right and back, covering himself within the illusion, he was practically invisible, and for the panthers sake, also scentless. Swinging around he had his leading right foot make a simple yet very effective kick up into the side of the panther's ribcage. A simple, yet very effective kick, against humans that was. Right now. It should instill more fear than real damage.

[Jason]

Seeing what looked like an attack come in Jason casually raised his hand and the bright green shield he used appeared shimmering and flucuationg due to it being comprised of mana. It was when the attack passed through and did nothing he smiled a bit and raised an eyebrow.
Ah an Illusion spell. No wonder it seemed a little off.
"Sorry if this doesn't do what a think it will Nikias." He said and he reared the shield arm backa nd thrust it out letting the shield fly forth. It was aimed not directly at the panther but it would hit it and not really harm it. He aimed the shield so that it would cover and area. The panther seemed alikely target so if Angra was anywhere near it he would get hit. jason calmly stood there and waited for the results.

[Nikias]

Nikias sights as he ignored the beam that went right through him and Grinned at this aggressive guy that was thinking that he could hurt Aeron or me.

"Why do you think I want to fight you? please think for a while because I don't want to fight you."

Aeron is far more faster than anyone in this room. So how could he be thinking that he would even have a Chance of touching him?

Aeron jumped back at high speed to avoid this aggressive guy.

"As you can see he don't want to fight you either. So why don't you leave?"

Nikias floats closer to this aggressive guy. Prepared or an attack on him or Aeron. Because he couldn't attack them both and he was standing between them.