Chapter 745: Studying the Blade_Mark of the Fool

Chapter 745: Studying the de

 Are you sure you want to do this? Bjorgrund asked, hefting his greataxe. The enormous weaponbuilt to be wielded by golem knights for crushing through the hardest, thickest armourgleamed in the multi-hued light of the sanctums portals. This isnt how you normally fight, is it? And excuse me if that sounds insulting, but

 The young giant flexed his muscr arms. Im scared that if I make a mistake, I could smash you into oblivion, or cut you in half, or rip you to shreds, or split you down the middle, or

 I think I get it, Alex grunted through clenched teeth. And you''re right, this isn''t the way I''m mostfortable fightingactually, that''s an understatement: I''ve never fought like this before.

 So, why now? You''re more of a spell-caster, right? the giant looked at him in confusion.

 Alex, the General of Thamnd, looked at him evenly. You''re right, but a lot has changedtely. So, I have to adjust. I think it''s more than time I explore all my options.

 He looked down at what was in his hand.

 And I do mean all my options.

 Holding swords wasnt normal for Alex.

 Hed learned how true that was on the Red Sirens deck when he and Theresa were testing the Mark of the Fools limits. Theyd been using one of Twinde Lus swords and one of her hunting knives. Alex had swung both, testing when the Mark would punish him for disobeying one of Uldars nobat decrees.

 With the knife, he was able to take a few swings right up until he and Theresa simted a fight, then the Mark acted to stop him. From that, hed learned that a knife was both a weapon and a tool, so the Mark had only punished him when he used it directly forbat.

 A sword, though, had one purpose; it was a tool meant for conflict, whether that was sparring, or sword-fighting, even in self-defence: it wasnt a tool meant for peeling carrots or potatoes, it was meant for fighting. When hed held or carried Theresa''s sword, the Mark had allowed him to do that, but when it came to swinging it, even once, the Marks interference had put a stop to that.

 That was thest time hed attempted to use a sword, he hadnt even tried when he''d inherited one, knowing how futile that would have been.

 But today he was ready to try again, using the very same one hed received from Hannah, the one he was holding.

 He was no sword expert, but he could tell that the Travellers sword was well bnced. Most of its weight was toward the weapons hilt, the de was light and sharp. Its strikes wouldnt have the heavier cutting power of the Twinde, but it would slice cleanly and be manoeuvrable in the hand.

 Magic radiated from it: Hannah had used the sword for hiding memories, and it still had plenty of enchantments left in it.

 He recognized the pathways of mana coursing through it, allowing it to have precise cutting power, strength and flexibility.

 What made the sleek de most interesting to Alex, though, was how conductive it was.

 He could easily pass his mana through it, allowing him to conduct spells through the de, and there was a remnant of the Travellers power remaining inside. There wasn''t enough of her energy left for the sword to act on its own, but if he wanted to channel his own power through it

 I bet I could channel Hannah''s power through it then use teleportation on anything it hits. He spected. Then, Id be able to cut into somethings body, like a Ravener-spawn, and teleport the severed part away

 He thought about his fight with the First Apostle at Uldars Rise, where he managedthrough abination of brute force and Hannahs powerrip the man''s arm off.

 With this de, he could turn that from a desperation move into a regr tool in his arsenal.

 That thought excited

 Uh, Alex? Bjorgrund asked.

 Yeah? The young wizard startled.

 You''ve been staring at that sword for about a minute nowdo you still want to fight? the young giant asked.

 A bright, red blush washed over his cheeks, barely hidden by his scraggly beard. He found himself d he hadnt gotten around to that shave quite yet. Yeah, geez, I''ve been wasting your time here. Alright, let''s get started. Justcould you do me a favour?

 Bjorgrund smiled. Of course: I know what you''re going to say, already.

 Alex smiled back. And what''s that?

 You''re gonna ask me not to go easy on you: dont worry, with a warrior of your abilities and experience? I''d never dreamof going easy on you! Don''t worry, mighty General. I''ll give you all I got!

 Alex''s smile quickly faded. What, are you out of your mind? You''repletely wrong! I''ve never used a sword beforefor the love of all that is good in the world, go easy on me! I''ve got no interest in being smashed into oblivion, or being cut in half, or being ripped to shreds, or being split down the middle, or

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 Alright, alright, you''ve made your point! the young giant cried, falling into a fighting stance. Let''s get started.

 Alex, for his part, fell into the first stance of the Spear-and-Oar dance. Let''s go.

 And he charged, the de held high.

 The young wizard was quick, and an expert at dodging the attacks of some of the deadliest foes across the nes. He literally danced around the young giants strikes, avoiding them with ease.

 Bjorgrund grunted, swinging his weapon with deceptive expertise, considering his youth, the axe de passing inches from Alex''s body.

 The young giant was good, but Alex had dealt with foes as deadly as the demon Kaz-Mowang; especially, since Bjorgrund was holding back, he could dodge the giants blows all day.

 But, this practice wasn''t about dodging.

 It was about testing newbat strategiesand Alex had never wielded a sword before.

 Instinct and experience told him that he should be holding his staff, peppering Bjorgrund with distracting spells so his summoned monsters or one of his friends could strike at the giant with a finishing blow.

 But, he was here alone, against the towering sparring partner, and the point of the entire exercise was to use his sword.

