Introduction. Take one Gentled Male Channeler. Add one Gaidin who has lost three wards, on the edge to the dangerously insane. What ensues can only be disasterous.
Note: Some of the events in the room were retconned, so please excuse any incomprehenive parts of poses to things that are not there.

Footsteps resound around the practice yard as the hulking Gaidin exits the Barracks. His features wear the expression of one who personally is at war with the world; a lithe predator.

Rather furiously attacking one of the sparring dolls is a tall man, staff thwacking rapidly across the doll as he flows almost bonelessly arounddeep in concentration of his own self-imposed practice session. The yard is mostly empty at the time, a few trainees standing well back and watching, some training swordforms with dedicated. Gond seems all but lost in the training, a slight sheen of sweat on his face.

A grunt can be heard coming from Kelsyn's direction, as a scowl is thrown in the direction of those trainee's simply the man practicing. This sends most scurrying while a few dare to stay - their chores and things done for the afternoon. A carefully raised brow and a deeper scowl, however, sends them packing to do other things. The Gaidin then turns his full attention on the stranger, watching him a moment.

The staff flows smoothly through the air, hitting high and low in rapid succession, Gond oblivious to Kelsyn's presense. The man's nimbleness is unique, his blows quick and inexplicably precise.

Finally, after a small bit Kelsyn clears his throat, "Can I help you?" He speaks curtly and gruffly.

The staff's wild dance stops with one firm strike to the 'chest', the doll uprooting its fastening to the ground and tipping over. Gond turns, letting the end of his staff down to the ground as he leans on it, looking towards Kelsyn. His voice is a low grumble. "No, thank ye, Gaidin." he says, looking the man over, judging skill. In the end, he inclines his head respectfully.

Kelsyn snorts slightly at the man's words, grunting. He then goes over to one of the groups of trainees, observing them.

Gond looks after Kelsyn, after a few moments going over to a Gaidin passing from the barracks. The Gaidin looks over to Kelsyn, nodding in his direction, before moving on. Gond makes his way over towards the Master of Arms again, ending up a small distance off to his right, once again leaning at a slouch against his staff. "You be the Master Gaidin, no?" he asks after a while of watching the trainees.

"No." Kelsyn grunts, "I am the Master of Arms. There is a difference." He pauses a moment then barks out, "Keep that arm up," to one of the trainees.

Gond grunts, nodding. He remains silent yet a while. "Them don't move much. Parrying is good, but when facin' a person with longer reach, that won't work for long. Need to get out of the way." he mumbles.

Kelsyn turns about abruptly, eyes narrowed dangerously, "Do you want teach my trainees for me?" There's that not right look deep within Kelsyn's eyes; a man on the edge and nearly ready to snap for the remark.

The other man looks quite evenly, even uncaringly at Kelsyn. "Ye, most of them won't live long if they keep standing like they'd rooted in place." The man's eyes are all but dead, steel gray-blue cold and emotionless. This person doesn't seem to care what kills him, but he does know it will not be old age.

"Do you want to test that theory... -boy-..." Despite the age difference Kelsyn refers to Gond as a boy, his eyes now taking on a rather menacing and feral look. His hands are already reaching down for his sword, fingers touching the hilt - live steel.

"First blood?" asks Gond, already stepping back and hefting iron-shod staff in his hands. There is a light in his eyes now; this is what he lives for.

"What makes you think I'll -stop- at first blood?" The Gaidin is gone far enough to know that he would not, indeed, stop. There's that fire in his eyes, dark and deadly, which seems to resound that notion as well. The hunter finding his prey and ready to go inn for the kill.

Gond gives a slight shrug. "I would think ye a man of honor enough to do so, if so were the agreement of the spar. But if ye want, I am willing to bring it further. To Yield?" he says, still all the uncaring man.

"Honor means nothing to me, boy. I don't live by that poor excuse for a code that Shienaran's do." Kelsyn responds, perhaps an intent to insult Gond. "Honor gets you nothing but death."

"I am not Shienarian, even though i have spent time there." says Gond, shrugging. "I hail from Andor. The Two Rivers. But nonetheless, if you wye wish to postpone our spar, there are other matters of greater importance that I would speak to ye of."

