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Calem wanted to scowl again at Bailey's calmness, but he let a playful smirk tug at his lips. He could tell Bailey was disgruntled at his choice of a weapon. He didn't care if Bailey thought they were a coward's weapon, he found them the most interesting. A brute could swing away with his sword without any thought or skill, but a tome required strategy and planning from the user. Even better, they allowed for both long and short range combat. Anything that allowed Calem to distance himself from something being swung at him was a good weapon in his book. And for his sake, he hoped that Bailey's aversion to tomes was due to him being unequipped to deal with them.
He rolled his eyes slightly at Bailey's stance, only permitting himself to do so because he knew his friend wouldn't attack him while he wasn't ready, even if it was a bad habbit of his. He examined his opponent, sword gripped tightly and held horizontally. Sometimes, it was almost like he was following a book. That was another advantage provided by magic, and it was a strange contradiction to planning and strategy. Whereas blade users were so disciplined and predictable, magic allowed Calem to be a bit more spontaneous and unpredictable. That was another common trait of Calem's; if he thought to much about a plan, he would start to hesitate or doubt himself. An easy remedy was doing it anyway. He often went through with half-baked plans and crazy ideas with little consideration for the consequences, often leaving him in sticky situations.
But not wanting to keep Bailey waiting any longer, Calem spread his palm and let the book fall open. At that point, he had to act quickly because it had signaled for the sparring match to begin. Without a moment's hesitation, Calem put one foot forward and thrust his hand out, letting the lightning dance along his forearm before leaving his hand and shooting out toward Bailey.
Emiliana leaned over her cup of tea as she sat at the table, taking in its warm scent with a deep breath. It was gone before she knew it, leaving her with no excuse to remain in the cafeteria any longer. With a sigh, Emi pushed herself up from the table and began to make her way outside of the Academy. She found a small group gathering there, immediately recognizing two instructors, Drakus and Taylor. With a long, tired yawn and a much needed stretch, Emiliana made her way over to the group and crossed her arms once within range.
He rolled his eyes slightly at Bailey's stance, only permitting himself to do so because he knew his friend wouldn't attack him while he wasn't ready, even if it was a bad habbit of his. He examined his opponent, sword gripped tightly and held horizontally. Sometimes, it was almost like he was following a book. That was another advantage provided by magic, and it was a strange contradiction to planning and strategy. Whereas blade users were so disciplined and predictable, magic allowed Calem to be a bit more spontaneous and unpredictable. That was another common trait of Calem's; if he thought to much about a plan, he would start to hesitate or doubt himself. An easy remedy was doing it anyway. He often went through with half-baked plans and crazy ideas with little consideration for the consequences, often leaving him in sticky situations.
But not wanting to keep Bailey waiting any longer, Calem spread his palm and let the book fall open. At that point, he had to act quickly because it had signaled for the sparring match to begin. Without a moment's hesitation, Calem put one foot forward and thrust his hand out, letting the lightning dance along his forearm before leaving his hand and shooting out toward Bailey.
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Emiliana leaned over her cup of tea as she sat at the table, taking in its warm scent with a deep breath. It was gone before she knew it, leaving her with no excuse to remain in the cafeteria any longer. With a sigh, Emi pushed herself up from the table and began to make her way outside of the Academy. She found a small group gathering there, immediately recognizing two instructors, Drakus and Taylor. With a long, tired yawn and a much needed stretch, Emiliana made her way over to the group and crossed her arms once within range.