“Alright  then,   let us see”   came  the  responce  from  the  wanderer,  watching  the changeling’s every move.  

When  the  changeling struck with an upwards sweep,    the wanderer  would immediately give ground  to try and avoid the first strike.   He then,when he was successful in  avoiding the first strike,  the wanderer managed an ad-hoc parry  of  the  second  strike,  maintaining his distance as he brought the blade up  executed an parry manoeuvre  Unlike  the last time,  it would likely be obvious  that  the wanderer  was  having to work  to  keep his defence sturdy and unyielding.    The wanderer,   when the changelings second strike was  completed and parried,   moved forward.  

The wanderer’s  first strike,  when it came,     was  an  right diagonal strike.   This strike was simply aimed at  forcing the changeling back   before he  would (if successful) segue into an second strike,   turning  his blade and delivering an second left diagonal strike.   Depending on the changelings prior knowledge,   Onyx may be able to determine  that the wanderer was attempting to probe the changelings defensive style, looking for weaknesses.

The  wanderer quietly  listened  and  watched  the changeling as    they  proceeded  to  relax  their body  and  try  the  stance  again,   before  proceeding   run  through  what  he  had  said.     When  they asked  if he would  care to go another round..   the ancient falcae smiled slightly  before  then backing up  so  as  to  get some distance between  him  and  the  changeling.    “Correct  and  I  would  definitely  be up  for  another round.”  he  smiled. assuming  an  ready stance  once he was satisfied he was far enough away.

After a moment,  once in the stance.  he spoke.   “Perhaps, if you would like, after this  round  I could  teach  you some  ways  to use  the curved  Falcae tip  of  the  blade  during  combat”  he  calmly offered.  The wanderer   then relaxed  his  arms  slightly  so as  to be able to react slightly faster   to  an  attack  than  if  his arms  were  tensed.     He  then paused  before  saying.  “Shall  we begin?”  watching  the  changeling carefully  as  he  waited  for  them  to  attack, or  for  them to make an move.

“To first hit?”  he  then asked,  clearly  wanting to lay down  specific guidelines  as  to when  the round  would  end.     The  ancient  Falcae  could not help but  smile  as  he  waited  for  the  round  to begin,   enthusiastic  about  the  fact  he was  going  to get to spar  again.   In  this  mindscape…    able  to  see  at least in  this mindscape.  He  then paused  before  saying.  “If we..  go  any  further  than  that,   then it may be better  if  we both wore training armour.” 

“Something which I can make appear if needed.”

When Onyx recovered and looked back at him,  the wanderer  maintained  an  slight  smile  as  he looked  at  the  changeling.   He then,  when  the changeling  replied  and  said  how  they would appreciate what he could teach him as  he was fast so he   should  correct him  when needed,   the ancient falcae nodded once.  “As you wish.”  he  responded   before he lowered his blade.  He  then,  as  the changeling  took to their battle  stance before going stiff,    began to walk around  them.

After a few moments  spent evaluating  the  changelings  stance,  he reached out  and lightly tapped one of the changelings arms.  “When your preparing  to engage  someone,  keep your blade slightly closer  than that,   try to give yourself as much room as possible  to parry or counter as needed.”    he  began,  moving  around  as  he  let out an small ‘hm’

“Also,  you need  to  have  an specific  aim when you strike when facing an skilled opponant.”  he told  the changeling.   “A skilled opponant  will kill you if you just  charge without an aim in mind”  The wanderer  then   moved slightly  closer  to  the  changeling.  “However, if you were to have charged as you had”  he began  before assuming  an  similar stance to the changeling   before  charging forward.

Smiling,    the  ancient  Falcae  watched  the  changeling,  maintaining  an calm  and  firm  grip on  his  blade   as  the  changeling   told  him  that they were  ready  before  charging forward.  

 The  wanderer,   with  his  centuries  of  experience,  calmly  took  an step  back  as  the  changeling  charged.   As   he  did  so,  he  raised  his own blade high  parrying with  an side sweep  as  the two blades  clashed before  he  then  stepped  back  slightly, putting  some  distance  between  him  and  the  changeling.   As  he moved,  he spoke.  “Good  strike Kaiser,  though there are  things  I can show you  to improve your technique”  he  commented.  

