[SRP] Manhunt

[Swift_Assassin]

Shad's attention turned to Paige when she mentioned her fighting skills. He smirked at that revelation. They seem to have more in common than he first thought. He didn't see her fight last time they were here, Shad was too busy redirected the townsfolk and falling meteors to take place in any of the combat. "Fencing has it's applications on a battlefield, you just have to remember your fighting for your life and not in a sanctioned duel and loosen the restrictions on yourself."

Shad's signet ring glowed briefly as he unsheathed his sword. He made sure it was visible in the dim lighting he provided them. "Both my father and his father were fencers, and I was trained in it just like they were. My grandfather was so good at it, he took down thirty attacking soldiers by luring them into a narrow corridor so he could fight them one-on-one. This sword used to be my fathers, and used to have a basket hilt to protect the hand. My father modified it so he can be armed at all times, feigning a limp, but there is a reason it's magic-enchanted."

He reached into he coat for a couple of loose pouches. He poured one out a bit, revealing it was filled with dirt. "Dirt, sand, rocks, even broken glass if you don't mind the risk of cutting yourself are all useful allies to fencers. Just get some together and throw it right into the your opponents face and that should give you an opening. I have those handy just in case, but I can just use the wind magic from this sword and blow up dirt right in my opponents face and get the kill."

He laughed a bit, when a sad realization came to him. "Those were some of the only things my father taught me before he died. He taught an eight-year old to throw things in their eyes before he even perfected my form." He paused, staring into the dark corner of the room for a couple of seconds. He turned back to Paige, "It may take a while to learn to incorporate that into your fencing, but it's handy in a pinch."