[L4 Sunblade] The Moon and the Sun [Parreyon]

[Wanderer]

TS: The Third Cycle of The Month of Kelendryas, in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era XV pf

The dreams were always the same.

Around him massive dunes would shrink and grow, an ever-changing landscape of sand shifting around him and as the brightening gave way to the darkening Parreyon would find above him a blanket of a million stars gazing down at him and when he would look down he would find himself staring a Pantheri - a white one clad in a sleek silver armor of exotic and ancient design.

Behind this Pantheri, a spire, a tall obelisk of the purest black stretched high into the sky with only its well-lit windows setting it apart from the night sky.

And it was in this part of the dream that invariably, a mysterious voice would speak to him.

The time has come Parreyon, we've long been expecting you.

And then the strange katta would extend an open hand in front of Parreyon and slowly, wisps of blue light would blink into existence around them, these fine little glowing orbs would revolve around the white katta's empty palm and they would condense there until a crescent blade would materialize in this creature;s grasp - a weapon that was remarkably similar to Parreyon's own and as if in response to this strange weapon Parreyon's sunblade would start pulsating, humming in a low staccato.

And then Parreyon would wake up from this dream and find himself back in Arakmat, back in reality, wide-awake except this time...

His sunblade would still be pulsing.

[Parreyon Syndicus]

Parreyon was no stranger to the dream realm. It was home to His Mistress, Kaimelea. She had appeared before Parreyon as he faded from life. A beautiful woman of no distinguishable race yet more beautiful than anything he'd ever imagined. He had told her that his life was hers forever if she would but return Praaal to life, his life given freely as her chosen. His Mistress looked down upn him and said but one word. It was in a voice so beautiful the rememberance of it still brought a tear to his eye.

Accepted

Parreyon's life had never been the same since. He no longer felt the shackles of life or death. He no longer cared for the will of the Aetherians or Aeternians. At his side was a seraphim, angel, or whatever you wanted to call the Handmaiden of Kaimelea. The Handmaiden took on the shape of a golden furred pantheri. he knew not precisely what she was but knew her goal was to teach him all he could learn about serving His Mistress.

Parreyon followed His Mistress as she commanded with utter loyalty. So when he was called to action by a dream, Parreyon took it that His Mistress was calling him, and he obeyed without question. He kissed the soft fur of Nimbralgaria and quietly walked out the door trying not to wake Ravaska in the process. The pulsing of his SunBlade acting as some sort of beacon. Was it a new ability awoken within the blade? That was how all of them had come to him. Out of the blue and completely unaware. The only ability his blade had in the beginning was the heightened physical atributes. Parreyon had been told that the weapon revealed more the longer he was attuned to it and learned with it. now the blade became flame, held a blinding flash defense mechanism, and could hurl fireballs. No two SunBlades ever acted the same save for the first talent. He wondered if Kaimelea could give the blade more and this was why it pulsed.

He exited his room and the the Cat's Pyjamas. Praaal came to him immediately when he exited feeling Parreyon's presence as the two were bonded. The weapon pulsed harder when he turned in one direction and weakened when he turned in another. His instinct told him that the larger the pulse, the closer he was getting. He mounted Praaal and used his legs like always to steer Praaal in the direction he needed to go. There were no reigns to control the Great Panther. Since the two were bonded, Praaal knew mentally which way Parreyon wanted to turn because the mental link between them was always up and they could always talk.

'Where do we go Parr?'

'I do not know old friend, I believe Kaimelea is calling me for something. I am being directed through my SunBlade, so we shall follow its desires. I believe I am to find a white furred Pantheri wearing silver plated armor of the ancient ways. We'll know more when we get there ... but be on the alert.' Then the two rode off following the pulsing blade like a ship followed a beacon light in the fog.

[Wanderer]

Parreyon was definitely getting closer to his goal and it seemed that he would reach his destination in a few candlemarks judging by the frequency and intensity of how his sunblade pulsed now. Like in his dream the skies this darkening were virtually clear and there were only the stars and the lone full moon lighting their path and it seemed that there really was a path because beneath the blanket of sand Praaal was treading there was definitely the remnants of a broken sandstone path that followed the direction in which the sword was leading the Pantheri.

If the Pantheri would follow the path he would eventually run across a series of small broken pillars standing beside the road, if he would inspect these stone columns he would find a series of indistinguishable symbols on the stones surface though there would be one thing that would undoubtedly catch his attention. A symbol representing his goddess, etched in stone and encircling that a circle with sunbursts trailing around outside the line, undoubtedly a symbol that would make sense to him now.

