Kamon's OOC
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Kamon had no idea that his long lost older sister, whom he hadn't seen in thirty four years, was standing at the entrance, watching him and the other Echani. He had no idea that Hanna was there. They weren't a threat to him and he was focused on the battle because one slip was life threatening. This was not a game of training sabers. This wasn't a game at all. He was having a conversation with a good warrior. A good one.
Sweat dripped from his brow as the man came at him. Kamon parried a strike. Twirling his blade, he parried another and then jabbed his weapon towards the mans head, stepping in towards him as he did so. The Echani dodged and moved to sweep Kamon's legs out from under him. He landed on his back, but flipped backwards and to his feet in time to plant the shaft of his weapon into the mans middle, stepping in to avoid being hit by a downward swing of the double brand, and sending his opponent to the ground in pain.
"A good fight, Lairn. Thank you."
Sweat dripped from his brow as the man came at him. Kamon parried a strike. Twirling his blade, he parried another and then jabbed his weapon towards the mans head, stepping in towards him as he did so. The Echani dodged and moved to sweep Kamon's legs out from under him. He landed on his back, but flipped backwards and to his feet in time to plant the shaft of his weapon into the mans middle, stepping in to avoid being hit by a downward swing of the double brand, and sending his opponent to the ground in pain.
"A good fight, Lairn. Thank you."