The four thugs, couldn't be any different than one another, the group leader was a small weasel looking, Character, that was Wielding the wicked looking hook, and he was to the front and right of Corllion, then guy over Corllion's right shoulder seamed as if he was the most deadly of the group, he was about a half a hand taller than Corllion and outweighed him by 50 pounds he had a club in his left hand and had a knife in his right, the other thug behind Corllion, was a massive brute that dwarfed the club he carried, and the guy in front to the left was , Patch of scars, Was missing his left ear completely, and a portion of the bottom right was gone as well.
As soon as the first flicker of motion, Silversword turned to his right and snapped his fingers a white orb appeared just past his hand and shot out towards the dual welding thug, and wrapped him up in a glossy white net of some kind, completely immobilizing him. Stepping back and to the side , avoiding a swing from the big brute, Corllion let fly with a side kick to the knee of the huge attacker, who dropped his club and grabbed his leg wailing and rolling around on the ground. The next to strike was the patch work thug, he tryed to bear hug tackle the Elf who had just crippled one friend and magically ensnared another. Corllion cut a back flip over the guys head, allowing the man to miss and go sprawling on the ground , again Corllion made a hand gesture and snapped his fingers, and a red line of light tied the patch work thug up tightly, when the red glow vanished it was a normal rope that had the thug hog tied. Corllion simple turned back to the leader who had yet to make a move.
The lone remaining thug looked over his freinds and saw how quickly and efficiently the Elf had dispatched with out killing any of them shook him to his core. When he looked back Corllion had his hand raised and was pointing a ring clad finger at him. The man visibly shook, and a puddle of yellow liquid was pooling up under his feet, and the left leg of his cut off knee high pants was wet as was his leg. With out a word the man dropped his club and ran off without another thought being wasted on his friends he was leaving behind.
As quickly as it started it was over , Corllion did not wait around to see if any one of law would come to the aid of the three left in the small clearing of dock area. Many people had witnessed what had happened, fights along the docks where a common sight , the out numbering someone four to one was also not foreign sight, the use of magic was though.
It defied logic to the poor dock workers. All they knew of magic was , wizards in funny hats and clothes cast spells. And to those that knew, it took both hands to cast spells, and time.
They where all baffled seeing a elf just flick his wrist and magic come forth no chanting or throwing small items in the air, or forcefully throwing them to the ground . These where the common cornerstone's of magic use, or so everyone believed. Spells took time to cast ,focus , and spell Components. What know one knew was, a spell could be prepared, and designed to have a trigger word or movement, everything could be done before hand. Then all one had to do was trigger it to cast. The part that even a normal mage, wizard, or witch did not know or would understand even if they saw it was the Additional, elemental of modification to cast these spells all one handed. Now the Magic's that could be done like this where selective. Not alll spells could be done this way.
There about all the other requirements was the caster. Their relationship with magic had to be a part of them, it had to flow within them as if it were their own blood. This is why only the elves could be bladesinger's. Added to this Affinity for magic, they had to have the constitution of a warrior, to be able to handle the Rigorous demands of of body and soul. Casting a spell no matter how simple costs, the caster energy. The more complex the spell the more energy. This is where the fighting prowess of a swordsman comes in. Their bodies and abilities to fight with a long bladed edged weapon for extended times , this fitness is the other side of the coin for a bladesinger, the last part . The Blade dance, when the welder and sword become one and the blade sings its song, the hidden undercurrent of the song is a form of spell that embues the welder with stamina, what this means is the further a bladesinger falls into there dance the more energy is pumped into their bodies, building up a charge for casting spells. This is why it was so important for Corllion to hear his blade , without it he could not renew his energy for the spells he would eventually have to cast, while fighting. And because of his blade design it uses more energy than any other weapon, and at the same time it produces more than three times the normal amount by any one else's blade song. So if he had continued down this path and never heard his blade and it built up to much energy with out being able to deliver it the sword would have become a kind of bomb waiting for Detonation. And he would end up using to much of his own to survive.
Corllion exited the small clearing and headed for the row of barges lined up along the dock. As he reached the waters edge, he spotted Kyra resting against a large crate of goods. She motioned to him to come closer.
So you didn't waste much time getting here, did you find everything you needed for the down river trip? It will be a fortnight before we stop at the sea port and change ships. Kyra asked back to back before giving him a chance to answer the first question. Corllion simply nodded to her. Kyra noticed he wasn't a talkative as he normally was. What's troubling you Silversword? She asked. Someone is trying to keep tabs on me and I'm wondering who it might be and if they had anything to do with the thugs that just tried to attack me, he stated bluntly.
What? Tell me every detail, she quickly asked. So Corllion recounted the events that happened since the group split up and went their separate ways. I know it wasn't you that was trying to Monitor my movements, your magic has a different feel to it, but did you arange the sock workers? He asked.
Taken a back Kyra answered without missing a beat. No it wasn't me, and why do you say my magic has a different feel to it? Corllion sat down on the ground right in front of her and crossed his legs and went into explaning it to her, he had done this so many times, in the past and everyone had always dismissed what he was saying. It was the way she listened to him, it was if she understood more about what he was saying to her. Or at least was more open to the way he was explaining it, it was a comfort to him. Kyra allowed him to speak uninterrupted, and did not take her focus off him the entire time, even when she was others start showing up she paid them no mind, as the group one by one reassembled behind Corllion , to a man did not speak and just listened to him talk.
For Kyra it explained a lot and filled in a few gaps in her understanding of his abilities. She actually began to envy him in how he was able to perceive magic to the point of discerning who or what type of magic was being cast by feeling. Afterwards she felt she understood, him a lot better.