Further into the desert Parreyon would finally find familiar territory, tall dunes that matched the one he had seen in his dreams perfectly and just beyond the horizon he would see the same black tower, though this one would appear to have broken off merely a few storeys as it climbed to the sky it would undoubtedly appear similar to that he had dreamt about the evening before.

[Parreyon Syndicus]

Parreyon's heart began to thump with each pulse of the blade. He had been lead by a dream his whole life. He had called it fate but had learned it was the Will of Kaimelea. His Mistress had sent him a guide for the dream world in Nimbralgaria, Her Handmaiden. His Mistress had given him life beyond compare. Now She called upon him for the first time. Where would this journey lead? Was it to protect what was her's somehow? A nightmare of sorts that tried to establish some domain in her dream realm? Whatever the call, Parreyon was ready.

When he came upon the stones, a series of broken pillars, Parreyon felt the urge to stop. There was something about this place that called to him. Cautiously he dismounted Praaal and searched the area, both sand and broken pillars. When he found the symbol of Kaimelea, he fell to his knees, closed his eyes, held out his blade, and prayed.

"This is a sign you have given me, My Mistress. Here was a representation of you from the brightenings of old. I will fullfill this moment and create a temple for you with this stone. I do not believe this is my desire, but is your Will. As always, my life is yours. Ask of me, and I answer.

You call me now even further than this sign, and I go. What I am to face, only you know. Give me courage My Mistress. Give me Strength My Mistress to complete the task and hand and bring You pleasure. May I vindicate Your desire on this place and fullfill Your command You present to me. I serve You with love."

Parreyon then mounted and continued following the pulsing of the blade, his own heart beating harder as the adrenaline coursed through his body. The idea of fullfilling her first request surging him with such energy he could not describe it. It was incredible!

When Parreyon came to the place shown him in his dream, his body tensed. It was time once again to dismount and Parreyon hit his feet with his eyes watching everything around him. He did not know what to expect but knew that a warrior, a white pantheri, was here somewhere. His dream had not told him whether this white katta under the stars would be friend or foe. He only knew he was to meet the warrior.

'Praaal, stay close and survey the area. Though we both have given ourselves to Our Mistress, this task she asked of me. I am to face it alone. Peace be with you Brother.'

And with that, Praaal lept into the sand and disappeared from eyesight. Parreyon could still feel him and talk to him, but he was alone in this location. He walked towards the black tower making note of the differences between his dream and the reality of the state of the place. Had the white katta served His Mistress in a time long past when the tower was whole? Was the tower to be the location of the Temple he was to create? He did not see water to provide for any who might have lived here, nor any oasis where vegetation could grow.

He looked cautiously at each corner of the area around him ... he looked for the White Pantheri.

[Masamune]

He'd come looking for the white Pantheri, but it seemed that on this particular brightening, that katta would not show itself to the knight. At least, not yet. What met him instead was the howling, echoing laughter that had haunted many of the katta's ordinations. A taunting and evil sound that he would know well and recognize immediately, and would likely make the feline's blood boil.

This was the laughter of desert goblins. From the sound of it, a small raiding party was hidden in the dunes. They were whooping loudly at something.

"Dere! dere! I foun' anudder kitty!" The voice was rough common, and it seemed he was crying out for the attention of someone. "Come hurry quik-like! Nudder kitty, nudder kitty!" The nearby began to caw and crow, dancing about as they revealed themselves. The one who'd spoken stepped from behind the shade of the black tower, pointing and dancing. Another four or five on the surrounding dunes danced in time, all shaking spears and cackling.

"Tell da leader! Get 'im here quik-like! We founs da black one, just like he said!" Meanwhile, the goblin turned to face Parreyon, holding his spear out to face the katta.

"You. Give weapons. Now. No give weapons, no meetin' da leader...hole in yer throat instead."

It seemed he had a choice. Take revenge on these repugnant little creatures that stood before him, or trust in His Mistress, and in the strange, cryptic speak the squat creature was using that made it sound like Parreyon was not the only one that had prophesied his arrival at the black tower.

