Re: Tales of the Roving - City on Wheels
Rohan's horse stood off a little ways, tied to a tree. He knew he should be patrolling, but he figured that there were enough gaurds to take care of anything that might come.
His armor and clothes lay aside in a pile along with his belt and scabbard. Sweat gleamed on his chest as he went through his sword forms, slowly at first, then he gained speed. One form melded into another as he entered a state of complete concentration and calm.
As he moved he thought of nothing. Only the sword, only that they were one. And when battle was joined they were as one then too.
Rohan smoothly came to a halt. he shook his head and stared at his sword blade. When was it going to end? How many more years? Its not as if he was an old man. He would just like to get married and have a child or two to carry on his name. Who knew, he may even go home one day, but that was a way off.
Rohan snapped himself out of it and continued with his forms.
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