"Your strikes are full of anger," observed a mild voice from nearby. In a corner of the Garden's training center, unnoticed, a middle-aged hyur sat, knees neatly folded 'neath him, in seiza posture. The crimson-haired stranger sipped from a rounded cup of tea, his peaceful demeanor at odds with his scarred countenance and grim eyepatch.
His remaining eye stayed closed and relaxed for a few more moments, before he opened it to regard K'ailia politely. He wore not the red uniform of Garden students, but remained clothed in his own ebon garb instead. "Expending that much energy, that swiftly would leave you open to counterattack on the battlefield," he offered. "You seem aware of that, though. You move with the stance of an experienced hunter."
His remaining eye stayed closed and relaxed for a few more moments, before he opened it to regard K'ailia politely. He wore not the red uniform of Garden students, but remained clothed in his own ebon garb instead. "Expending that much energy, that swiftly would leave you open to counterattack on the battlefield," he offered. "You seem aware of that, though. You move with the stance of an experienced hunter."
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