ᴇʟɪᴊᴀʜ ᴍᴀʟᴏɴᴇ | ᴘᴀɴ | sᴡᴏʀᴅ sᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀ
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After a short amount of time, Elijah had finished his warm-ups with his sword. It was light-weight, similar to a fencing sword, but thicker and shaped like a broadsword. It definitely had some weight, but he had no trouble swinging it around. Behind his back, he lit a match, all whilst he juggled the sword around his body. As it translated from one hand into the other behind him, it burst into flames upon breezing past the small flame. Elijah dropped the matchstick and put one foot firmly over it to snuff out the flame as he continued his sword play, the fire lighting up his share of the arena. Gradually, his movements slowed, until he did a graceful spin.
The sword flung from his hands, and he faked panic, all the while getting ready to catch the sword. A firm, thick block of wooden board rested on his tongue, and with careful precision he caught the tip of the sword with it, balancing it with a soft laugh. It had taken him too long to get this trick right, and now all he had to do was make the tip blunt and remove the wood.
The sword flung from his hands, and he faked panic, all the while getting ready to catch the sword. A firm, thick block of wooden board rested on his tongue, and with careful precision he caught the tip of the sword with it, balancing it with a soft laugh. It had taken him too long to get this trick right, and now all he had to do was make the tip blunt and remove the wood.
location : main tent