Kelsyn smirks at Gond, his eyes glinting with amusement, "Ah... I see. You've heard of my skill afterall, so when it comes right down to it you are really just a coward when facing a master of the sword." He snorts, "I don't see what business there is to attend, away with you coward so I can go back to teaching -my- trainees." He stresses 'master' and 'my' when he speaks.

Gond's eyes light up, stepping back into a ground position, staff crossed in front of him. "Ye might yet live to eat those words, Gaidin." he growls, standing ready.

Kelsyn has already moved away from Gond to correct yet another student on his forms, grunting approval as the student quickly catches on. He seems to ignore Gond altogether, as if he were some sort of fly, for now.

Gond throws his head back in a laugh, voice high enough to carry well. "Who is the coward now, I ask."

In one smooth motion a sword comes out of Kelsyn's scabbard, almost in a blink of an eye. As he pulls it he aburtly spins, again a smooth turn, and attempts to place the sword at Gond's neck.

The concept would be good, if Gond's neck had been there. In a flash, Gond has stepped away, staff swung around to meet the blade hard, close to the tip.

A dark growl escapes Kelsyn's lips. He's not one to back down from a challenge. Again his sword moves, this time in a lightning flash as it goes from head to middle to knee in Lightning of the Three prongs. For a man who is indeed a master of the blade the motions are fluid and as quick as the form.

Staff meets first strike to head, Gond dancing out of reach of the next two, forcing his opponent to either overstep his balance or let the blows fall short. Gond's eyes are alight with the passion of battle, staff spinning once through the air in a strike against the middle.

It doesn't see that Kelsyn is forced to do much of anything as he corrects anything that would have otherwise need to be over compensated for were he one of the trainees. The sword meets the strike to his middle, then rolls off the staff. He pulls it upwards, vertically to slash across Gond's torso.

Gond leaps back from the strike, staff spinning with him as he moves forward in what can only be described as a blur of attacks, staff striking first towards head, then lower end coming around and back to sweep at feet, then towards head yet again.

Raissa peers over the fence, curious to what is going on.

The source of the sounds are Gond and Kelsyn, Gond's staff meeting Kelsyn's blade in a battle that cannot be sparring; these blows are meant to strike home.

Raissa watches closely to the forms of the two, but also gets concerned that one might kill the other.

A dark ferver appears to cloud Kelsyn's features, and that not right look is -definitely- a features that doesn't seem to be leaving. Kelsyn jumps back from Gond's staff, "You will -not- insult me like that, -ever-" Again he moves to attack Gond, this time using Watered Silk, a form that usually is only used by one skilled as a Blademaster. He makes a quick thrust toward the head, then immediatly carvse an 'S' curve down to the length of Gond's body to the feet, then repeats the form back upwards in the opposite direction to complete a figure eight. From the agreession that he's showing it can only mean he's intent upon -killing- Gond.

Raissa gets really worried, she climbs over the fence into the practice yard and heads towards the two men fighting. She takes care to stay out of the way of both.

This time, it is evident that Gond has problems meeting Kelsyn's blows, barely leaping out of reach before the sword would have neatly skewered his head, Staff twirling, they manage to knock away the blows barely; one slash neatly leaving a red strip across his leg. Gond's face gets a look of deep concentration now as he again moves forward, staff spinning. First high, towards the head, only to be a feint as the staff is turned and slid smoothly through his hands as he moves almost bonelessly through a spin, ending up to Kelsyn's left, the real blows falling now; a forceful strike to the side, followed by sharp taps towards head and knees.

Raissa's eyes get big as she realizes that these two ar not sparing and are intent on blood. She begins to yell at the two as she waves her arms to get their attention, "Stop!!! Your going to kill each other. Please stop!!" She is shaking as she doesn't know how to stop this fight.

Davain runs in quickly.. "What's going on!"

Raissa waves Davain back. "Go get help. They are fighting." She yells at the boy.

Davain blinks. "WHo!?"

Raissa points to Gond and Kelsyn.

Gond's eyes are locked on that of his opponent, Kelsyn; no thought is spared neither Raissa's shouts nor the flocking of people coming into the courtyard. Staff twirling, he does his best to keep Kelsyn's blade from skewering him right now, though the battle drifts back and forth as each advance and make their attacks, only to fall back in defense.

