Stories from RhyDin & The Rings

Just outside the Annex after Fight Night. He was looking for something to lean against, take a breather. The sweat from the raven colored lockes of the man dripped softly on the ground. Placing one hand on the nearest wall or tree, something, whatever it was, he found it and took full advantage of it to get some support. The wounds that he's body took finally were closing up and healing just as he excepted them to do. At least for him.

"Virgin Blood" He said, speaking in a soft spoken tone of voice that carried a grizzled rasp to it. "Must be getting old, or just rusty. Gonna need to replace this coat," Said as he inspected the tears and burns left from the first forray into the Rings ever. He thought to himself:

[i]Maris you're getting to be a little soft daddy would be spinning in his grave if saw your sorry preformace[/i]

Maybe his mind was right. Or maybe he was just out of practice. The air he breathed felt a little thin, Whatever scent it was couldn't carry over to register in his mind, that was something his body decided to leave behind. It would seem to him he need to get a little more training.

Gathering his breath back to normal he pushed off the lean and made his weary march toward home...

::One week later::

"I've won a match, I can't believe it." He shook his head as he left the Outback. "Swords, no good at apparently. Magic? Suck at that too." He was using only the trends from his forray into the Rings as his only proof, not how well he preformed. "But fists? I'm not that good with my hands unless it's making a tool for someone to use in swords or magic." He sighed as he continue his way home. "I don't know how that happened? I still can't believe I Mr. Simon. I had to be a fluke. Had to be." The crimson eyed man kept talking to himself. "No help with magic, or Irgaak, despite him being lazy since I came here." Eyes shoot to the weapon that he carries on his back nearly everywhere he goes. or it feels like accompanying him. "I won without ya, ya stupid blade, what do you have to say to that?"

The sword just remained on his shoulder, of course, Maris was the only one that could hear the voice of the weapon. It saying nothing to him anyway. His eyes moved back to the road ahead, just thinking that maybe he'd found something he could be good at if he just didn't know it.

"I learned something from the apprentice?" Was about the only thing he could come up with from the immediate thought if his win wasn't a fluke. He also concluded that he need much more thought if he was going to continue with fists, to figure if he did anything right that he could repeat....