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The Institute of Combat.
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'As for the reason... would you describe me as extremely approachable?'
The man's eyes flickered.
The moment it did, it was as if a green sign to the female as she dropped her lower body, sweeped up the training blade and made a similar dash forward, once again closing the distance between them. However, just moments before she was in front of him, she swung the sword forward and sent it flying towards his face vertically.
She, on the other hand ducked immediately, and did a low sweeping kick. Of course, immediately, she prepared to launch towards the guy. "Extremely approachable, John."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
The teacher called to them after the man made a wide swing, but Aclyma remained crouched, still ready to pounce.
For whatever reason, Forge was so often distracted.
'We still have-'
Aclyma pushed her feet off the ground, sending herself catapulting towards the armed man, hand reaching quickly for his wrist, while fingers quickly sank themselves at the muscles that connected to the thumb, attempting to pry the sword out of his hands. Her other hands supported the disarm by slamming against the hand guard of the blade, pushing the blade the opposite direction such that the handle would slide out of his grip.
If that would have succeded, the female would kick the sword away from them both.
Bi colored eyes marrowed out of annoyance as she yhrew a defiant glare up to the teacher. If anyone saw her clearly, it was almost as if she was seeping out an uncontrollable bloodlust.
However, that lasted a total of a second or two before she stood, dusted her white shirt and atheletic shorts. "Teachers truly aren't soldiers." She muttered.
"What class are you having?"
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
She gave an annoyed 'tsk', glanced across the class behind the teacher, and took note of the two students whom she recognized from the video herself and Forge had watched before. "Frank Macewinder and Kioki Shigami, huh..." she muttered under her breath.
Aclyma closed her eyes, threw a glance the other way before walking after Forge.