 So, after spinning around one of Bjorgrunds wide swings, Alex went for a strike with the t of the de, copying a move he''d seen Theresa use more times than he could count.

 It was a disaster.

 His perfected dance turned into a confused rush as he tried to club the young rune-marked in a move hed never used before.

 Bjorgrund easily backhanded him before he could make it into the young giants reach.

 It felt like an avnche had struck; the young wizardunched off his feet, soaring through the air, mming to the sanctum floor.

 Urrrhuhhhuhhhraaaaargh, he gurgled.

 Oh no! Are you all right? Bjorgrund cried, bounding over to him.

 I''m fffineee. Alex drooled on the floor. Just trying to put my skeleton back in my body.

 Sorry, I swung a little hard! the giant apologised. You were dodging so much, then you tried that clumsy rush, and I thought it was just a feint, and youd counter me!

 Ugh, so its not enough for you to break my body, you also have to break my spirit too Alex wheezed.

 No, it''s not like that, I

 Im joking.

 With a groan, Alex pushed himself off the floor, muttering Mana to Life. His practice with tonality and bodynguage was already making the spell work much faster. He could feel his bruises healing.

 You''re feeling better? the giant asked. Casting that spell seems easier for you now.

 Much easier, Alex agreed. And thank you by the way.

 I''m just saying what I see: you''re a lot faster

 No, no, I don''t mean forplimenting meI mean for smashing me like that. Alex cracked his neck.

 Uhokay? The young giant looked confused again.

 You''ve given me a baseline: very important in experimentation, the young wizard stretched. Now I know exactly how well I''ll do when ites to using a sword before I apply my new Mark. Time to see how fast I improve. Give me a second.

 He thought about the previous exchange with the giant, and focused the Mark of the General on the task of infusing his knowledge of different dances into swordy. He also had it draw on his experience with cooking and his knowledge of anatomy, focusing on using them to improve his strikes.

 Dozens of sesses and failures flowed into his mind, neatly ordered, showing him how the movements of dance could be used aggressively, how the edge alignment and knife-y of butchering meat could apply to his cuts with a sword, and how his knowledge on anatomy could teach him where to strike with the Travellers de.

 Alex smiled. This is going to be interesting. And

 He paused, feeling waves of emotion washing over him.

 What was that? He felt concern, irritation, annoyanceand also, envy? He looked at the floor where hed ced the spell guides, and his other gearincluding the aeld staff.

 It was leaning against the wall, its crystal blooms, zing. Alex could feel jealousy, all aimed at the sword in his hand.

 He grinned sheepishly at the aeld. Don''t worry, I''m not going to set you aside for a new weapon. I''m just practising with this to open my options.

 If a staff could go hmph'', his staff would have hmphed.

 Bjorgrund looked at Alex sidelong, his eyes darting between the young wizard and the staff. Are you talking to that piece of wood?

 Yes, Alex said simply.

 Uhdoes it respond?

 In a way. the young wizard fell back into a stance of the Spear-and-Oar dance.

 Uh, maybe we should take a break The giant lifted his axe again. Maybe you''ve been working too hard, it sounds like your mindOh shit!

 The young wizard charged, using the Mark of the General.

 Their exchange was far less disastrous this time.

 The Mark constantly guided Alexs body, drawing on his experiences in dance, cooking and anatomy, weaving them into his and Bjorgrunds battle. At first, the young wizard only dodged the giants strikes, calling on the Mark to use his knowledge of bodynguage to learn Bjorgrunds patterns when he fought.

 Dodging the giant grew easier as his subtle tells were revealed during their fight.

 Soon, the General found openings in his fighting style.

 Calling on the Mark, Alex darted back in for a strike.

 The Giants eyes widened.

 Where Alexs rush was a clumsy copy of one of Theresas deadly strikes before, now it was unique: a fusion of a strike from the Spear-and-Oar danceand the aggressive movements of many other dancesand the wizards powerful body flowed through the giants guard.

 Years of cookingsplitting meat and vegetablesguided his arm, joining with a swing of his body weight from the dances.

 Anatomy books whispered the target to him: a nerve running through the giants torso.

 The t of the de struck home with a loud p.

 Argh! Bjorgrund recoiled, stumbling back in surprise. What inhow didow! He rubbed his side, looking down at it. Felt like you cut me there, did you really use the t?

 Yeah, Alex said, smiling. I really did.

 What in the names of all my ancestors, you moved differently! Alexs sparring partner cried. The first time you struck at me, you were like a drunk, clumsy animal, it was easy to hit you. Now It waspletely different, like youd be a different fighter!

 Now the wizard outright beamed. Did I really do that much better?

 I''ll sayand you wanted me to go easy on you! Bjorgrund huffed. Were you holding back?

 No, the Mark just helped me improve really fast. I think you''ll have to hold back less now. Alex grinned.

 Now Bjorgrund grinned back. His rune shed in the middle of his chest. Now we''ve got us a fight! I hope you''ll let mee at you with full strength, this is fun!

 Yeah, I can see why Theresa likes it so muchthough it definitely isn''t my preferred way of fightingbut still, it is fun.

 Oh yeah! So, we go again? Bjorgrund asked.

 You know it.

 Lifting their weapons, the wizard and rune-marked charged forward.

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Chapter 745: Studying the Blade