[Parreyon Syndicus]

Parreyon remembered too well the voices of the desert goblins and fear was upon him in seconds. Never again would he want to be ensalved by the creatures, blinded and forced into gladiatorial pit fights against unthinkable monsters. Everything in him told him to fight these creatures with ever fiber of his body. He knew that it would be rather easy. One use of his flash offense and the creatures would be blinded ... easy prey. He also had the ability to foresee the future when it came to combat, a gift he's earned on the Isle with Milo and his friends when they's tried to restore the Rite of Succession and ended up swearing loyalty to Prince Milo L'Evienne.

But deeper inside of him, he knew this was a test by His Mistress. He had been killed and then ressurected by the will of Kaimelea for a purpose. She had chosen him and he had given his life to her. This path that was before him was meant to be placed before him. Kaimelea had a purpose, and he would never refuse her. He only wondered what she wanted of him as he handed over his weapon to the goblin with great distain upon his face. His dreams had always been about revenge ... was she leading him to it?

[Masamune]

The desert goblin who had first spied Parreyon--and now had his crude spear pointed at the pantheri--gimped forward towards him wearily.

"You give! Give weapons now, or no seeing da leader like leader wanted! No want leader mad, but no want leader dead neither!" It seemed rather obvious that Parreyon could probably take out the entire party with little effort, but would that help or hinder him?

It was obvious that Parreyon had a choice to make...and he had to make it soon. The question was, what answer would plead The Dreamer?

"Leader wanna talk...jus like wif udder kitty. You be nice an come like white kitty, or you no black kitty...you black-and-red kitty. You come or you bleed, but choose now!" The others in the group whooped and cheered, and out of the five others, two knocked and drew bows. They seemed old and mis-treated, but the bows still quite clearly functioned, as he heard the sound of a taught string being pulled as it was aimed at him.

[Parreyon Syndicus]

Damn the goblins! It was probably the same shaman who had used a giant spitting cobra to blind Parreyon when he was captured eras ago, that somehow knew that both he and the white katta were to meet. Was Kaimelea using this primative race in his quest to further the will of His Mistress? He would not doubt her, could not, and had to give in to the notion that using such creatures on Parreyon was the perfect way to test his faith.

He harbored an anger and hatred towards these things, that was uncomparable to anything he had ever felt. If he could have stared at his own soul, he would have seen swirling clouds of blackness all around him. These creatures had the ability to keep him from thinking straight and put vengenace on the forefront of his mind. Yes, this had to be the reason for the desert goblins presence. Kaimelea was testing his anger against his trust in her. Parreyon could not falter.

But this was not the only test His Mistress was placing in front of him. The goblins demanded his weapon ... his SunBlade ... a weapon he had become one with much like mages to their staves. Parreyon had been one with this weapon so long, he could link to it the moment his hand was wrapped around the pummel. It hieghtened his physical attributes making his attacks twice as fast, increasing his strength, and lengthening his endurance in a drawn out fight. The blade had defended him on numerous occassions with the flash of the suns. Parreyon had faced incredible numbers in his past and the flash had blinded them all giving Parreyon the upper hand. The attunement produced flames around his blade the moment it was unsheathed burning flesh, clothing, or anything else it came in contact with. And last, but not least, on the isle under the blessing of Kaimelea, The SunBlade had produced a ball of fire so strong it had devoured a giant frog like creature, twice the size of Praaal Ri, that was trying to kill him. This was not just a weapon, it was a part of him going back to the begining of his adulthood for they had been together that long.

Parreyon eyed each goblin that stood before him with contempt. His hand slid to the pummel of the blade and slowly withdrew it allowing the fires to lick the air as it was unsheathed. Parreyon knew that it had to be the Will of Kaimelea that he never got burned from the blade, never lost a single hair of his fur. He let the weapon rest in the air to make the goblins wonder what his next move was. The movement of the blade air was like a quill dipped in ink and set to parchment, the words written in the air looked like death. Then he used his other hand to detach his belt and slide of the scabbard for the SunBlade. Parreyon looked to the one who spoke and acted like he was in charge. Holding the blade and scabbard horizontally, Parreyon sheathed the SunBlade extinguishng the flames.

"I will follow and speak to your Leader, but I require that the goblin who holds my weapon stay in my sight at all times. If I lose sight of the goblin, I will tell my blade to burst into flame burning everything near it. I swear upon the desert sand, that I will not resist nor put up a fight as long as the Blade stays in my sight. I shall do as asked. Agreed?" He held the scimitar out for the goblin to accept making it clear that accepting the blade was also eccepting his condition. It was a bluff he hoped they might be to scared to call.

