Tempest Stoutheart ,one of the many Weapons Masters at The Outdoor Training Area, was certainly different. His glazed eye would have marked him out as a weak old man if it wasn't for that aura of pure fear and dread he emmitted. He was sturdy and dark skinned from many a battle. His natural Dwarvish beard was a dark grey/black common to one much older than he. But the thing that really marked him out was his skill at arms. His Scimitar hung from its sheath across his back on top of his worn travelling cloak. He strolled out of his room and across the lush grass. He had to teach today. He loved his job but by newcomer was certainly not the most respected Master. But as he always did he would show them not judge a book by its cover. After all how many of them could fight with the same skill as a normal man with nothing but four senses left?

Kite had traveled to the far plains of Salquedor in order to train. It's Outdoor Training Arena was rumored to be one of the best places for a mortal to learn the ways of combat. Kite was interested to see Arda's best Weapons Masters and had trekked a long journey to improve his swordsmanship. The sun hung high against the vast blue sky, it's brilliant rays hindered only by the occasional drifting cloud. The air was crisp and carried a lukewarm temperature about it.

It was fine weather for training.

He ascended a grassy hill and his crystal blue eyes laid upon an outcropping of haystacks , small buildings, and several dirt circles. The sound of steel against steel filled the air as many aspiring warriors clashed against one another's might inside the rings. Kite felt a small smile play across his lips. He was eager. It must've been the mortal blood in him that boiled with excitement from the sight of battle. He still couldn't understand the tendencies of a human, but since he had been plagued with them, he simply had to obey them.

He approached the nearest person and placed a hand on his shoulder gently to grasp his attention.

"Excuse me, but I am in search of a Tempest Stoutheart. I wish to learn under his tutelage."

" Tempest Stoutheart? The blind master of the sword? I beleive you have just found him. What is your name warrior?" Tempest stepped forward. The mans breathing was paced but slightly ragged as if after a long journey.The man was obviously looking for training but this was the first who had actually come to him personally. He had trained many warriors but most only because he was the only spare Master handy. But a willing Trainee this was different he would make a special effort to get his training done to a fine art. This warrior would make him proud even if they were of different basic styles.

Kite looked upon the image of the man who had stepped before him. A Dwarf. A hardy race of natural-born brutes, but mortals nonetheless. He took notice to his empty, gray eyes and concluded that this one in particular was blind. Kite, however, was a warrior. He knew that to underestimate someone because of a physical handicap could cost him his life in battle. He would not be so foolish as to look down upon one that has been given the title of Weapons Master, one that is not so easy to hand out.

"I am Kite Whytedge. I have come to you in seek of both knowledge and guidance in the way of battle. Please, share your wisdom with me." Kite said, introducing himself respectfully before giving Tempest his request. He had heard some small rumors about the Dwarf. He was a valiant warrior and deadly with the Scimitar, a weapon that was not too far off from the Sword. If luck prevails, Kite would leave this region with a better grasp for combat.

He waited in patience for Tempest to answer his plea. After all, if he could not hold the virtue of patience, he did not deserve to call himself a Swordsman

The warrior before Tempest spoke with a lust for knowledge. Tempest was sure this would be a good undertaking. He let his breathing slow as he searched for Kite's motives. They were good. He was just an honest learner. " I Shall give you what you seek. The training will be tough. i can't stand wimps. But as long as you are persistant you shall prevail. I welcome you , Kite Whyteage, as a freind and a trainee. Let us start as soon as i have shown you to your accomodation." Tempest gave a gruf laugh as he began to stroll off showing no signs he was blind as he knew these grounds so well. He led Kite down many norrow dusty pathways and out back to an old building set into the ground. It was one of the only stone buildings in the complex. Tempest opened the old worn Oak door and led the newcomer inside. "Your room is down this corridor. First on your left." Tempest told him. "I will go to the main lobby and sort out the booking of training grounds and your registration. Meet me there in 30minutes ready to train. If you are late don't think i will go easy just because your new." Tempest turned to walk away when he remembered. "Oh and don't bother with your weapon we will start at the basics." And with that Tempest Stoutheart trundled out and headed to the main lobby.

Kite followed Master Tempest, as he would be called during the duration of Kite's studies, to his temporary accommodations. Master Tempest lead him to an old stone building with a door made of oak. After pointing out his room's directions, Master Tempest informed him that training would be started in approximately thirty minutes. Plenty of time. Kite bowed in respect and turned to find his chambers. He found them with ease and began moving things to make it more...cozy to Kite. Afterward, he sat cross-legged upon the bed and began a deep meditation for twenty minutes.

