Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Aug 15, 2007 11:14:43 GMT -5
Odd was the day that you didn't spot the black clad mage and his dragon in the training grounds, whether by themselves or demolishing another opponent then getting him to the recovery wing before coming back out into the grounds. And today was not the odd day because, plain as day, a pillar of a man wearing all black was blasting out fierce movements that split the air with ease. Sharp, fast, powerful, precise. Tristan's form was at its peak, his body in prime condition. His coat and sword, as usual when he was training alone, were off to the side, the single edged blade stabbed into the ground, the black dragon-hide coat slung by its collar over the equivalent of a guard.
Igneus, as he was now becoming accustomed to, was high in the air, a black speck as the currently foot long beast soared around, perfecting his acrobatics with a degree of skill most birds couldn't muster. Whether in the fiercest aerial combat or simply flying around as they did, they'd likely not hold a candle to the element dragons flame. Tristan's vest and the black tee, underneath, were what covered his torso. Onside the vest, and around the back, one could plainly see two handguns, one white and silver, one black and brown, along with six spare clips that went around to the mans lower back.
Tristan's own movements were that of his martial art which he'd been practicing for over twenty eight years. Ninjutsu, one of the most versatile martial-arts in existence in that it was far from isolated in what was on its curriculum. Weapons, self-defense, sparring, grappling, you name it, Ninjutsu had it in its repertoire. Some would say that as a sort of jack of all trades, the art was average at all, master at none, but they would be dead wrong. Tristan himself was a jack of all trades, dabbling in several arts both physical and magical. Some would say that that was his weakness. On the contrary, it was one of his greatest strengths. Should he have been isolated on fire magic, his natural born ability, he probably would have been killed ages ago. The simple fact that the man had so many different modes of attack made him an extremely deadly opponent, especially when he was so proficient in his abilities, and getting stronger all the time.
The clearly muscular man continued to strike the air with an agility and dexterity one would openly dis-believe of someone so large, though with a power one would find impossible for him not to have. Between mach speed punches and and insanely powerful kicks which could likely shatter the boulders that were scattered around this foreground of the Training area, Tristan was a sight to behold. All that was missing was a worthy adversary, something Tristan hadn't come across in quite some time.
Igneus, as he was now becoming accustomed to, was high in the air, a black speck as the currently foot long beast soared around, perfecting his acrobatics with a degree of skill most birds couldn't muster. Whether in the fiercest aerial combat or simply flying around as they did, they'd likely not hold a candle to the element dragons flame. Tristan's vest and the black tee, underneath, were what covered his torso. Onside the vest, and around the back, one could plainly see two handguns, one white and silver, one black and brown, along with six spare clips that went around to the mans lower back.
Tristan's own movements were that of his martial art which he'd been practicing for over twenty eight years. Ninjutsu, one of the most versatile martial-arts in existence in that it was far from isolated in what was on its curriculum. Weapons, self-defense, sparring, grappling, you name it, Ninjutsu had it in its repertoire. Some would say that as a sort of jack of all trades, the art was average at all, master at none, but they would be dead wrong. Tristan himself was a jack of all trades, dabbling in several arts both physical and magical. Some would say that that was his weakness. On the contrary, it was one of his greatest strengths. Should he have been isolated on fire magic, his natural born ability, he probably would have been killed ages ago. The simple fact that the man had so many different modes of attack made him an extremely deadly opponent, especially when he was so proficient in his abilities, and getting stronger all the time.
The clearly muscular man continued to strike the air with an agility and dexterity one would openly dis-believe of someone so large, though with a power one would find impossible for him not to have. Between mach speed punches and and insanely powerful kicks which could likely shatter the boulders that were scattered around this foreground of the Training area, Tristan was a sight to behold. All that was missing was a worthy adversary, something Tristan hadn't come across in quite some time.
