Dream 002
Warnings: Fighting, annnnd someone dying.
"The parry is wrong." a young Drizzt scoffed, staring up at the taller Drow in front of him. They both held their weapons, the older man lowering his own for the time and leaning against it. Waiting for an explanation.
"The cross-down defeats the attack, but to what gain?" Drizzt explained to the weapons master, a man who knew far more about fighting than Drizzt would at such a young age. but he seemed so confident in his claim, "When the move is completed my sword tips remain down too low for an effective attack routine, and you are able to slip back and free."
"But you have defeated my attack."
"Only to face another." Drizzt argued. "The best position I can hope to obtain from the cross-down is an even stance."
"Yes." The elder drow agreed, not quite understanding where the problem lie in his student's eyes.
Drizzt raised his voice then, "Remember your own lesson, Zaknafein! Every move should bring an advantage you preach to me, but I see no advantage in using the cross-down."
"You recite only one part of that lesson for your own purpose." Zak scolded, now countering the younger drow's anger with his own. "Complete the phrase, or don't use it at all! 'Every move should bring an advantage or take away a disadvantage' The cross-down defeats the double thrust low, and your opponent has obviously gained the advantage if he even attempts such a daring offensive maneuver! Returning to an even stance is far preferable at that moment."
"The parry is wrong." Drizzt said stubbornly.
"Pick up your blades." Zak ordered, taking a few threatening steps forward. Drizzt hesitated and Zak charged. His swords extended for an attack whether the drow liked it or not.
What happened next was almost a blur. Instead of the dark training chamber they were in moments before, they were in bright, green-glowing caves, rivers of acid bubbling below as the drow stood on stone platforms. Looking ready to crumble at any moment.
Drizzt looked older now, and Zaknafein looked so much different. His face was harder, his eyes glowing a bright white instead of that deep red they were suppose to be. Their swords clashed, Drizzt constantly screaming for his father and weapon's master to take control of himself again. he couldn't. And in the end, Zak had fallen into the acid below with loud, screeching screams of pain.
[ Drizzt awoke not with a start, but with a twitch of his body as the dream ended. Guen was safely in her astral plane, and while he would have enjoyed her company now of all times, he didn't call her out. He didn't move much at all really, keeping his back to the dreamberry as he recalled the dream. The dream that was actually clashing memories of both his childhood, and shortly after he abandoned his home. They were memories he didn't want to see again, but ones he would forever be haunted by, ]
"The parry is wrong." a young Drizzt scoffed, staring up at the taller Drow in front of him. They both held their weapons, the older man lowering his own for the time and leaning against it. Waiting for an explanation.
"The cross-down defeats the attack, but to what gain?" Drizzt explained to the weapons master, a man who knew far more about fighting than Drizzt would at such a young age. but he seemed so confident in his claim, "When the move is completed my sword tips remain down too low for an effective attack routine, and you are able to slip back and free."
"But you have defeated my attack."
"Only to face another." Drizzt argued. "The best position I can hope to obtain from the cross-down is an even stance."
"Yes." The elder drow agreed, not quite understanding where the problem lie in his student's eyes.
Drizzt raised his voice then, "Remember your own lesson, Zaknafein! Every move should bring an advantage you preach to me, but I see no advantage in using the cross-down."
"You recite only one part of that lesson for your own purpose." Zak scolded, now countering the younger drow's anger with his own. "Complete the phrase, or don't use it at all! 'Every move should bring an advantage or take away a disadvantage' The cross-down defeats the double thrust low, and your opponent has obviously gained the advantage if he even attempts such a daring offensive maneuver! Returning to an even stance is far preferable at that moment."
"The parry is wrong." Drizzt said stubbornly.
"Pick up your blades." Zak ordered, taking a few threatening steps forward. Drizzt hesitated and Zak charged. His swords extended for an attack whether the drow liked it or not.
What happened next was almost a blur. Instead of the dark training chamber they were in moments before, they were in bright, green-glowing caves, rivers of acid bubbling below as the drow stood on stone platforms. Looking ready to crumble at any moment.
Drizzt looked older now, and Zaknafein looked so much different. His face was harder, his eyes glowing a bright white instead of that deep red they were suppose to be. Their swords clashed, Drizzt constantly screaming for his father and weapon's master to take control of himself again. he couldn't. And in the end, Zak had fallen into the acid below with loud, screeching screams of pain.
[ Drizzt awoke not with a start, but with a twitch of his body as the dream ended. Guen was safely in her astral plane, and while he would have enjoyed her company now of all times, he didn't call her out. He didn't move much at all really, keeping his back to the dreamberry as he recalled the dream. The dream that was actually clashing memories of both his childhood, and shortly after he abandoned his home. They were memories he didn't want to see again, but ones he would forever be haunted by, ]