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Kitayla nodded then watched him. "I guess I'll practice with you." She said and followed Charles to the practice dummy. She waved goodbye to Tobias as she followed Charles. Kit pulled out her sword and glanced at Gran before looking back at Charles.

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Gran took flight and sat down near Charles. Charles was once again stabbing and and slicing the dummy. He could only here the slicing and the noise of his sword.

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Kitayla wen to another practice dummy and started to slash at it. She changed how she slashed and stabbed it every few minutes to practice different moves. Kit smiled as she practiced. It released some of her worry about the kingdom and the attack. But only some of it.

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Charles used all these different techniques. He saw Kitayla in the corner of his eye, but focused on the dummy again. He then slice its head off. The head rolled to Charles' feet. He picked it up, took his dagger out and tossed it in the air. He threw his dagger and it hit the dummy's head and it landed on the ground. The dagger barely missed, but it was better then nothing. He went over to it and took his dagger and sheathed both weapons. He picked the head up again and placed it back on the dummy.

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Kitayla continued changing techiques. When she saw him throw the head up she stopped and watched him. "Was that really nesessary?" she asked him laughing a bit. She wondered if he would do that during the attack. She hoped he wouldn't. That would be weird.

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"Yes, If, someone throws something at you in battle, you have to be able to keep it from hurting you. Now I'm not really going to take some one's head off and do that," Charles said with a chuckle. He then started looking at the damages.

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"Okay that makes sense." Kitayla said with a smile then looked at the dummy she had been using. There was not a single spot on the dummy that had not been slashed or stabbed. An arm had even been cut off. She looked over at Charles's dummy to see how it looked.

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Charles' arm hurt, but kept it to himself. The dummy looked like the first one he did. "Well, at least we'll have more then one person to slash at." Gran flew over.

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Alana

Alana followed Dante into the woods as she gazed up at the tall pines all around them. Not even Falstaff at full height could reach the tops of the trees. Aden had turned to Sara as she tried to stop the two from fighting but she personally still didn't trust the man fully for hiding so many secrets. She ignored it though as they traveled farther into the forest and shafts of light bleed through the trees and illuminated the dense floor beneath them. Even above the clouds the woods were still dark and every now and then she caught the strange sounds of the woodland creatures that dwelled within. Alana looked towards Falstaff as the dragon seemed to become agitated with her surroundings and stopped to see what was wrong with her friend "You seem upset Falstaff, is something troubling you?" The white scaled dragon bent her head to her and held her gaze with one giant blue eye "I believe we are being hunted at the moment but by what creature I do not yet know..." Alana could feel it too as eyes seemed to be watching them from the woods around them "Do you catch any scent nearby?" Alana asked as the dragon took in a few deep breaths and shook her head "I smell poison...and death..." She jerked her head up suddenly as a loud howl like screech pierced the silence of the forest and Alana narrowed her cold silver eyes "Let them come. We will be ready to send them to their deaths." She pulled out her claymore and held it steady with two arms as her muscles tensed for preparation of a fight. She could hear sounds and scuffling all around her till she caught the form of a creature in the shadows , it walked on its two front wings like a bat as it's barbed tail was poised to strike "Wyvers!" Falstaff roared in challenge to the creatures as she charged forward only to be met by two more of the beasts. Alana hacked off the head of a nearby wyvern that was the size of a horse as it's body convulsed at the sudden attack. She was met by another and another as she hacked and slashed the creatures expertly, she caught a glimpse of Aden using two short blades and cutting down at the wyverns with lighting speed as her attention was brought back to the spindly wyvern before her "Watch out for their poison!" it was all she could yell to the others as they continued to fight off the never endless creatures that ensnared them.

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"something's close." Sara said softly. The silence was pulled taunt, stretching every little noise until a little crack was a heavy tread of some large creature. A screech rent the air charging all of her scenes with a rush of adrenalin. The rapid crackling of leaves in front of her alerted her to an attacker. Yet she did not know exactly what she was facing until Alana called out "Wyverns!" Leveling her staff Sara took a step back, with the wyvern in front her her continuing it's advance. Closing her eyes she stretch out her senses, the soft whush of air caught her attention an she brought her staff up sharply blocking the wyverns tail with a crack. In a swift movement she twirled her staff and brought the end crashing down onto it's skull. The lean creature crumpled under the blow, knocked out but alive. In the moment of quick Sara let her mind race, she knew that there was something they could do to get the wyverns to cease their attack but at the moment she was drawing a blank. The fight going o. Around her was no helping her think at all, Canta helped a little, delivering a sharp kick to another wyvern who had been about to engage her in battle again. Suddenly she shouted "Fire!" Wyverns did not breath fire like their larger cousins making it one of the only things that they really feared and envied.

Dante spun quickly on the spot his sword flying to his hand like it had a mind of its own. In the attack it was clear to see his old battle prowess. However there was something in the thin line that made up his mouth showed his reluctance to engage in a fight no matter the enemy. Though he darted lightly among the long twisting bodies it soon became clear that they might be overwhelmed by shear numbers alone.