Shadows on Anzat

[Shaya Khal]

OOC - Zansatsu Basai (Anzat Assassin Trainer) - Orange Dialogue


"If you face someone hungrier than you...you will be devoured..." A deep voice travelled through her body, settling in her stomach.

Her eyes shot open, with his voice signaling her. A striking gaze, it travelled from left to right, analyzing.

"If you face someone quicker than you...you will fail to dodge the blade at your back..."

A group of figures shrouded in silk that resembled shadows crowded around her slowly, closing the distance with caution, and shutting her in. Her hair blew in the silent gust of wind that swept through the mountain tops of Anzat. The Dojo was tucked away within the range, and more than often few travelled there unless they knew of its inhabitants and their dealings.

She loosened her body, and calmed her breathing. Her face was devoid of emotion, she wasn't distressed in the slightest.

"Encourage their arrogance!" he said, raising his voice. "Attack their strategy!"

She watched their figures, they moved at the same pace and with the same steps. Their intentions were the same, they would pounce at the same time.

In one graceful movement she launched herself from her position, striding and sliding along the stone tiles of the outside training platform. She slide just below one of her opponents, and wrapped her legs around his tensing her muscles to bring him down to the ground. When he fell over she trapped his head between her knees. Twisting her body, she snapped his neck.

She rolled from that position, and as she came up another shadow came at her with a powerful kick with his left leg. She gripped it with her right hand, pulled him in and cuffed it under her armpit. With precision and strength she drove her left elbow in his leg, then the back of her fist into his face, immediately following that with a powerful palm to his chest with her right hand with considerable force. This throw him backwards.

From behind came a third shadow, with a powerful punch with his left fist. Twisting her body, she caught it, gripping his wrist with her right hand, and holding the inside of his elbow with her left. Twisting her right leg inward, she kicked him in his face. She followed that maneuver by spinning around with her left leg and driving another kick into his upper back knocking him forward.

"Don't die tired!"

Approach from her sides and front at the same time, She launched herself into the air. With her right leg she drove a powerful kick into the chest of the one just in front of her. Using that momentum coupled with her astonishing speed she twisted her body in mid air, splitting her legs in two separate directions to kick the remaining two in the face.

She landed in a crouched position, and looked up towards her Master who stood just on the ledge some feet away from her. She stood up, and looked to him for words...

"Conflict sharpens the skill...makes your stronger"

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[member="Cadoc Raal"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Cadoc climbed into the foothills of the mountain range barely breaking a sweat. Anzat was a mysterious planet made more enigmatic by mist-filled valleys, luminescent gas bands called the Silent Voices and the vampiric Anzati species themselves. Luckily fear nor superstition came easily to the Zygerrian native.

But that didn’t mean he could not improve upon his current skills. Cadoc Raal was on Anzat to train with a legendary Anzati Assassin named Zansatsu Basai. The Zygerrian slaver’s repertoire with weapons, swords, blasters and cross-bows was unparalleled. He could use a shock whip as though it were an extension of his furred paw. However, he wanted to improve in the art of unarmed combat, specifically learning codified moves like jumping, kicking, chopping and yes, strangulation using only his clawed hands.

He heard the lower voice of a male, and as the mist unveiled the scene before him, he noticed two figures now. Momentarily surprised, because he thought this was going to be one-on-one training, he noted first Basai, a tall and dark Anzati with the hallmark flat nose and imposing figure. But the other being was one of the most striking female warriors he’d ever seen. She most definitely wasn’t Zygerrian, but her feline traits were difficult for Cadoc to pinpoint; perhaps she was a feliform hybrid. Clearing his throat with a gruff noise, he tore his yellow eyes away from the woman lest he embarrass himself with staring, but not before giving her a succinct nod and the words:

“I caught the tail end of that… impressive.”

Turning to the Anzati trainer he said, “Cadoc Raal, Slave Master of Drukarg.”

Why hide what he was for the benefit of the fellow student, as fetching as she happened to be? Although for a split-second, he had thought better of revealing his title right away.

[member="Lady Cheeva"]