Soon after finding himself and revolving around the purpose of his existence, Kite awoke and grasped the hilt of his sword. Master Tempest said to leave it for he wouldn't need it. He didn't feel comfortable without it, but Master Tempest had instructed it as such and so Kite was forced to obey. He removed Sviengh'taun from his back and placed it at the edge of his bedpost. He would come back for it as soon as he was able. He felt naked, vulnerable, and even weak without it. That was why he was here; To get over these foolish mortal attachments and feelings.

He traveled down the the corridor, passing young trainees here and there, along with a few Educators. They weren't skilled in battle, but knew all the fundamentals of the art of war that made their guidance almost necessary in order gain the full affect of training here. Kite nodded to them all and turned his attention back to the main lobby. He wondered if Master Tempest would teaching him knowledge first, like an Educator, or perhaps have an Educator guide him first. It made the most sense to Kite to show a new trainee the perspective of combat from an Educator's eye.

He entered the circular room that connected the branched training area together and looked around, arms gentling folded against his chest. He was a few minutes early, but that only meant he'd be on time. First impressions were always important.

Tempest walked into the Lobby and saw Kite stood with his arms crossed. "You are early. A good first impression. Please walk with me." With that Tempest left the lobby and headed down a path that would lead to a trainign circle. "Most Masters prefer to let an Educator teach their trainee for a week or to before they start work but i for one disagree with this method. You have only one Master and that Master is for everything. Including Education and Swordsmanship. I am that Master. I also disagree with putting you behind a desk to learn. There is only one way i teach and that is in the field." Tempest opened the old gate leading to a secluded training circle. To his left was a rack 10 metres long with wooden versions of many weapons along it. "Choose a blade as similiar to yours as you can." Tempest instructed Kite. He then drew his own scimitar although it had a metal handle extremely similiar to his real scimitar this one had a wooden blade. "First i will see how good you are then we will work from there." Tempest stepped forward and took a deep breath, slowing his breathing in time to the world around him. He let his feet feel the pulsating magic of nature. He exhaled once more and raised his scimitar now ready to feel the battle not watch it.

Blinking several time, Kite's eyes followed Master Tempest as he moved over to the Weapon Rack next to the ring and picked up a wooden scimitar. It seems there would be no Educator nor any studying. Kite had been looking forward to absorbing knowledge from reading and text first before hands-on, but for some reason, his entire body seemed to itch with excitement. He didn't understand it, but he was compelled to give into the lustrous feeling that was washing over him and his fingers grasped around a large wooden sword that was made for two hands. It would do for now.

He lowered his body and stretched out his right leg as his left one bent outward. His left arm lifted up and wrapped it's fingers firmly around the middle of the hilt, while his right hand hovered next to it, open and ready to grasp the sword if the need so arise. Usually Kite fought with one hand unless the opponent really gave him trouble, and his personally combat style was made to adapt to either situation.

"I am ready whenever you are, Master. You have the honor of the first move." Kite said, giving his Master the starting signal. He would not attack the teacher first. Instead, he would use this opportunity to try and see what his Master throws at him first in order to evaluate his overall battle style and come up with a plausible counter-strategy. It paid to plan during battles. A properly-executed technique could end a battle before it even began, or before it began to go against your favor.

Tempest regarded his Trainee. He was wise to wait for Tempest to strike first and so Tempest would give him that honour. He continued to breath slowly letting his conciousness mingle with that of the earth. The he struck.

He first jumped forward landing in a spin he spun his wooden scimitar towards Kite's right side of his neck as he reached proximity Tempest stopped and twisted on his left heel sending his right foot speeding for Kite's abdoman in a spinning roundhouse. After completing that move Tempest rolled to the left and brought the scimitar up in a huge arc aiming for the small of Kites back while he threw his right foot out in a vicious kick for the back of Kite's leg.

Kite braced himself when his eyes caught Master Tempest twitch. The first move followed shortly afterward. He spun on his foot and slashed towards Kite's neck with his scimitar, but Kite was ready and swiftly switched hands in order to bring the sword about to parry the blow. What he hadn't expected was for Master Tempest to predict his fluid motion and to take advantage of the opening Kite had created. A swift kick in the gut caused Kite's eyes to bulge and his body to immediately fall to one knee.

"He's slicker than he gives off." Kite muttered, before gasping in pain as Master Tempest slammed his wooden sword across his back, then proceeded to try and make an aim for Kite's legs. Kite had had enough beatings for one day, however. He quickly flipped over the kick and landed behind the extended leg. Quick to take the opening he had just discovered, Kite lunged forth and made a swift slash at his Master's back, before dropping into a crouch and trying to sweep kick him off his feet.