[Masamune]

OOC: *facepalms* Sorry. Didn't notice that you'd given up your blade in the previous post. That line slipped past me. *sighs* Anyway, here we go. Also, all references to Kyathis and ClawKnights approved by GM Amaranth.


The leading goblin nodded nervously, moving forward a bit nervously, looking for treachery.

As Parreyon relinquished his blade, the goblin that seemed in charge of the raiding party whooped loudly, snatching the SunBlade and holding it up to the sky, shaking it in the air as though claiming a prize. He was careful not to leave Parreyon's sight though, the katta would likely be pleased to notice. The other five members of the party came down and surrounded Parreyon, the goblins who'd knocked their bows putting them back away in favor of their own crude shortspears, all of them pointed at Parreyon as a precaution.

The group was led away by the one holding Parreyon's SunBlade, and they trekked for perhaps a half a candlemark before eventually coming across a small oasis. It wasn't very large, but it seemed large enough to support a small group of sand goblins. Perhaps forty in number, the group was diligently going about their work before a cursory one or two noticed the return of the party and let out some warning whoops. The others heard and picked up the cry, turning to face Parreyon and his 'captors'. Some danced, some let out loud shouts, and some simply widened their eyes in shock. The majority, however, did the unexpected.

They dropped to their knees and raised their hands to the sky.

The encampment clearly wasn't large, but it seemed decently organized. As he moved past tents and even a few teepees, he could clearly see that these goblins were not exactly geared towards warlike activities. As he eventually was escorted to a large throne right near the watering hole. The goblin that sat atop the throne wore a rather beautiful headdress and as he lounged in the makeshift throne comprised mostly from sticks, he seemed to be fidgeting with something, so his head was pointed down.

As they reached the small standing area in front of the throne the leader of the party stepped forward and lay the blade down at the goblin leader's feet, jabbering in what, to Parreyon, seemed jibberish. It was a few long moments of jabbering back and forth before the leader raised his head, at which point his horribly crooked nose became apparent. As his eyes landed on Parreyon, they slowly widened in recognition.

"Black kitty is dis one?!" The raiding party leader nodded The tribe leader set his face in his hands, moaning softly before looking up sharply, anger obvious in his beady little eyes. The movement affected his entire body, making the keyring on his waist jingle.

"Black kitty! Nose STILL hurt frum you! Lost job cuza you! CAN'T BREATHE OUTTA ONE SIDE CUZA YOU!" He seemed almost ready to give an order for execution before a deep, thrumming bass voice echoed from behind the tribe leader's chair.

"Wait." A form rose slowly, moving to his side. It was the white katta. His tall and sinuously muscular form bespoke descent from a long line of true predators, the very way he moved seem like a graceful hunt. His red irises gave him a slightly sinister look by nature, though what they held within them along with his bearing seemed to tell otherwise. This was, perhaps, one of the most nobile of his kind Parreyon had ever seen, his outfit exactly like it had been in his dream, even bedecked in his sleek silver armor, a red cape flowing behind him as he moved.

"Do you not think it would be better to follow the path Our Lady has set out for us?" The goblin tribe leader eyed the katta. Wearily, then sighed, nodding. The white katta whispered something to the goblin tribal chief, who nodded again with a deep sigh. He spoke in gibberish once more and the raiding party leader jabbered back. The leader said the same thing again more insistently, and the other goblin relented, though he clearly did not seem happy about it.

The raid leader turned around and handed the SunBlade back to Parreyon before ordering the rest of the party to disperse. They disappeared, spreading out among the rest of the encampment, The albino Pantheri stepped forward slowly, chin raised, and spoke once again in his rumbling base.

"I have waited so long to meet you, Parreyon Syndicus. I am Sha'yaarl of the Nrrrowli'i Pride...and formerly one of the Commanders of the ClawKnights and a Noble of Kyathis. Exiled under the Omnicat's rule my Pride has dwindled to nothing...and it was on the brink of despair that I found Her." He spoke the pronoun with such reverence that there was no question who he was referring to.

"Now, since returning to Kyathis is beyond me, I move about the wastes, serving Her in all things...and she has guided me to you, Parreyon. She has told me that a very possible route of your destiny is to play an important part as a shaper of things to come for all Katta, and that you must be prepared to deal with that hardship...which is why She has guided you to me." He reach down at his waist and pulled his own weapon, remarkably like the SunBlade but with a few small differences and obviously far more ancient in design, from his waist in one smooth, deft draw before holding it vertically in front of his snout in salute.

