It didn't matter how distracted a person was, when Cyrus used that tone of voice you snapped to attention. Eden shook off the weekend and began listening as Cyrus and Noah demonstrated fighting with the Kopis. It was a frantic, close quarter fight and for a moment Eden was lost in the grace of their movements. Cyrus instructed as they fought, swinging the Kopis in a semi-loop around his head so that it came down towards Noah with the full force of his upper body strength. Noah countered the move, and soon began a hissing of metal on metal as they fought one another off in a flash of figure of eight movements. After each demonstration, Eden took a turn, starting off tentative until she felt comfortable in her own skin with the sword. Cyrus said many of the Neith began their sword training with wooden swords but he didn't believe that was necessary for her. It put the pressure on but Eden was determined, and like all things that involved fighting and self-defence, she picked it up like she had been doing it for years. Soon, they moved from the weightier Kopis to the Lakonian and Persian short swords, from those to the Katana (Samurai), from the Katana to the Broadsword, from the Broadsword to the Longsword.
Despite the whole powerful, immortal thing, four hours in and Eden's shoulder was on fire. With a grunt she dropped the hefty Longsword that had been clasped in her sweaty palms. Great, she winced. Now her other shoulder was killing her because of that damn thing. She looked at it in disgust.
“You might want to be careful with that, it wasn't cheap,” Noah said as he picked it up. He threw Cyrus a look as he placed his sword and hers back up on the wall mounts. “I think someone needs a break.”
She curled her lip at him, noticing he had barely broken a sweat. “I'm fine.”
“You are using muscles you have never used before,” Cyrus assured her. “And we have been going strong for a few hours.”
“Did I miss anything?” Val sauntered into the room, shutting the door quietly behind her. She had been on patrol that morning.
“Any news?” Cyrus asked quietly.
She shook her head and turned to Eden with a smirk. “You look a little worn out.” Jeez, it wasn't like she was panting on the floor dying or anything, Eden rolled her eyes. “I'm fine.
I just hate the damn Longsword.”
“Well, you don't have to fight with the Longsword. I don't know any who do; it's just useful to know that you can if you ever have to.”
“Yeah, real useful.” Eden grimaced, rolling her left shoulder.
Val grinned at her and strolled over to the weapons. Reaching up, she pulled down one of the Persian short swords; it was more like a long dagger with a sharp curved tip than an actual sword.
“The Acinaces.” Val grinned, slicing it through the air with expertise. “My favourite.”
“Darius' also.” Cyrus nodded, studying her movements. “He taught you well, Valeria.” The Ankh shared a quick knowing look with Eden and Eden felt that pang in her chest again for her mentor. She cleared her throat, “Uh, well I have to go with the Katana.” Noah smiled cheekily at Cyrus. “I think you owe me twenty bucks, Princeps.” Eden watched, brow furrowed as Cyrus wearily handed over the cash. “Did I miss something?”
“Noah bet you would like the Samurai sword best.”
“Oh and how did Noah know that?” Eden made a face, totally fed up of being so transparent to this guy.
He shrugged. “The Katana has a nice weight and balance, not to mention it's got a lethal cut.
Female warriors tend to like the Katana best.”
“Not all,” Val murmured, striking the air with the Acinaces before pulling it back and launching it with perfect aim into one of the training dummies that lined the room. Eden gazed at Val's handiwork, afraid to look at Noah while her mind wandered into a dark, unforgiving place…
…A warrior with a swishing blonde ponytail, a girl perhaps a year older than she, took advantage of Stellan's distraction.
“Eden!” He yelled, turning away from the warrior, to fight his way through the miniature war.
“Eden, no!” Noah tried to pull her back.
“Stellan!” She reached out for him, her eyes widening as the sword came towards the back of his head. “Stellan, noooo!” She screamed.
But it was too late.
The sword cut through him, a sweep of his blood swiping through the air along with the top half of his head…
…Romany carried a Katana.
Eden's heart pounded as she imagined finding her, the two of them facing off with their Katanas, Eden's slicing through the skin and muscle of her brother's murderer. She felt sick and shaky at the thought.
“Eden?”
She blinked at the touch of Cyrus' hand on her shoulder. He gazed down at her in concern. “What is wrong?”
“Memories,” she whispered, unable to lie.