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sorry for the hold up, life has gotten unexpectedly busy. I'll post more frequently now

"A lovely soliloquy, and certainly in a heavy blades class, cutting is paramount; however, it is my assertion that knowledge is the most important thing about fighting. Knowledge of self, your strengths and weaknesses and knowledge of your opponent. But make no mistake, this class will not be lectures, diagrams and written exams, oh, no!" The gnome chuckles quietly.

He adjusts his spectacles and repositions himself on his floating seat. His face takes on a more serious air and his voice, a hint of arrogance.
"Who wants to be the first to show me what they know?"

"Good answers, winning is certainly important, although not exactly what I was looking for. "

"Anyone else?"

The professor was still not in the classroom when David charged in and challenged the poor soul in the first row. With no teacher around, it is practically lawless and David knocks the other student backward. As he was about to hit the ground, he stops, suspended in mid air. David's movements are restricted, as well. A voice arises, "Now, now, there will be plenty of time for fighting later."

A portal appears in the front of the room and an old gnome floats through it; levitating upon a crystal. "Please take your seats, as we are about to begin."

"I apologize for my lateness, but it couldn't be helped. Let's get started. This is Heavy Blades and I am your teacher, Artha Cid."

As he speaks, the crystal paces and hovers throughout the room.

"So now I ask you all a question, and please feel free to yell out your answers... What is the most important thing about fighting?"

Artha Cid arises as the world is dark. The air is cold, the trees are bare, and the ground: dusty and dry. He groggily clears his eyes of dust as he sits down upon a large crytal to meditate. As he hums, motionless, the crystal begins to levitate and the world starts to brighten. The trees grow leaves and bloom magnificent flowers. Vibrant grass sprouts around him and a slight breeze picks the smell of spring through the air. Sunlight shines warmly and small birds and animals begin chirping and chatting throughout the foliage.

Artha clears his mind and stops humming. The breeze stops. He focuses his thoughts and sends out a message.

Hello students, this is your new Heavy Blades professor, Artha Cid. Today's introductory class will begin shortly, although I am running a bit late. I have already spoken to some who have expressed interest and look forward to seeing them.

I apologize for the telepathic interruption and thank you for your time. See you soon.

Artha opens his eyes and scans the room. His long sword catches his eye and he has a moment of remembrance.

Students, I'm sorry, one more thing. Wear armor.