Shynthriir had just gained the position of weapon master of Imythess, an honor that brough joy to Shynthriir heart. He had ony been in the lands for a short amounf of time, to become this. He was standing in the arena waiting to see if anyone would want his help in a personal one on one session with him.

Tralstin stepped out of the far left door, out from the main hall. He jogged over to the training master, leaving a slight trail of dust. As soon as he reached the man, he flicked his new sword's blade into the dust in a swordsman's salute.

"Reporting for being trained sir!" He stated. He grinned a little, and flicked his blade into the air, both hands wielding the heavy sword. His helm fell a little over his eyes, obscuring his vision slightly.

It was about time, Shynthriir though to himself. He had been waiting for awhile for someone to come; perhaps the school wasn't as popular as he though. Though perhaps again that today was just a slow day in the lands. Shynthriir looked the man over and knew that this one was going to be more than enough for now. He only had one blade, something that Shynthriir believed he could never get used to himself. He had his own two weapons, twin scimitars, sheathed at his belth.

Shynthriir gave the man a bow then stood up straight once more, And who might I call my first pupil? Shynthriir asked before gliding his hand through his long white hair.

"Tralstin. And who would be my teacher today?" Tralstin said. He flicked his hand up to his helm, and adjusted it. In true human curiosity, he felt the little horns on the side again, seeing if they would draw blood. Of course, in a true safety fashion, they didn't. He grunted, and returned his hand to the leather hilt of his barbarian's sword.

The arena floor and sun combined caste an interesting glow on his sword, and slight whisps of dust blew across the ground. Tralstin glanced at the sun, and decided it was in the afternoon.Maybe this'll drag on until night? Then I would have to take a bite to eat, maybe some chicken or...Back to the trainer, back to the trainer Tralstin. Tralstin thought to himself, his mind wandering.

Shynthriir is my name, but you may call me Shynth, it is far easier to say. Shynthriir didn't know how to go about training another person in the ways of weapons, this person being his first student. Shynthriir stopped leaning against the wall and then slowly walking toward a more central area of the areaa presuming that Tralstin would follow him there. Once he reached a better spot, Shynthriir placed his hands on the hilts of his weapons. A quick sparring match, to test your current skills, Shynthriir informed the man. Shynth didn't know how hard to puch Tralstin, nor if he should only use one weapon for the moment. He decided to just keep his hands on the hilts of his weapons until the moment that he decided.

"Okay Shrynth. A spar sounds just about right." Tralsin said. He followed Shrynthriir to the point, and drew his broadsword. He looked at Shrynthriir's twin scimitars, and thought of how to assualt him.

If he uses two swords, he is effectively lowering his ability, especially when fighting someone with longer reach. If he uses one, he'll have more power, but still be lower on the reach. But he's going to be faster than me in the swing. Tralstin pondered his options, but realized his sword was his only choice. Unless of course a different weapon were to magically appear in front of him. But that wasn't going to help him any.

Shynthriir drew a lone scimitar and quickly adjusted it in his hand to make sure he had the best hand hold that he could on the hilt. The scimitar seemed perfect in his hand, an extection to his own arm. Its balance perfect and its weight seemed now nothing. He came at the man in a short little routine, a false one for now for he didn't call upon any of his many inert abilities. Even without the use of them, he still had an upper hand for his weapon was light and the one in Tralsin's hand was heavy, therefore the attacks coming from it would be slightly slower and missed attack surely would leave Tralsin slightly out of balance. Shynthriir was yet again analizing his opponent before the battle had even begun, he did it mindlessly now, something that happened because of habit and not because he knew he had to.

In his routine, the short one that he had already started, Shynthriir held his scimitar in his right hand, the tip angled toward the ground as to not give away the direction of the attack which was to come. As he got closer, close enough to start the routine, he rounded his blade out and to his right, sweaping it high and back inside to have a diagonal attack down at Tralsin's left shoulder. He made sure as to not put too much force behind the attack, nor speed, for he meant not to harm him, just to warm him up.

Tralstin didn't judge how he was going to block it, he knew that he would never get his sword up fast enough to block it. He jumped to one side, and neatly dodged the blow. His eyes set themselves on those of his opponents, and he prepared to counter while his opponent's weapon was in midswing. He gripped the sword with two hands, and swung at a slow enough pace to block, he didn't want to hurt anyone's pretty face today. Unless of course, it happen's to be an orc's. Then it was an entirely different matter.

Shynthriir saw the motion coming the second that Selarki started to move his sword. Shynthriir didn't try to stop the rotating that came from his privious attack, he didn't need to. He had practiced fighting while moving in such ways and found it to suit him just fine, always tended to keep his oppenents on their toes because they never seemed to know what they were going to face when he came around.

He called forth the warrior that was within and a surge of extra speed came to him. His left hand reached for his second sicmitar and pulled it loose from his belt. This was while his whole body was turned away from his student. When he came abck around, he had two weapons, both scimitars, one in each hand. The fresh scimitar blocked the attack that was coming from Selarki, had it not been for Shynthriir's greater speed, the attack wouldn't still be in the process. His scimitar blocked the weapon, pushing it out to the man's right side with the added momentum of the spin, his other scimitar was headed toward Selarki's exposed left side.