Davain frowns and moves closer to the men... "Hey stop fighting!"

Raissa begins to get worried as she trys to think of something to stop this fight.

Stop is one thing Kelsyn does not do. He ducks in time to miss the blow to the head, attempting to block the blow to his knees. Unfortunately that catches him in the sight, however encased in the void as he is, and because of the bond, Kelsyn just seems to keep on going like the energizer bunny, though one who's ramprant on killing rather than just going and going. Using the momentum that he already has, as well as the postion, Kelsyn uses Low Wind Rising, attempting to run his own sword over Gond's exposed legs since he started to attack for Kelsyn's head in the end once again.

Kya rushes behind the other two, a big frown on her face.

Raissa watches spellbound, she trys yelling again. "Stop fighting!!" She can't believe the thing sshe is seeing

. Gond leaps into the air, feet tucking up well under him as the blow to the head is aborted, staff tucking against the middle as he flips through the air as if he was flying. Landing on his feet like a cat, he spins low, staff whoosing against legs to sweep away, then as he rises, towards the middle again; not the broad end, but the iron-capped end used as a poker in a whistling blow.

Though Gond's shirt is not torn, a stain of red is spreading steadily low on his right side.

Adri comes strolling in from the practice yard...gee Gond is fighting someone...Why is Adri not suprised?

Marein is hanging over the fence, eyes wide at the ongoing battle.

Raissa runs up to Adri, "Can you keep them from Killing each other?" her voice gives a worried tone and is shaky like she's scared.

Kya is near Marein, a huge frown on her face. She looks like she was crying, though she isn't now.

Adri can't help smiling as he looks the combatants over. "Now why would I want to do that my dear?"

Davain shrugs and speaks loudly. "Kill yourselves... and then we'll all have a good laugh and I'm sure Kirra can make a story of the Idiotic Gaidin and the foolish man who killed another over something so inanely trivial that it is perhaps already forgotton." This he says as she turns back towards the gates

Raissa looks up at him worried. "Why would you want them to kill each other?"

Adri looks to Raissa, "They will be fine."

Raissa gets a nervous look. "One of them won't be fine if he gets killed." Her voice is insistant on putting an end to this nonsense between the two warriors, even if she must stop them herself.

This plainly is more than Gond's skill with a staff can handle, his blocks only making one of the feints, towards his upper arm. The other slash neatly slices his side, even though he does his best to leap out of the way; and he is no less than graceful in his seeming boneless movements. Even so, it seems ignored as he leaps cleanly out of the certain death of the thrust, staff flipping around his back in an all-out furious attack to the man's back. Then, the staff blurs as he advances, fury lit in his eyes. High, low, middle, back to high, the staff makes a humm through the air as it moves with lightening speed.

Raissa turns back to the fight. To see what is going on, hoping no one is dead yet.

Blade held vertically, Kelsyn uses Wood Grouse Dances to parry the spinning thrusts, with a mixture of fancy footworking, attempting to misdirect Gond's attack. When he thinks he's got an opening, he moves forward with an attack, holding the blade high and verticle. He waits until the oppurtunity presents itself, then brings the haft of the weapon straight down and attempts to strike Gond with the pommel of the weapon and knock Gond out.

Raissa turns back to Adri, seeing Gond fall. "Look," she points, "He's going to kill him. I've seen sparing and that is /not/ sparring." She pleads with the man.

OOC Note: Raissa misconcieved Gond falling. He did not. :)

Gond frowns in deep concentration, dancing back out of range of the first attack, taking the opening presented by Kelsyn's high strike to make his own towards the man's middle, blunt eend of the staff first, leaving him little protection when Kelsyn's strike towards the head comes. Making a last-ditch effort, he simultaneously attempts to dance out of range and use his staff to knock away the attack.

Adri looks back to Raissa, satisfied that the kid has learned a bit of respect. "I warned Gond when he came in here not to ask for a fight...looks like he's gotten what he wished for."

Raissa nods and is still worried. Not sure whether to trust the man's judgement, but doesn't rebuke him. "Sir, Will you stop them before he dies though? Please don't let him die. It's not worth letting him die from a fight even if he asked for it."

