Serenity . ”
H e looked back at Monson . “Watch carefully , great one , as this may be your only opportunity. Behold the Magi B lade . ”
Both men squared up to one another, bowed , and then draped the tails of their rob e s over the ir shoulder s .
Intrigued , Monson stepped forward.
They placed their right hands on their shoulder s. T hen , slowly , they traced the length of their arms to their wrists until a sort of shell shrouded in an odd light removed from the arm and shoulder. Gi’s was brilliant silver while Yari ’ s was something closer to white platinum. It was like a snake molting, except that this “skin” had some sort of stable structure ; it did not crumble but continued to hold the shape of the men’s arms. Both men grabbed their shell s and shap ed them into glimmering cylinder s of a bout three feet in length, and two inches in diameter . The shells were completely transparent , and seemed to pulse with anticipation. Both men turned to face one another in a knightly pose . Gi fumed , a restless blood lust mounting. Yari remained calm and focused , the picture of self-restra int and discipline. They held their shafts of energy skyward , both hands near the bottom of the shaft, and then squar ed up to one another like dueling swordsmen.
Next, both men let their bottom hand fall to their side . Using their pointer and middle finger s, they started to make weird slashes , the glowing traces of Gi ’ s silver and Yari ’ s white platinum hanging bright ly in the air like camera- flash - induced glare. They completed their gesturing , and then raised their free hand s with fingers spread and palm s facing up as if each man was asking for a low five. Monson watched as expressions of intense focus took over the faces of both men.
Something started to happen...something significant. W hat though… what was it?
Monson felt a whoosh of energy like a concussion wave followed by a burst of heat. He closed his eyes , reacting to the ripple of energy . Once opened, Monson beheld a sphere of crackling energy forming on Gi’s right hand. A mix of red, yellow and orange , the small orb was dancing in place, spinning and growing steadily until it was about the size of a golf ball. Monson switched his attention to Yari to find that he , too , had a glowing form on his hand . In contrast to the reddish hues of Gi’s, Yari’s ball of energy was the deepest of blue s and seemed to embody every variation of color from light to dark. Instead of heat, an overwhelming coolness emanated from the space around Yari and his tiny globe . Monson watched each of the glowing orbs for a moment ; then, w ith quick hands , Gi and Yari violently jammed the orbs into the bottom of the ir cylinders . A violent commingling of light, smoke and color followed , as some sort of spiritual debris splashed over everyone. Monson felt burned and cooled almost simultaneously . When it all cleared , both Gi and Yari had assumed fencing positions with...swords in their hands. They had just created swords!
Monson gazed in awe at the weapons. Gi’s blade was glowing with the color of life fluids , simmering with a forge’s heat , as large flames swirled around both the blade and his arm. The look on Gi’s face spoke of blood lust and…power, immense power.
The power and heat of Gi’s blade contrasted sharply with the cool refinement of Yari’s aquatic blue one. His blade felt almost ethereal . The weapon left a ghost of itself in its wake , creating the illusion of multiple blades as Yari handled it.
“ What in the ... ” Monson felt the exclamation spill from him, but then he suddenly burst out . “Holy crap! If that isn’t the coolest thing I ’ ve ever seen ! ”
“Shh .. .” said Mo ns on’s clone in a quiet voice . “ W atch closely . ”
Both men said something in a language that Monson did not recognize, but that sounded vaguely familiar. Then they were off. What followed was like no sparring match
H e looked back at Monson . “Watch carefully , great one , as this may be your only opportunity. Behold the Magi B lade . ”
Both men squared up to one another, bowed , and then draped the tails of their rob e s over the ir shoulder s .
Intrigued , Monson stepped forward.
They placed their right hands on their shoulder s. T hen , slowly , they traced the length of their arms to their wrists until a sort of shell shrouded in an odd light removed from the arm and shoulder. Gi’s was brilliant silver while Yari ’ s was something closer to white platinum. It was like a snake molting, except that this “skin” had some sort of stable structure ; it did not crumble but continued to hold the shape of the men’s arms. Both men grabbed their shell s and shap ed them into glimmering cylinder s of a bout three feet in length, and two inches in diameter . The shells were completely transparent , and seemed to pulse with anticipation. Both men turned to face one another in a knightly pose . Gi fumed , a restless blood lust mounting. Yari remained calm and focused , the picture of self-restra int and discipline. They held their shafts of energy skyward , both hands near the bottom of the shaft, and then squar ed up to one another like dueling swordsmen.
Next, both men let their bottom hand fall to their side . Using their pointer and middle finger s, they started to make weird slashes , the glowing traces of Gi ’ s silver and Yari ’ s white platinum hanging bright ly in the air like camera- flash - induced glare. They completed their gesturing , and then raised their free hand s with fingers spread and palm s facing up as if each man was asking for a low five. Monson watched as expressions of intense focus took over the faces of both men.
Something started to happen...something significant. W hat though… what was it?
Monson felt a whoosh of energy like a concussion wave followed by a burst of heat. He closed his eyes , reacting to the ripple of energy . Once opened, Monson beheld a sphere of crackling energy forming on Gi’s right hand. A mix of red, yellow and orange , the small orb was dancing in place, spinning and growing steadily until it was about the size of a golf ball. Monson switched his attention to Yari to find that he , too , had a glowing form on his hand . In contrast to the reddish hues of Gi’s, Yari’s ball of energy was the deepest of blue s and seemed to embody every variation of color from light to dark. Instead of heat, an overwhelming coolness emanated from the space around Yari and his tiny globe . Monson watched each of the glowing orbs for a moment ; then, w ith quick hands , Gi and Yari violently jammed the orbs into the bottom of the ir cylinders . A violent commingling of light, smoke and color followed , as some sort of spiritual debris splashed over everyone. Monson felt burned and cooled almost simultaneously . When it all cleared , both Gi and Yari had assumed fencing positions with...swords in their hands. They had just created swords!
Monson gazed in awe at the weapons. Gi’s blade was glowing with the color of life fluids , simmering with a forge’s heat , as large flames swirled around both the blade and his arm. The look on Gi’s face spoke of blood lust and…power, immense power.
The power and heat of Gi’s blade contrasted sharply with the cool refinement of Yari’s aquatic blue one. His blade felt almost ethereal . The weapon left a ghost of itself in its wake , creating the illusion of multiple blades as Yari handled it.
“ What in the ... ” Monson felt the exclamation spill from him, but then he suddenly burst out . “Holy crap! If that isn’t the coolest thing I ’ ve ever seen ! ”
“Shh .. .” said Mo ns on’s clone in a quiet voice . “ W atch closely . ”
Both men said something in a language that Monson did not recognize, but that sounded vaguely familiar. Then they were off. What followed was like no sparring match
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