Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150429063943/@comment-25038310-20150506150610

Some of the trainees looked at eachother, smirking and grinning, while others mumbled. These were obviously recruits, judging by their arrogant behaviour and lack of fear or rational thinking.

An assassin stood forward, who had acted rather silent throughout the mumbling. With crossed arms, he nodded at Arno and then at Alana.

"Hm. Well, I have little to say against it.. stand in the middle of the courtyard and give us a good show, will you?" He asked.

"The rules are simple - the first one that is unable to continue fighting or surrenders, loses. Go the middle of the court yard and fight there."

The other trainees backed out, so they could witness the sparring match from a distance. The assassin did as he was told, holding a hand on his patch of throwing knives.

"You are not allowed to kill or permanently injure your sparring partner, by the way.." He said rolling his eyes, sort of annoyed he had to mention that.

"Anyways..Without further ado, let us start the battle, shall we?" Arno suddenly shouted, lowering his hand. "3, 2, 1, GO!"

Upon the mark, the assassin vanished, dissipating like smoke in the night - the favorite time for an assassin, after all. The man had used an invisibility spell.