Role

Chapter 10

Practice weapons in hand Alrion stood surrounded by other
similarly armed warriors. It was his final training in the
ways of the Mercy of the Typhoon, and the fight was as real
as one could be without a bladed weapon. Moving from one
form to the next Dolphin Leaps Through A Wave flowed into
Octopus Mimics Coral he lept forward in a powered flurry of
attacks. Pushing his asailant back, without breaking stride
he rapidly moved onto the next when pain filled his right
wrist, like a noose tightening to breaking point. Suddenly
his wrist sitffened further as the weapon spun in his fingers
closing his grip he drove the hilt of the weapon up into the
chin of the next warrior student. Driving it home with one
final surge breaking jaw and sending teeth flying in all
directions. As the student slumped to the ground unconcious
Alrions wrist relaxed and his wooden weapon fell to the floor.

The monk stood a wicked gleam in his eye.
"Good good! Now finish him!"