"I'm sure you have many questions, but I must assess something first. The time has come, Parreyon. Tell me--no...show me how you use your blade."

[Parreyon Syndicus]

Parreyon followed the goblins step by step questioning the decision all the way. When they finally arrived at their destination, Parreyon eyed the leader of these goblins and had to squint to be sure. Was it the same shaman who had commanded the snake that had poisoned his eyes blinding him? This shaman was the reason for the nightmares he had had from that brightening to this. Everything inside of Parreyon stirred, and he was ready to kill the goblin with his bare paws.

Then the voice of reason came to them both, katta and shamantic goblin. it was the katta voice of the white pantheri that had brought him to this situation in the first place. Parreyon watched every move the katta made and wondered who this katta truly was. He stated his name and his history, and Parreyon felt an instant connection. The connection became a bond the moment he spoke of 'Her'.

Was this katta a follower of Kaimelea as well? How splendid to hear such things; Parreyon was ready to jump out of his boots with joy. Once again His Mistress had aided him in his quest to serve Her to full capacity; Heart, Body, and Soul. It was apparent that Kaimelea had brought him to a crossroads that could effect all katta. Would She Who Opens the Eye be seeking to open the eyes of the Katta Nation? How would he effect that? The thoughts were endless, but Sha'yaarl gave Parreyon no more time to think about it. He wished to assess Parreyon's abilities here and now.

Parreyon withdrew the SunBlade and was about to attune to it when it hit him that this was a test of true ability. Parreyon would not let the enhancesments and defenses of the Blade alter his own talents with the weapon in paw. The katta, Sha'yaarl, asked for an honorable assessment, and this was what Parreyon would give.

The downside was that Parreyon had been given a latent power thanks to his time travelling back on the Isle with Milo and Company. He could not turn it on or off, it just was. Parreyon had not perfected the art either, and so it did not always tell him things -but- Parreyon had the ability to foresee the future when it came to combat. He saw events unfold based on current actions giving him the upperhand on what move to do. Parreyon had already defeated a city gang in Arakmat thanks to the ability. In order to enter a combative trance, the opportunity existed that this ability might reveal something.

Parreyon had entered the combat trance so many times, that it was second nature to him. The first brightenings on the training grounds of The Imperia Suns, Parreyon had learned how to clear his mind in order to focus on the task at hand. It helped him to think clearer and active instinctively to all things combat around him. It was not an arcanic thing, but merely a training tool to help warriors focus. The view of the sunBlade flaming in his mind, clearing all other thoughts from his head, Parreyon looked upon his new mentor with determination.

Parreyon used basic combinations first using the blade's speed to it's advantage. Feet shoulder width apart, hands held at belt line with the blade at a thrity degree angle from being truly verticle, this was the warrior's posture that he acted from. He remained on the balls of his feet for quick reaction. He remembered his shaaaskak training which he used in conjunction with his SunBlade. Parreyon was ready.

He came in three quick times with short, controlled jab like thrusts to see how the white pantheri would react. Both looked to be right handed, and Parreyon held the blade in one hand only, his right, as he normally held his Shield of Kaimelea in his left hand. After the third quick jab like thrust of the blade, Parreyon brought the blade up over his left shoulder and came down at a forty five degree arc in an attempt to force a reaction out of Sha'yaarl. The object was to make the katta bring his blade up in defence keeping the right hand occupied that held the blade. This would allow Parreyon to follow through with his left elbow aiming for the head of the white Pantheri. Whether or not the elbow made contact, Parreyon would sin through the move and come back to his warrior's stance.

[Masamune]

The goblin leader--not exactly a shaman, but still in charge--was harrumphing loudly at the attention being given to Sha'yaarl rather than he. If Parreyon bothered to search his memory very closely, he might notice that this one was indeed the janitor that Parreyon had knocked out cold to effect his escape.

But there was little time to focus on the goblin, as Sha'yaarl came at Parreyon quick and fierce. Parr's blade dipped thrice at Sha'yaarl, who expertly turned it away each time. As the last remnant of one of the founding prides of the ClawKnights, Sha'yaarl's skill was unmatched among any the ranks had to offer. Very quickly Parreyon would notice the albino's skill. There was no wasted movement, no extra effort. These movements were the marks of someone of neigh-unmatchable skill. Even with Parreyon's ability to predict his opponents movement, it meant nothing if he couldn't get there quick enough to counter the move, and Sha'yaarl's movements were so fast that even the predictive Parreyon would be hard-pressed just to keep defending against.

