The sun glittered in the sky, high above the Military academy. Here and there, song birds could be seen fluttering about, impervious to the actions of those land bound creatures below. Midian watched them for a moment as he shrugged of his cloak, revealing a sleevless tunic of soft leather dyed black, and a pair of breeches of the same material. His boots were worn, yet still sturdy. Turning back to the now, he ran a well tanned hand through his black hair, and called out to those who could here him.

I am Midian of the Black Gaurd, and I challenge any who would accept to a trail of arms! If you think you can best me then feel free to try!

His red eyes flashed in challenge, his teeth shown in a deadly grin. With a grim laugh, he drew his blade and set it aside with his cloak, and walked among the practice weapons, selecting ong that was of similar weight and balance. Swinging it expertly, and judging it adequate, he moved to the center of the arena. Curious to see if any would accept his challenge.

"i would acept your challange sir but i feel not in the way of arms... but if unarmed combat what do you say?" Vestien dislike dueling and 'training' he saw the latter as unnecicary and duels never worked for him parying was beond him he had never seen the point just fell you oponent befor they could react it was simple... but not if you oponant was skilled.

Midian grinned as he eyed the man before him. The man was obviously a barbarian, bent completely on stength. It would be an interesting distraction. He tossed the practice sword aside as he moved into a low crouch.

Very well Sir, May I know the name of my foe? I have already intorduced myself.

As he spoke, he cleared his mind, allowing himself to focus, feeling the muscles tighten in anticipation of the coming surge of adrenaline. A calm washed over him as he cleared his thoughts of all distractions. Like the birds he cared not for the distractions around him, he was set to the task at hand.

He is big, perhaps I can use this size against him. I'm willing to bet he'll try to levle me in his first few blows. Lets see if I can make him sweat alittle.

Midian let out an evil laugh, as he motioned that he was ready. He had fought barbarians aplenty, and though they were strong, they were no mach for the discipline of a trained warrior. It had been proven time and again, they always focus more on offense and forget to protect themselves. The strength of the barbarians armies is almsot always in their numbers. They seem to raise vast hoards of warriors from just a simple village, each ready to die in battle. Time to see how they did alone.

"my name is vestein. But i trust this is not a fight to the death they are so cliched." he as hesmilled pulled of his cloke "just a question do you mind if i throw somthing extra into the mix?" he to crouched low and felt the rage biulding with in him but it would be no good here not againced a trained fighter. Being blinded by anger did nothing for your fighting abilitys with out a wepon and more than one target but in a duel it would be usles. He would have to reliey on his wits agility and strengh... asuming he could land a punch. His arms lenghend slightly but he manged to hold the beast for now.

Midian chuckled lightly as he watched his opponent. He was already fighting to remain in control of his emotions. This might go quicker than he thought.

Very good Vestein, fear not, I will not kill you. You requested a hand to hand combat, and so long as you to not change that fact, I care not what you do.

Enough of this, it is time to show this savage what it means to be black gaurd. Midian surged forward, his powerful legs covering the distance between him and his foe in just a few strides. With suprising precision, he kicked out at Vestien's knee, following it up by sending his right fist hurtling towards the barbarian's jaw.

Slowly a croud began to gather, all interested in who would prove the stronger. Midian knew better than to get distracted by an audience. He was no gladiator ment to entertain the masses. His goal was simple. Defeat the enemy by any means neccesary. Let the masses grumble and complain, let the lesser warriors speculate as to what he could have done better. To the victor go the spoils, and he had every intention of being the victor.

Vestein fell from the kick to the knee and luckly it put him out of the way of the fist heading for his jaw. He hit the floor but not waiting he lashed out with a foot into the back of Midans legs trying to trip him. He then roled back and jumped to his feet. Black gaurd he thaught they needed to get out more.

Midian grunted with satisfaction as Vestien fell to the ground. He moved closer wanting to finish this quickly, when suddenly, his legs were swept from beneath him. Pushing himself to his feet, eyes flashing dangerously, Midian was suprised that Vestien had not pressed his attack, but instead rolled out of range before getting up.

Perhaps I underestimated you barbarian, but that is a mistake I shall not make twice. Many of your brothers have let their blood flow down my sword. A pity it shall have to wait to taste yours.

Midian crouched once again, his muscles tensed and ready to spring in any direction. He flexed his fingers, leting each knuckle crack before moving to the next. Under his breath he muttered an oath against his mistake. Had this been a true battle, he may very well be dead right now.

"I am surprised at you an unskilled beast such as myself should be by all right dead by your hands at this point" Despite all his jokes Vesteins head was pounding from the fall andd if that punch had conected with his chin he would be down for the count. His eyes began to mist over slightly as he waited for the attack, not good he thaught not now later i will lose if it happens now...