Chapter Fifty Nine - Isan's Training (Part 2)

'Little one, what happened to you?' Hallan stared with his two blue eyes wide, his nostrils blowing smoke and Noah as he jogged over to the tall dragon standing just in front of him and cranking his neck backwards to look up at the blue dragon.

Instead of replying by speaking to Hallan out loud Noah used his magic aura to connect the two and replied to him silently – 'A lot happened but nothing that I can say right now…' Surprising the dragon enough to make him snort and roll onto his side, flicking his tale at Noah.

Noah ducked under it and caught it with both of his hands so it didn't strike his face as it went back. Clasping it firmly and stopping it from wriggling out, Hallan snorted smoke out and his whole body vibrated with a low growl as he laughed at Noah. 'Boy – you are full of surprises. If you don't want to tell I won't push you or let Isan know that something about you is different.'

Pulling his tale away from Noah and then moving it over his head, it twisted back and forth as he stared the boy down. Noah could only smile at Hallan and turn to face Isan who had moved to the closest circle and taken out a two wooden swords, but alone the edge of the blade was a black material that shined under the light coming in from the gaping archway.

Noah took his time to walk over while doing some stretches for his arm making sure that they wouldn't cause him any issues during this practice bout. Isan was quite impressed that Noah was already familiar enough with sparring that he could get himself set up for a bout – he threw one of the wooden swords at Noah who caught it with ease, lifting it up and down, side to side to get an idea of the weight of it.

The wooden swords seemed to have a little more weight than any of the swords that he had previously used but he guessed that was so the troopers were able to handle various weapons with ease, not worrying if they were strong enough to use a certain weapon.

Both Noah and Isan lined up in the circle facing each other. Noah went for the style he usually went for while fighting his Master, bringing the sword in both hands and raising it to just above his waist; while Isan was loftier in his approach to the fight, letting the sword swing in his left hand from side to side in front of Noah.

"The first to get three direct hit on the other wins. If a sword breaks we will continue on until the match is won. Magic can be used if you wish too. Understand?" Sir Isan's words echoed around the empty room, bouncing from wall to wall. Noah nodded his forward and backwards a smile breaking his calm demeanour.

Hallan stood up from being laid on the floor, his eyes shining as he settled in for some entertainment. Wind blew in from the open arch and made Noah's hair light fly in the wind pushing some of the strands in his eyes. Isan took this moment to pounce.

Jumping forward and slashing down on Noah's right hand, trying to knock his shoulder out of place but Noah was too quick for him. He took a simple step to the left and blocked the oncoming downward strike with a smile. The layer of metal across the edge of the blades let out sparks and sent them everywhere.

Retaliating with a punch, Noah tried to get the better of Sir Isan's simple attack. Seeing Noah's under handed moves made Hallan snort trickles of flames as he enjoyed the kids smarts. Isan pushed his aura out to his legs in order to jump back but he didn't expect Noah to easily follow him without even using his own aura.

The flood of blue aura around Sir Isan as he exchanged blows with the young man, hitting harder and harder, indenting the swords metal edge with the clashes. Isan's eyebrows crossed as he was forced to do more and more work to fight back against Noah who hadn't even used a little magic against him.

Noah felt like Sir Isan was simply playing with him as they both exchanged blows – when it came to sparring he was still used to Sir Quin pushing Noah to the edge with each blow and having to everything he could to feel like he wasn't going to be slaughtered like a sheep in a pen.

He smiled wider and wider with each clash of blades, swinging the wooden sword across Sir Isan's chest in a feint to get closer to him and hit him with the handle of the blade, willing his magic aura around just his legs so that he could push faster than Sir Isan could keep up with.

The fight between them only raged on for a few more minutes before Noah managed to make another hit to the back of Sir Isan's leg, stabbing it as he twirled away from one of Noah's well set up feints.

The two stood a few metres apart, both taking in deep breaths but Sir Isan more visibly tired than the other, his eyes open wide and peeled on Noah, the sweat on his brow dripping off his eyebrows and onto the floor leaving splatters on it. The wind cooling him down as he braced his sword in his hand, gripping it with two hands. 'Whatever training Quin put you through certainly built you up better than the average trooper. You poor lad, you don't even realise how strong you are.'

Noah let the sword fall to his side as he wiped his brow of the little amount of sweat he had built up, "Sir Isan, can you fight a little more seriously please? Sir Quin never let me off and I would prefer if you didn't either Sir."

Sir Isan nearly spat blood, 'Cheeky Bugger.' He squeezed the sword in his hand and laid it on his shoulder. "If you don't want me to go easy on you kid, I will not but do not blame me for anything after."

Both warriors let out their magic aura; Sir Isan having waves of blue emitting from him covering everything where as he saw Noah as not letting out his true magic aura due to it only tightly emitting from his body by a few centimetres [less than a few inches]. "I thought you wanted to fight full out? Yet you only let out so much aura?" Isan's competitive side came out finally at the sight of the young man taking him as a joke, a seasoned Dragon Trooper.

They were circling each other during this exchange, hearing what his bond said he could only let out a sigh before telling him privately, 'The boy is a lot more skilled in aura than you are – do you not remember what Commander Joseph said to you years ago? The more you can concentrate and control your aura the more powerful you will be? The boy is already leaps and bounds ahead of himself.'

If Sir Isan face hadn't already been red from the sparring he would have gone a shade deeper but it seemed that Noah didn't take his comment to heart as he smirked back at the competitive teacher. In just a flash they were both engaging again taking swings, stabs and feints at each other to beat the other.

It all ended with Noah simply grabbing Sir Isan's wrist and twisting it backwards, using his sword in his backhand to slash at Sir Isan's chest and win the spar. A roar came from Hallan as he laughed at the outcome of the spar, it was far more entertaining than he expected.