The Salle, Friday afternoon
Friday, August 7th, 2009 02:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Karla had gone home, he knew, so she wasn't going to show up for her lesson. Leto thought he could just as well use the time for his own practise. Finding the salle empty, he walked to the middle of the room, and after some stretching he released the flying blades. Once spinning in the air, they split up into a total of six smaller ones, all of them now aiming for him.
Knives drawn, Leto parried a few, dodged the others, as they came returning back. It was like a deadly choreography, designed to train a fighter skilled in the Weirding Way. Finally all of the small blades had ended up on the floor, their course having been cut by the knives.
[open salle]
Knives drawn, Leto parried a few, dodged the others, as they came returning back. It was like a deadly choreography, designed to train a fighter skilled in the Weirding Way. Finally all of the small blades had ended up on the floor, their course having been cut by the knives.
[open salle]