[center][h1] [color=008000]Mikhail Fuast[/color] [/h1] [/center]


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Having been quite literally chained to Scott for a month had done a number on Mikhail’s patience. Straizo’s little gremlin had insisted that it would improve the squad’s teamwork, but all it had done for Mikhail was give him a nasty bout of nausea. The cavalier could still feel where the iron clasp had been around his ankle, forever dooming him to be within a few feet of the other cavalier. 

The feeling of freedom was sweet, but oh did the trial before him sting. For a month he had improved his coordination and team tactics with the other cavalier, something that had proven to be quite the task due to being on horseback.

[color=008000][i]And now here he are, after hours of focusing on teamwork, dueling.[/i][/color] The irony was not lost on him, but having to go up against a member of the Royal Guard alone kept him from truly appreciating it. 


[color=008000]”Tch, of course,”[/color] he muttered, seeing his opponents weapon of choice. Today was just turning into the best day ever for the dour knight.

With a light tap of his foot, Rollo approached the axe-wielder. [color=008000]”Very well, I accept your challenge,”[/color] he replied, his expression dead serious. Even though he had been in the military for several years, Mikhail had only heard stories of the current royal guard, of which ranged from the unbelievable to the impossible. Until he knew for sure what he was dealing with, the cavalier had no intent to overplay his hand. 

His lance rested comfortably in his grip, waiting for his opponent to make the first move. Rollo was making a slow circle around him, but was capable of moving deceptively quickly should he attempt to rush in.