Conquest of the Horde

"Your doing it wrong! Get up and try again!"

"Quiet boy, do not act as if your my elder."

"Until you can get a hold of your strength again, I may as well be your elder, Mi'lord."

"...Fine, let us go again..."

Both elves stood in the snow staring at each other. One was out of breath while the other stood firm leaning on his pole arm looking at his teacher. The icy blizzard hit their skin as the wind in the Tundra picked up.

"Are you sure? We can rest whenever mi'lord."

"There is no point to rest when I have accomplished nothing."

"As you wish, try it again."

A grunt came from the older looking elf, his long silver hair blew into the wind as he closed his eye beginning to chant a verse from his libram. His hand pointed at the younger male, the elf seemed distached from the world.

"You focus to much on what you are doing, you know you will die in battle like that, Mi'lord..."

Light flashed as a bright hammer flew past the younger elf and hit the snow a few feet back. The older elf groaned and fell face first into the snow.

"I can not...move...my body.."

Xathos chuckled and walked to Ruibarra, he helped his mentor up and smiled.

"That is fine, we will rest and try again tomorrow."

Daybreak, a calm day given Ruibarra and Xathos still stayed camped in the icy Tundra of Northrend, at least the blizzard stopped. Xathos yawned as he sat up to look around the tent, no one else was in there. He rolled his eye and stood to go outside what he saw was typical since Ruibarra's training started again.

Near the fire was a plate with bread and a skin of water for Xathos, the other plate was already empty and the second skin was missing. The black haired elf chuckled and shook his head "He is never going to stop, is he?" Xathos grabbed his polearm and started out to find his teacher.

What Xathos saw made his smile only wider. Ruibarra sat on a rock with his legs crossed and eyes closed, deep into meditation. Xathos walked down to the elf and stood there watching him a bit. The man had much color since the first day they started training, he seemed back to normal.

"Are we ready to begin?"

Ruibarra sighed and opened his eye looking over at Xathos nodding, with that he stood and jumped off the rock staring at the younger elf, "What else must we do?" Xathos raised his brow and nodded to the elf's scabbard. "Practice."

Ruibarra looked down at his blade and smiled a bit. "I have not sparred since...the last time Leron and I went head to head." Xathos shook his head and adjusted his footing staring at Ruibarra. "I am not Leron, but I think I can give you a bit of a work out Mi'lord." Ruibarra chuckled and drew his blade, its icy blue flame dance up the blade as the metal met with the cold air. "I am sure."

"So are you ready?"

"Of course"

The day had begun.