Carnage Scissors | Cecil and Squall
Billowing columns of smoke saturated the air around Oerba's training field. Minor spells flew every which way, often hitting unintended targets, or colliding with the ravaged earth below. Scars were permanently etched into the training grounds, due to both a lack of keeping, and an excess of use. Despite the seemingly sparatic spell casting, and chaotic fighting, there was indeed a structure. There were two rings of soldiers, one was much smaller and was located within the large circle. On the outside stood approximately 30 men, while the inner circle contained around half as much. Upon command, every soldier in the smaller circle would stop fighting with their designated partner, and shift to their left, and assume their new partner. Soldiers on the outer circle remained stationary, until the command to fight was given. Due to the larger amount of soldiers on the outer ring, contestants from either ring were allowed a break every other fight, while someone else stood in for them. ".............."
Cecil glanced down at his training partner. It hadn't taken long for him to submit, and take a knee, leaving the Dark Knight with ample time to catch his breath. Aside from a few considerably seasoned men, most of the soldiers here appeared young and stupid. Halfway through the exercise, many would abandon their form and simply swing their sword around madly. It didn't really bother the Knight, but it was clear who to avoid when given a mission.
"Next!!!"
Hollered the training instructor, bringing an end to the clashing of steel on steel. Many of the combatants groaned and stepped out of the ring to take a breather, leaving only a few warriors left. Cecil exhaled, and waited for the next shrimp to step up,