The Effect

Cahackt

    Estalet didnt think twice; she was going to tell her teacher what happened to her and Ms. Benar.

    "Ms. Entaller, somethi-", she stopped abruptly at a single familiar sound and within seconds the high guard in training had her face turned with the freezing metal of her sword against her right cheek. The vibrations of the impact made her to be slightly dizzy as sparks flew. Immediately after the impact the student jumped backwards and a horizontal sword slice made her crouch down and swipe her foot outwards, but the attacker jumped over to evade. Then, Estalet made a quick move to roll to the side and stand back up into a defensive position.

    Now having a clear view she identified her attacker as, of course, her swordsmanship teacher and she oddly appeared to have mimicked the high guards fighting position.

    "Let's see if you've been practicing and learning and show your (1)Cahackt!", the teacher shouted as her battle cry and charged at full speed.

    Swords clashed at a even hit and so, with a determined face, Estalet pushed against the offending sword with all her might. Trying as the guard might be, the teacher shifted her own sword to create sparks as it was scratching and scraping against the other downwards towards the guard in trainings fingers. Then, the teacher shifted her sword actually towards the girl she was battling, the tip nearing to shed blood from the guards right arm. Estalet noticed her battler's intention and made quick to nudge the teachers sword to the right even more so, so that the only thing she was stabbing was the air and just let go. Let go as in just simply sliding to the left and releasing the contact between the swords. In summary, her competitor ended up falling forward to the ground with a sword hovering over the back of her neck and her sword thrown far out of grasp.

    With sweat forming on their faces, the two close friends grinned at each other despite the fact that one was almost stabbed through the arm from the other.

    "You are definitely showing your Cahackt and improvement along with your awareness!", the teacher commented proudly once her pupil helped her up. Her teacher said a small thank you and turned around to retrieve her sword.

    Still grinning, Estalet replied," Nonsense! I bet you could've bested me whenever you wanted in that battle, besides, I also bet you noticed my slightly relaxed position!".

    The teacher deliberately walked slowly toward her weapon. Unseen, Ms. Entaller had a slightly shocked expression, to be honest, she hadn't held back when she fought the guard and didn't notice even noticed that she relaxed in a position! Nor, to be more truthful, does she really have anything more to teach her. She had taught the girl all she knows.

    "Ah, but it is true, you are indeed one of the best swordsmanship students I have! I may even soon favor you more than Roano!", the teacher played along but suddenly she had a cool gaze upon her back, she made a baffled face.

    Estalet's grin had faltered when she heard the comment from Ms. Entaller. She still remembered the burn, the ripping sensation, that haunted her along her cheek. The slice never truly healed, but stayed as a mocking reminder that she couldn't defend her self. What was she thinking, just standing there, letting that demon cut her cheek! She raised her fingers to make contact with the scar of shame and anger flew through her veins like as a bird dives smoothly to catch the worm. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword with determination, she believed she could try harder to become a better swordsman than the demon.

    Then Estalet quickly dropped her hand and released her deadly grip on the sword as soon as she noticed her teacher had gotten her sword and was now walking back. Estalet couldn't and didn't want to reply to the swordswoman's unknowingly invading comment. The swordswoman didn't mind that her pupil never replied to her.