A quick riposte against Parreyon's attempted slash allowed Sha'yaarl to step into Parreyon's effective range, holding the blade in his right hand he delivered a slash from the panthari's right shoulder to his left hip before advancing another step and bringing the blade, currently across his own body, up to slash across from Parreyon's right to his left along the katta's midsection. He followed this up by stepping in once more, steadily advancing with a sharp thrust before spinning to land heavily with one last step forward, the open palm of his paw slamming into the young Kaimalean servant's chest, throwing him back a handful of paces.

At least, that was the attack sequence Parreyon saw in his head the instant before it happened, and with a ferocious speed that would frighten even the most hardened of warriors. What remained was to see how Parreyon reacted to the movements as they happened.

[Parreyon Syndicus]

And with one flash like glimpse of the future, Parreyon realized he could not match the quickness of his attack. The jab like thrusts would be blocked, but his whole attempt at luring the Albino would be countered by pure speed. Parreyon was unsure how but needed to use Sha'yaarl's speed against him somehow.

He could not help but evaluate, for a second, the precision of the combat style Sha'yaarl used. The fact that nothing was wasted allowed him to conserve his own energies for when it was needed. It was crisp and unfaltering. Honestly, it was remarkable to behold. If Parreyon learned nothing esle from this Katta, that would be his one trait Parreyon wanted to perfect; effertless and flawless movement, as sharp as a warrior's blade.

But Parreyon understood that nothing could be learned if he held back at every failed attack that he could foretell. He would try to use the talent to his advantage but not at the cost of losing the lesson that was to be given to him. his mind lost all thought of the desert goblins for the moment, and he was tuned in both physically and mentally to Sha'yaarl.

As he had foreseen, Parreyon continued onward with the jab thrusts. What he tried to do was concentrate on the execution of them instead of the feinting purpose he had for them. he tried to move as if each attack was full of purpose, one after the other. His change of attack came from his slash. He stepped in with his foot lifting his blade to attack, but instead shifted his back leg to change his position hoping to be quick enough that when Sha'yaarl countered with the slash of his own. If Parreyon was successful in avoiding the attack, he knew that the downward thrust from right to left by Sha'yaarl would leave him vulnerable if but for a second. Parreyon used his right leg and came in hard with a lunge kick to the hip of Sha'yaarl. If his attack failed, he would later learn from it by mentally dissecting each movement he took and observing each movement Sha'yaarl countered with.

[Masamune]

Sha'yaarl watched as Parreyon moved. Had Parreyon's abilities been a method of mind-reading it would have been useless against the white katta. He didn't think, he simply acted and reacted as his eras of training had taught him. The pantheri's skill was not as simple as that, however, it was more of a temporal prediction. As the katta ClawKnight followed through on that attack sequence, making their parrying a bit more difficult rather then acting as distracting feints to be batted aside. As Sha'yaarl stepped in to slash, Parreyon avoided the attack only just barely, and he lept in, taking advantage of the katta's opening.

When Parreyon lunge kicked at his opponent, Sha'yaarl spun, taking the kick to his hip and continued to spin, diffusing the power behind the kick by turning it into a spin rather than resisting the force, and as he spun in a full circle, he turned the blade in his hand and brought a backslash across Parreyon's chest, throwing his weight on his now-front leg, and completed the spin with a round kick that would otherwise snap into the pantheri's jowls, completed with stopping his momentum and pushing off back the direction he'd turned from, tucking his shoulder and body-checking Parreyon...at least that's what the katta's predictive skill told him Sha'yaarl was about to do.

"Nir'Keirron almighty," the white katta muttered, not even out of breath as they sparred, "You're better then I expected...I thought your skill was supposed to be lower then this...so then why can you read my moves so well? Only master swordsmen have the skill to even guess what I do. I'd know, I've tested that theory." He had an amused look on his face, showing how interesting he thought it, "And what's more...if you've never been to Kyathis, how do you have a Nar'diir? It looks different than most, but it's essentially built the same, looking at it...I thought the Empire didn't have Nar'diir...at least I've never seen one outside of Kyathis save my own."