Adri nods with a sigh and moves towards the sparing circle. It's obviouse that he's taking his own sweet time though

Raissa follos Adri, making sure to stay far enough back not to get hurt.

The strike to Kelsyn's stomach comes a second too late, though it still connects, or seems to connect, solidly. As Gond jumps back, Kelsyn's attack to his head swooshes downward, but that motion allows him to level things out and make another attempt to thrust at Gond's middle, or feint at one. He turns the attack into a diagonal sweeping mostion toward the legs, in an attempt to maim him there. That not right look still keeps itself on Kelsyn's features, the hunter going after the hunted and looking as if he's not going to stop until his prey is felled.

Kya rushes back to the fence and goes back to watching the fight with dark concerned eyes.

Adri has seen this look in Kelsyn's eyes before and has no intention of jumping into the way. He stoops down and picks up a fairly heavy rock

The steady running of blood from Gond's side, where now both the wound inflicted by Kelsyn, a fine red line, not deep, but yet enough to cause a bleeding, and an older, deep and half blackened slash, bleeding freely with the thin red of a festered bladewound, are now plainly visible, seem to be getting the better of Gond. His parry is late, as is his dodge, resulting in the blade slicing cleanly into his shirt. Gond uses the opening given by Kelsyn's thrust to strike hard with his staff towards the man's head before dancing out of range again, clearly now going defensive, intent on knocking the man's blade out of his hands while keeping himself alive.

Raissa notices the tall man pick up a rock and follows suit, though her rock doesn't weigh nearly as much. She figures that if Adri misses his target, she'll be able to hit it for him. She waits though to see what happens, with her rock in hand.

Adri waits for Gond to back pedal and then proceeds to send that rock wizzing at Kelsyn. It's aimed at the man's back, but then he never was all that good a shot...It ought to hit something though. This done he steps into the practice circle, cane at the ready. "Kelsyn Gaidin!"

Raissa waits to see what Kelsyn does, making sure to stay out of the way.

Just as Gond's staff comes toward Kelsyn's head, Kelsyn ducks down. The staff just misses impacting fully upon his head, though grazes his temple. Still, the Gaidin seems unaffected by the blow. When he ducks down the rock goes over his head, moving toward Gond. The Gaidin's attention does not seem to be caught at all, too deep in his own world, his own darkness. He stays down, waiting for any attack that seems to come his way.

The look on Gond's face is one of utter startlement as he suddenly find a rock whizzing directly at his forehead. The rock impacts with a solid *THUNK*, Gond going reeling back, staff falling from his hands as he half falls to his knees, the battle instinct and the rush of adrenaline still keeping him conscious, but completely unable to defend himself.

Adri frowns and moves forward once again. If he is going to do this...he's going to be ready for what comes. His hand takes hold of the pomel of his cane. He twists it and out glides a polished rapier. With that in one hand and the remainder of the cane in the other he moves up behind Kelsyn and tries to bring him to his senses one more time. "Damnit Kelsyn! Stop!"

Raissa seeing that Kelsyn did not notice the rock being thrown she moves around to where she'll have aim at the man's front, she throws her own rock at him hoping this time it will hit his chest and bring him to his senses. The rock flys as if she had been throwning rocks for years.

A number of trainees seem to be gravitationg towards this fight...many standing in awe of what they see...not sure what to do

Gond is still reeling, trying madly to get his bearings to his opponent, blinking rapidly to keep himself focused. Well, at least conscious.

Coming at Kelsyn with anything remotely resembling a weapon right now is -not- a good idea. Seeing that Gond is down on the ground, helpless, his attention is now diverted to Adri, spinning to face him with a bared sword, "Back off!" He growls, the only warning the other Gaidin will get. "This fight is not yours.A"

Adri stands a little straiter. He's not going to let you kill the man sprawled all over the ground...what would the tower say about him? "You know you're right Kelsyn. It's not." He sets down his rapier but keeps ahold of his cane...certainly seems harmless enough. "And the last thing I want to do is get into it with you right here...But I can't let you kill a man in cold blood."

"Hold." calls Gond, still trying his best to make the world stop spinning. "I yield." he states loudly.

