Snippet #797690

The next morning Darien reluctantly strode to the arena after breakfast.
After another disastrous interview Darien almost growled in frustration and decided to vent his frustrations with some exercise until the next interview would arrive, he just hoped someone decent would show up soon. He took his sword and stood in his favorite stance. He lunged then sliced, moving so fast the air whistled as he moved his sword in several attack and defense maneuvers. He started to add footwork moving his body and sword together as if they were one entity and he forgot everything except the exhilaration of the movements.
Guard- “Sir Darien, I have another applicant, “after no answer, “Sir, SIR!”
Darien stopped abruptly and glared at the guard and the now cowering applicant.
Darien- “Take him away if he is that easily startled he won’t last long on a campaign.”
Applicant= “but, but, I am Lord Daneck’s son, you can’t just…”
Darien- “I can and I will. Take him away.”
The guard pulled the lord away as the Lord continued to argue and started to curse throwing insults back at Darien.
Darien- “I am starting to wonder if anyone reasonable will show up and if this whole effort will be wasted.