Bringing the Heat (open)

[Sparda]

Arix's blade met thin air - Sparda had vanished from behind him upon seeing his feint fail. In the moments between the Ajerian leaping into his counter and landing a safer distance away, Sparda was still nowhere to be found.

But as soon as Arix touched down, Sparda crashed down upon him from above out of seemingly nowhere, unleashing a powerful blade-like pressure wave from a lightning-fast swing of Revelation and vanishing just as quickly, only to deliver a similar disembodied assault from Arix's left side, away from his blade.

[.:Amilia:.]

This was his plan? To try and out speed the godspeed style? Not a bad idea until you heard Arix, "Tsk." His sword had been sheathed by the time he touched down on the ground. He instantly drew his sword easily dissipating the pressure by distorting it with his own pressure.

Sparda would most definitely see this as an opening for his left sided assault until he felt the sheath collide with his ribs and throw him off balance completely. Arix would turn in the same movement bringing this sword from left to right in a basic slash to Sparda's shoulder. The techniques he had used were part of the art of drawing his blade.

The sword draw started by causing a whirl of air while it crushed the pressure. It would be followed by a left sided sheath strike, also known as: Sheath Zotreth. He would then mix the alternative to Zotreth and keep moving into the slash. All of this happened in less time it takes to blink ones eye causing some extremely loud booms that sounded like thunder.

[Sparda]

Amazingly, the Dark Knight matched his comrade strike for strike, Revelation clashing with the hardened sheath, carving through each powerful pressure wave and dispersing them before any damage was wrought.

As Arix stepped into his final draw slash and the blade swung out towards Sparda - he vanished. Another deep cut would appear across the Ajerian King's unprotected side if he wasn't fast enough to recover a blocking stance as the demon reappeared on the other side of his brother-in-arms, Revelation outstretched.

Simply from observation and intuition, Sparda had recreated Arix's Bautha Zotreth; albeit a clumsy, ineffective execution. Just as quickly, the Dark Knight turned around to keep the Rockstar in his sight.

[.:Amilia:.]

4000 years had this man trained the very style that was about to be used against him. In four thousand years he had never allowed an attack so clumsily throw at him land, the final draw of Arix's sword came around the same time Sparda stepped into his own variation of amateur Bautha Zotreth. Arix of course knew better to leave a side of his open, thus why he had followed his attack with Sheath Zotreth which met Sparda's attack leaving the sheath in half one part at Arix's feet the other half in his hand.

Arix turned his blade and stood straight up again sheathing it in what was left of his case. He looked over to see the girl holding the bastard sword in her had, the others were either out stretched in pain from the beatings they got from one another or sitting down watching the show between Sparda and Arix.

"Very good. Everyone has learned something here today. You all still suck at Merjutsu," Arix said turning to his recruit, "What's your name?"

"Amilia Ashlyn," she simply replied.

"How fitting."

[Sparda]

"Bah." Shaking his head, Sparda relaxed his stance upon seeing that Arix had stood down, and banished Revelation. What a rough, expectedly amateurish attempt at the Bautha Zotreth; he was surprised he'd struck anything at all.

As Arix spoke, Sparda took a place beside him, offering the recruits a warm smile as his token of thanks for their effort. "You and I ought to do this much more often," he muttered to the Ajerian when he was done. "I need to practice these techniques, and you need to be dragged out of retirement by the hair and properly hone yourself again."

[.:Amilia:.]

Arix shook his head, "Nah brah. There's a problem with me coming out of retirement full time. I'll talk to you about it once these kids are fed and sent home," Arix said nodding to the girl, "You did well. There's three of you who outdid the rest, Amilia and you two. The rest of you will be trained, the three of you will become leaders of this group. Amilia you're my apprentice. Which ever one Sparda wishes to personally train, if he does, gets to learn under him. The other one will become the sergeant here."

He stretched his shoulder, it had been a while since he used half of those techniques, the wear and tear on his body was noticeable. "The cooks of the castle will have you a decent meal prepared and ready for devouring in the dining hall. Scoot along. No stragglers, you'll all get to ask me questions tomorrow." They all began to rise and limp their way into the castle. Arix put his hands on his hips and took a deep breath and sighed, "This is already a pain in my ass."