Seeing that Kelsyn is obviously out of it and that 2 warders are now about to get into it the trainees begin brooding as to how they might be able to help put a stop to this...

Raissa stays back out of the way, watching intently hoping that Kelsyn will calm down.

"And what, exactly, makes you think it would have been in cold blood? Hmm?" Kelsyn's eyes sparkle dangerously. It's evident that once Gond fell to the ground Kelsyn lost interest in the man. "The fool needed to learn a lesson. The only bloody way to do it was to beat the bloody pulp out of him." It seems that the fight was no good for his language as he continues to swear.

Gond walks; or more stumbles, his way well around Kelsyn, ending up in the middle of between the two. "As you say, Blademaster. This battle is not his. I yield." he says, holding arms well to his sides. "I yield. You've made your lesson."

Adri says "Damn straight. I warned him when he came here not to ask for any more fights...He didn't listen to me and for that, we'll not see his face around here again....but you must stop."

Kelsyn walks closer to Adri, "Tell me what I -must- do again and you'll be in his position." His words are far from veiled, and it seems little things are setting this Gaidin off, for some reason or another. "Boy." He adds at the last, snorting at Adri. His sword is still very much at the ready position.

Raissa holds her breathe as the fight hopefully comes to an end. She is nervous that she has started more trouble, trying to stop this fight.

Gond is no fool, he steps backwards and out of the way. If Kelsyn's display of skill does not serve as a warning when observed, perhaps facing it will. He has had enough, that is clear.

Marein simply hangs onto the fence, gazing from Kelsyn to Adri and then to Gond uncertainly.

Adri cocks a brow and almost takes that last one as a compliment. He is round about 40 afterall. His cane stands ready to do what it must. He too takes a step back and as Kelsyn advances a mob of trainees armed with some of the longer practice weapons move cautiously up behind still out of swinging distance. He phrases it differently this time. "Please...put down your sword and just walk away from this."

"Has yer dignity been so badly hurt ye must prove yerself to each and everyone here?" asks Gond, standing crooked with one hand clenched at his side. "I do humbly apologize for my words then, but I ask that this ends now." He looks to both Adri and Kelsyn. "I would not wish blood spilled for my... 'foolishness'?"

Their lives, should the trainees decide to attack Kelsyn. He snorts at Adri, "Never will I put down my sword." With that he spins to turn his attention to Gond. When he spies the trainees he glowers at them. Several seem to rethink exactly what it is they were doing and back away from the scene, rather than face whatever the Gaidin might do should they try to attack him. Several have witnessed some of the fights Kelsyn has had with other trainees, and how injured they were afterwards.

Adri grits his teeath. "Then sheath it...please...

Adri looks to Gond, more than a little annoyed. He is just giving the insane man more fuel to badger with....

Raissa notices that Kelsyn is not yeilding, hollers from where she stands out of the way. "Please...listen to him and put your sword away. Whatever it was is not worth the life of someone. Besides, he's already bleeding."

"I will sheath my sword when I am ready. No sooner." The Gaidin seems to growl, that look growing darker as Adri continues to test Kelsyn, "Leave me be, before I decide to kill you." The warning becomes a very real threat to Adri's own life. Kelsyn has yet to make -any- more threatening moves toward Gond. He's only advanced on the other Gaidin who keeps insulting his intelligence.

Adri makes a mental note to talk to the mistress of the novices about women being where they should not be

"Ye wish to have me pay in blood? It is your right. We set no limit for our spar." Spar? "I do not think I would give much better play with than without my staff." He did yield, but that is always the decision of the man yielded to; to choose to give mercy, or to finish the battle. Nonetheless, Gond seems ready to take Kelsyn's reaction, even if it would mean his life. Straightening, pulling his hand from his side, Gond stands as an easy posture, neither aggressive nor defensive, but ready for what might come.

Adri has no wish to die for this man...and at the same time his pride is suffering here. He turns his head to Gond giving him one of those looks that says you and I are gonna have a long talk when this is done and you're not going to like it. His eyes go back to Kelsyn and he takes yet another step back. Still between him and Gond though.

Kya bites her lower lip and heads off quickly towards the courtyard.

