Kuya didn't have a sword. So he decided going around looking for something that could suffice for the time being.

He found a good piece of wood amd carved a wooden sword out of it. He started practicing with it.

Kuya needed to buy a real sword but he was very short on cash. He sat down on a rock near by. And he started to think.

He put the wooden sword into his belt and started to walk. He put on his cloak and started to think of his past.....

Kuya past was a long and sad one. He was the heir to the kingdom of the Zyndane-the last resistance to the Dark Dragons that plagues his lands lands...

The last of the Dark Dragons and the last of Kuya's Zyndane fought. Kuya fought and his faithful and gallant dragon, Gurthang fought until their last breath. But when dawn passed over the horizon, Kuya had been transported to this world...

All his weapons and equiptment was gone. All he had was a cloak, and wella wooden sword now.

He walked and walked and came apoun the city laid before him.

He entered the city and his stomach started to grumble. He entered a nice cozy restaraunt and bought some bread and butter.

Done with his small meal, he ordered some mil drank it and thanked the owners of the restaraunt. He walked outside and felt the cold air was over him.

Kuya beagn thinking of his past before his past. He remembered the face of his mother...

She looked at the man. He looked ready to fight and that was what she was here for. When he finished eating she walked up to him.
Sorry to sound abrupt, but I need to fight. Do you want to?
She hoped he wasn't as arrogant as other men, who prefered to say:
I dont fight girls. Go and cook if you want to do some thing
If he said no because she was a girl she wasn't going to hesitate.

She was going to slit his throat.

(lol)

'yes sure, I will fight you.' Kuya unsheathed his sword Anduril. It was glowing faintly, yet is was a wonder to behold. 'Ready when you are.'

She smiled. She unsheathed her sword. It came out with a crisp scrape. The light reflected of it and bounced on to his face, he fliched, she laughed.
I'm ready alright you look it, but you shouldn't be so ready. I have never lost a fight and I dont intend to lose today.
She sniggered gleefully at the look of suprise on his face.
It would be fun beating him.

(You can't control what my character does!)

He took out his own sword. Seeing that her's was only a longsword he was too worried.

She looked at his sword. It was the same as hers! She was concentrating hard the the sword throbbing under her fingers, it was hot. She closed her eyes. She loved fighting and she was glad she was about to do so. It wasn't that she would win it was the feeling of exileration with the sword in her hand, the wind in her hair and that she was temporarily out of this world and in her own world.

(OOC Sorry. Didn't mean to!)

'Oh wait a minute, wrong sword!' Kuya gently sheathed the sword he was holding and put the full scabbard on a rock. He pulled out another sword. One hundred times more beautiful than the other. 'Sorry about that. You seemed like a stronger opponent so I thought I would choose this sword.' The sword was beatiful, it had runes on the bottom part of the blade near the beautiful mythril wrapped handle. From the bottom of the blade, two blades protruded.

She smiled gently, it was a beautiful sword. She had only ever heard of this in tales of famous fights. When he drew out his sword he looked as though this was not a fight easily won. But she knew one thing he did not seem to realise, due to the expression of pride on his face, a sword doesn't win a fight, a person does. She spun the sword around and raised it above her head. She used her other hand draw him closer with three of her long fingers. She had to try to intimidate him if she was going to win.

'Aye, I see the expression on your face, it's true a person does win the battle, not the sword. Now show me what you have! Kuya said still in her grip (careful not to spit in her face as he talked). 'Keep tp your word and let me see what you can do with a sword!

She smirked, she knew he thought her an unworthy opponant.
I dont care thats just bad news for him
She unsheathed her second sword and pulled it infront of her, she stood steady waiting for the attack. She knew these people and knew that he was going to want to attack. She waited for him to runn towards him like they all did. She waited for him to be so gullable as to think that this was going to be a breeze. She waited for him to strike, to miss and to fall. Her hair had been fluttering in the wind and she anxiously wanted to runn her fingers through it. She felt her arm itch. She hoped it wasn't him trying to put down her guard and she was quite sure it wasn't.
No magic, okay with you?

'Fine by me....But you have to be the first to attack, since I sense you have little magical abilities or none at all by setting up that rule. Because I have a few spells I have learned.'Kuya said. 'Oh and by the way, intimidating me will be your end. Kuya took up a stance, in which he could counter most attacks with a block or a simple slash of his sword. His sword started to glow feintly.

(ooc you sould do writing in blod and thinking in italics if you did then you would know anything about what I was doing in my last post apart from no magic okay, I was thinking and as far as I can see from your inventory you cant read minds)
She walked slowly foward and ran forward, she scrathched on his neck an the letterR
For Ruto

(OOC: ur getting a bit annoying. And ur not getting my character. He can't read minds, and he assumes things. And you can't control what happens to my character. I can give you a warn for that.)

Kuya casting divine fury on himself, the woud healed before it could make a scar. He then counter attacked to the left very quickly, the spell only adding to the velocity of the blade as it was swung. take this.... Kuya thought.

(OOC Im getting a bit annoying, critising me when you've been here about 10minutes. I'm abandoning this post goodbye)
She looked at him with discust and walked away.

(OOC: Crtitising? Apparently you don't know what that means. And when did I ever critisize you?)

Kuya looked at her defiantly wanting to give her a slash with his sword, but held back his anger. He too walked away. He did not know what happened and he was confused. He wondered if she would learn to understand. He sheathed his sword and kept walking. He hoped that he would never meet her again.