I stared at the newcomer who had entered the room. "Can't anybody let me sulk in peace?"
"You look like you could do with a sparring partner."
I sized him up. He didn't look like too much, but he reminded me of someone but I just couldn't put my finger on it. "Yeah, actually... You're probably right."
I moved to a fair starting position as the newcomer picked his weapon, a polearm. I deliberately bluntened my katana in case I hurt him. As frustrated as I was I really didn't want to cause anybody some REAL pain.
He stood opposite me and we regarded each other for a brief moment before moving towards each other at a casual pace. I faked to his arm, which he was prepared for, following through with a slice to the belly which he also blocked. I smiled. This guy was no piece of cake.
Head, shoulder, legs, head, arms, he blocked everything I threw at him and we ended in a locked position. We grinned at each other. He took that opportunity to turn the offensive on me instead and took on his own thrusts and parries. His strength was rather uncommon, but I somehow managed to block them without getting touched.
"You're right." I grinned. "I think this is what the doctor ordered." The next bout was a lot more interesting with a strong series of counterattacks. As I swung for his chest, he blocked with the pole and used the back end to aim for my waist, which I grabbed. I pushed the pole to the ground and vaulted over it, trying to kick his head, but I was a touch too short.
Despite having me on one end of the pole, the man still managed to lift me up into the air and I lost my sword as I flew through the air. I managed to over backflip and landed rather painfully on my back, which knocked the wind out of me.
"ugghhhh....."
"You alright?"
"Th.... the pain...." I rasped as I tried to heave some air into my lungs. "That... that ruled..."