Sparring session(wolfstride only)

[Vedooril]

Vedooril stretched as he walked across the grounds. Wolf was supposed to be showing up for a sparring match, and Vedooril could not hold back a smile. He needed a good fight, plus he'd get to see Wolf's abilities for himself. He looked at the sky, the sun barely risen, as the cool mountain air blew through the yard, stirring up leaves. He opened the doors to the small training hall, stripping down to just a pair of pants. He began stretching, knowing that the gate to the yard was unlocked.

[Wolf Stride]

In serene silence was the training hall. The instant it's master entered, this silence was shattered. Up high on the roof beams was a slight scratching noise, the noise one would hear when something scratches against metal. There he was, Wolf, waiting patiently whilst he toyed with his knife and well hidden to boot. When had he entered was anyone's guess.

[Vedooril]

Vedooril heard the noise, and finished stretching. He walked to a weapons rack, set into the wall, and pulled a staff out. He walked to the center of the floor, flexing the staff, then with a sudden turn, he shot it out of his hand with the palm of his other hand, causing it to hit close to where the noise came from. As the staff hit the ceiling, it made a loud wooden thunk noise, before richeting back to Vedooril's hands. "Morning Wolf."

[Wolf Stride]

Wolf didn't even flinch, his knife slowly returning to it's hidden sheath within his jacket. "Mornin'.....I thought for a second you weren't going to wake up now.". With the same silence as he arrived did he descend, his fall being muffled somehow by years of training.

[Vedooril]

"I like to stretch before a good sparring match." He walked to a cabinet, grabbing an orange. He looked at Wolf over his shoulder. "Want one?" he asked, holding an orange up.

[Wolf Stride]

"Sure....could use some flavor in my tongue, seeing as my only breakfast today was a Russian Ration.". Slowly did Wolf began to stretch his arms and fingers, the latter making loud cracks that even echoed from the walls.

[Vedooril]

Vedooril made a face about the ration. "That's why you always carry something thats cheap and tasty." He tossed one to Wolf, peeling his own, as he stood near the entrance. "Like oranges for example." He smiled, tossing the skin out the entrance, then began to split, and eat his orange.

[Wolf Stride]

"Well, these always Taste best fresh.". Taking off his gloves, a single claw began to tear the skin off the fruit with ease. "And as bad as those horrible things taste, they never go bad. The only thing that does go bad is your taste....". Once the entire peel was off, a single slice was picked and quietly eaten by Wolf.

[Vedooril]

"Well that's true. I prefer oranges, but anything picked from the wild tastes good." He picked a slice from his orange, chewing it slowly. "So after we're done eating, shall we start?"

[Wolf Stride]

"Aleight. How will we have our mock battle then?". His question followed up by another slice of the fruit being chewed on.

[Vedooril]

"Well," he chewed another slice, "anything goes. As you can see, this room is filled with weapons. Just pick as you go, and use what you want." He chewed another slice, his orange almost gone.

[Wolf Stride]

"Nah....you challenged me. You choose."

[Vedooril]

Vedooril smiled as he finished the last of his orange. "Very well. Let's start with my favorite." He walked to a closed cabinet, opening it, revealing a set of wooden knives. "How many would you like?" He picked out two for himself, then opened a small jar beneath the blades, dipping them in it. "Washable dye. The thicker the line, the harder and deeper a cut, with an interesting effect of causing paralysis to the affected area. Allows for a real to life simulation of effect with a strike."

[Wolf Stride]

With a quiet nod, Wolf pulled out his knife and place it in a corner of the room, along with his medical supplies and his heavy jacket. "So...you want to fight me on my turf? And why use dye? Just coat the edges with Ginseng should any cuts arise. Makes for real bleeding.".
What followed was a noisy crack of his knuckles.

[Vedooril]

"Well, it's from my early days. I don't feel right without using it." He tossed Wolf a knife, having already coated in, then walked to the center of the floor, twirling his two blades. He looked at Wolf, "Besides, it's even territory, or do you think I'm not at your level?"

