Snippet #2202098

“Yeah…I’m so dead” He thought to himself, hearing the rules and then the fact he went first. He might as well throw in the towel now, at least if he had come near last he might have stood a rookies chance being fresh and all, but being first up he might was well run like a coward. He took a deep breath clearing his head of the thoughts of trying to talk his way out of it, placing the dagger back in its sheath at his hip, he held Riptide in both hands glancing down at the blade ever so slightly; almost in a silent prayer. He then turned his attention to his new friends, Ishmael seemed to be lazing about, Sage already joining the circle and Max. “Well this is just great, everyone’s here to see the kid that killed the minotaur get his butt handed to the camp badass..” He sighed at that thought, “well time to take my thrashing, and hopefully walk away with some sort of dignity intact”

His thoughts now put on the back-burner, judging the balance of his sword, and then without a thought, relying purely on his own reflexes, and doing something no swordsman did unless under the influence of extreme emotion; or alcohol; he charged in, going for a complete newbie like move of a running lunge, doubting his blade would make any contact at all, more likely it was Ethan would side-step and he’d take a mouthful of sand as punishment for such an obvious attack.