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Ignoring Faust's nod because of determination and not disrespect, Kalenel's eyes flared as the spar wore on. With the blades in his hands, Kalenel knew he would one day be great. Although not even a cycle into training, Kalenel loved learning and training in the ways of combat in and out of the Fitness and Bones. That determination, eventually, would make Kalenel great.
Having both his attacks fail, Kalenel quickly looked for another opening to try to exploit. Before he could do so though, Faust's mastercraft weapon sought to pry a longsword from the hands of the young Kalenel. Out of pure instinct, coupled possibly with the adrenaline coursing through the veins of the once rogue, Kalenel immediantly let go of the weapon and balled the hand into a rock hard fist.
In a blink of an eye, if that, Kalenel sent his fist straight toward the jaw of Faust. Even though he were a master, Kalenel hoped that he would be paying more attention to making his student relinquish his weapon than a swift punch flying toward his jaw line.
Whatever the outcome of the thunderous punch, whether it landed or was somehow avoided, Kalenel would quickly step back and prepare himself for any defense that was needed with the one blade he still held unto.
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