[Wolf Stride]

"Alright. And that really depends on the outcome of this.".

As a glove caught the wooden blade with ease, his gloved fingers began to grip it with enough force to leave noticeable impressions in the wood. "Well...let's get started."

[Vedooril]

Vedooril nodded, and lowered himself into a crouch, his grip relaxed on the wooden handles. He leaped forward, landing slightly to the side of Wolf, his left arm driving forwards towards Wolf's gut.

[Wolf Stride]

Without much flare or need to show off, Wolf simply jumped back some and easily avoided the attack. "Quick to jump the trigger, aren't you?".

[Vedooril]

Vedooril hadn't expected to connect, and had seen his legs tense for the jump. Without hesitating, he rolled forward, swiping at Wolf's left leg as he landed, using his other knife to come up in a wide fast sweeping arc from the right.

[Wolf Stride]

Again did Wolf take to the air, his landing being swift and his body spinning. The momentum it geared with it's right leg neared it's peak as it aimed a roundhouse kick towards Vedoril.

[Vedooril]

Vedooril tsked his tongue as Wolf leapt away. He started to charge, but was stopped by Wolf's kick to his ribs. He didn't seem to affected by the kick, as he grabbed onto Wolf's leg, and pulled him close. As he pulled Wolf closer, he spun into the air, kicking at Wolf's chest.

[Wolf Stride]

A small gasp was heard, yet it was just that. A small gasp. From the air that was forcefully kicked from his chest, his entire body went backwards, even into the air for a split second, backflipping back unto his feet in a battle ready stance at a few feet away. "Resourcefull. Keep it up and I'll have to go on the offensive.". Without the slightest hint of emotion and the same steel coldness. He couldn't help but wonder if his adversary thought the same.

[Vedooril]

Vedooril remained silent, as he landed easily on the fronts of his paws. His eyes looked at Wolf, and then he smiled. He pushed off with the full force of his legs, rocketing him towards Wolf. He released one knife, landed on his right paw, using his momentum to swipe low at Wolf with his left. The other knife was caught in his right footpaw, which at the moment was furthest away from Wolf's position, and mostly hidden in the blur of his movements.

[Wolf Stride]

Seems like Wolf grew tired of jumping, for he simply backsteped away from the incoming swipe and placed his own knife towards the incoming one in a defense stance.

[Vedooril]

His smile did not fade. As the foot approached with the blade, he released the blade, placing both paws against the ground, propelling himself between Wolf's legs, catching the other knife. Waiting until he was about to pass between Wolf's legs, he threw the second blade high at Wolf's head, using the other one still in his hand to cut at Wolf's right leg.

[Wolf Stride]

Two attacks from two different directions. Avoiding one would mean being injured by the other. Yet these thoughts were jut to the side as Wolf frowned. "Showoff....". Just as the knife that was aimed at his head flew past by with a simple lean to the left, the cut to his leg made contact, his clothing being ripped noisily and his leg actually taking a small cut. The coating on the blade had immeadiate effect as the surrounding area from the cut when instantaneously numb.

Without the slightet hint of pain or even any form of knowing the damn wound did anything to him, Wolf turned around and was prepared to stomp on Vedoril as he still lay on the floor.

[Vedooril]

Vedooril rolled to the side, then flung himself back onto his feet. His thrown knife was still in the air, so he quickly positioned himself to grab it, catching it as it came down.

[Wolf Stride]

And just as the thrown blade returned to it's master, so did a foreign blade, this one aimed with a powerful thrust towards Vedoril's left arm.

[Vedooril]

Vedooril sensed the rush, and despite his size, reacted quickly, bending backwards, using both hands to flip himself back, his legs latching onto Wolf's arm, tightening, and pulling him into the air, releasing him towards the wall, as he came back to his feet.

[Wolf Stride]

He didn't expect to be launched into the air again and this took him by surprise. His body crashed noisily unto the wall, the sounds of things beinng sent flying behind and crashing noisily being none too good. "I think you may have broken something...". He didn't refer to himself, a gloved finger pointing the wall and the shrill scream of someone from behind said wall.