Mental Preperations

[Covai Seriba]

Covai's arm quivered from the aftermath of his last attach. For the last week he had been focusing everything he could about himself into hairwidth sharpness. He had been the one to make the decisions at Sheinar, he had been responsible for the men who had lost their lives, and the Shadow would have to destroy him before he allowed it to happen again.

 

Breathing heavily as he spread his feet, Covai focused a chain of air before whipping it around him, tweaking it the moment before it's release so it spread outwards, parting the dust cloud still lingering in the air. The effect reminded him of an open palm slapping water, with each link of the chain exploding against the area around him. He had developed a few variant's over the morning's length, but the general purpose was the same. The.. palm slap would buy him the moment's him he needed for the kingfisher's strike.

 

Clenching his fist and releasing it softly, Covai smiled ruefully. Since when had he started giving names to these techniques he had developed? Pushing thought aside with the numbness in his arm, Covai eyed the various craters and rubble around him. Dropping himself to the ground, Covai took the waterskin from his hip to wet his lips and throat. He knew the answer.

 

He was preparing himself to visit the Dragon Reborn. He was seeking aid in combat against the Forsaken. He was going to suggest an alliance between men and women not heard of since before the Breaking of the World, since the Age of Legends. Names and titles gave people strength, something to focus on, something beyond themselves they could draw upon when all else had failed. Part of him wanted to recreate that feeling of strength and reliability.

 

Recorking the waterskin, Covai retied it to his waist and released the source. Resting his chin on his hand, Covai studied the distruction he had caused. It was unusual how much energy he still had left. True, he had bee using new weaves, but he couldn't say whether it was that, or if it was simply strength from from determination. He knew his reaction speed had increased, which would always come in handy. But it was also handy having no attacks to worry about either.

 

That was it, that was what was bothering him. He needed someone to attack him. The only problem was to do the type of training he was after was that he couldn't guarantee the other person's safety. Still, if he focused on the technique of the weaves instead of the strength behind it, that should still give him valuable practice.

 

Bringing himself to his feet, Covai dusted himself off. He'd almost feel sorry for the first one he found if he wasn't so determined to improve his techniques.