Kelsyn turns his full attention now on Gond as the man starts babbling, "I've no wish to kill you today. However if you insult myself, or my training methods again, -or- my Sedai...." His eyes appear to narrow even more darkly, storms raging within at the last, "... you'll find you won't live to see another day. Understood?"

Gond nods. Slowly and gingerly. "I will keep that to mind, Blademaster." says Gond, adding after a moment, in the Old Tongue, the formal honorary to a Blademaster. with avery slight bow. More due to his injury than unwillingness to show respect.

"Then I suggest you find yourself a yellow sister before you bleed to death," Kelsyn grunts at Gond, still holding his sword in hand. He regards the beatten man carefully, examining the wounds with a practiced eye.

There is a dangerous flash in Gond's eyes at the mention of Healing. Still, his voice is calm and his face composed. "I have no need for that. A dressing will do." he says simply, moving over to collect his staff.

Kelsyn shrugs non-commitally at Gond, "Suit yourself, boy." The Gaidin speaks derisively, then goes over to another an unoccupied corner of the yard to clean his sword of Gond's blood.

Adri grunts as Gond gives the Gaidin something else to bark about. He decides to...escort the man to the infirmary where bandages abound....

Gond, having retrieved his staff, makes his way towards the courtyard again, at best walking stiffly. More like lurching.

Adri offer Gond some...assistance...not the voluntary kind.

Raissa relaxes now that the fight is over. She begins to head towards the courtyard. She looks at GOnd, "Are you okay, sir?"

Adri looks to Raissa wondering what she's even doing here

Gond gives Adri a hard glance. "Leave me be. I can walk well enough on my own." he growls. Raissa gets little more than a nodded "Aye."

Raissa returns Adri's look. Then glances back to Gond, "I'm glad your still alive."

Adri just looks to Gond, all compassion for the man gone, replaced by anger. "Well walk your battered self up to the infirmary without another word. Give me trouble and you may find yourself in the dungeon after they fix you." Adri obviously has a real bone to pick with this man

Adri holds his cane up in front of the man's face indicating that he better not make another sound

"Wouldn't have let him kill me. At least if not for... others interfering." mutters Gond, staring evenly at Adri. "Ye wish to fling me in the dungeon for a fair fight?"

Adri is done hastling with this guy. He motions for 2 trainees to escort the man with or without his consent to the infirmary and there to keep an eye on him until Adri gets there.

Raissa nods to Adri. "Thank you for your help sir." SHe turns to head out of the practice yard. l happen if they try to detain him.

"If ye think I will be commanded around by the likes of ye, you are wrong, boy." growls Gond, tensing and giving the Trainees a stare that hides no meaning of what will happen if they try to detain him.

Adri just smiles. He couldn't take Kelsyn but he can sure as hell bring this wounded man under control. His smile suggests that nothing would give him more pleasure. "You are lucky you are a wounded man. I give you all of 5 seconds to move along with those men or you will go in a stretcher."

Raissa glances back from the gate, before disappearing into the courtyard. Raissa passes through the entrance of a large wall, leading to the Courtyard.

Gond stands firm, hefting staff in one hand. "Is that a challenge, boy? Ye will find yer eating yer words before long."

Kelsyn glances over at Gond, eyes darkening, "What did I tell you, boy?" Kelsyn rises from his spot, not altogether gone from the conversation, very aware of his surroundings. His sword still is not sheathed.

Gond looks back towards Kelsyn well and long before nodding, once. He did best him, so he will heed what he says at this. Walking off well in front of the trainees, staff tapping on the cobblestones, he walks off towards the Tower.

The trainees escort him to the infirmary

Kelsyn crosses his arms before him, watching Gond quietly. His sword dangles in his hand in a precarious manner, though only the foolish would think the slab of metal was not firmly held. He snorts at Gond's back, then settles down once more to finish cleaning his sword.

Gond walks out of the practice yard, two trainees walking behind him. He has a thoroughly torn, blood-soaked shirt, complimented by two wounds at his side, but still walks upright, though stiffly, towards the Tower.

Courtyard

Raissa is quiet again as the men enter the courtyard. She watches them as they head inside the tower.

Christabel looks to the men as Raissa does and just shakes her head with a sigh. "Men.." is all she says before turning back to Raissa.