As  soon  as  there was enough distance  between him and the changeling for him to launch  an attack  of  his own, he attacked.  The  wanderer’s  blade arched   diagonally  towards   the  changeling  as  the  wanderer  stepped forward,  one  hand holding  the  hilt   with  the  other  held  closer  to  the  blade    of  the  sword  itself.  The  wanderer  kept  his  face  passive  as  he  swung  his blade,   intending to (if  the changeling managed  to recover  and  parry  his  blade in time) ,  turn  his  blade  slightly   so  the  curved point  stopped  an  few inches away from the changelings neck.  

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Once  their two minds  connected   there would,  for an time,  be darkness.   An all consuming lack of everything. Something that would give at least some hint  about how it was  to be blind,  or to have your eyes closed.   Then,  the  changeling would in themselves in an strange landscape.     At  first,  the landscape  seemed  relatively  formless,  an expansive  white space devoid of people  and  lacking shape.

After a moment, as  the  changeling  spoke,   the landscape  shifted,   the  wanderers  form  shifting  so as to be clad  in training  attire  as  the landscape  took  the appearance  of  Falcae training hall  with simple marbled walls and weapons on racks.   The ancient Falcae,  when they proceeded to speak,  asking what this was and how they got there,  before saying how confused they were.  The wanderer, his eyes not looking blinded in this  mental landscape,  smiled as he stood  there.

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‘Onyx was happy to see the change in environment. It was odd, yet very familiar to the former kaiser. Things were, in a way, comforting. The changeling felt at home in a place of fighting and controlled violence. With a smile and a bounce to his step, Onyx gladly buzzed over towards the weapons rack and took a blade for himself. His figure for fighting would have to be bipedal and claws since it was hard to swing a sword with telekinesis or hoof like limbs. A few swings through the air were practiced to make sure the blade felt like the one he used often at home. When the practice swings were done with, Onyx nodded in satisfaction and turned to the changed Wanderer.’

“Let’s~. You look different Wanderer. Is it bad that I thought you actually had no eyes under that mask? Heh heh.”

‘With a grin and a heart for the sword, Onyx raised his blade up and stood at the ready, eager to learn from the ancient Falcae.’

The wanderer allowed  himself  an  small  smile  as  the  changeling buzzed over to the weapons  rack  and  retrieved a blade,  glad  that the  changeling  seemed  to  be  happier  now  that  the  landscape  looked like  an  falcae  training  hall.    He,  as  the  changeling  proceeded  to   indulge in a few practice  swings,  did  the  same.   Executing  two practice  swings  of  the blade,  reacquainting  himself  with  the  weight  and  length  of  an  Falcae  war-blade. He  then,  when  they turned to look at  him,  smiled  slightly. Despite  the  fact  that he was  here  to train someone else,  he  was  still enjoying  being  where he was... and  the  prospect of  training  with an blade again.     Training  in  the  Ta-da’el  was  an little  thing  that  he  found himself  to have truly  missed.

The ancient Falcae  was  then  pulled out of his thoughts  by  the  changeling’s words.  He listened  to Onyx as  they began to speak,  before pausing  and  commenting on his appearance.    This  caused the wanderer to smile.  “Its  not  that bad.”  he  replied  before  then adding.  “As  long as you don’t  tell other people I have eyes.” he then added jokingly.  

Once  their two minds  connected   there would,  for an time,  be darkness.   An all consuming lack of everything. Something that would give at least some hint  about how it was  to be blind,  or to have your eyes closed.   Then,  the  changeling would in themselves in an strange landscape.     At  first,  the landscape  seemed  relatively  formless,  an expansive  white space devoid of people  and  lacking shape.

After a moment, as  the  changeling  spoke,   the landscape  shifted,   the  wanderers  form  shifting  so as to be clad  in training  attire  as  the landscape  took  the appearance  of  Falcae training hall  with simple marbled walls and weapons on racks.   The ancient Falcae,  when they proceeded to speak,  asking what this was and how they got there,  before saying how confused they were.  The wanderer, his eyes not looking blinded in this  mental landscape,  smiled as he stood  there.

The wanderer listened  as  the changeling proceeded to  warn him  that they were part of the hive mind  and  that  they would have to block out their brethren.  He then gave an small nod of understanding  when they said  that they intended to block out the  hive so as to give  them some mental privacy.   “Alright.”  he  then said,  calmly  before adding.  “That is admittedly quite wise.”  he conceded. 

The ancient  Falcae  then quietly  listened  and  watched  the changeling’s  aura  as   they both  sat  in  silence  for  a moment.  When  Onyx  then spoke,  indicating  that he was ready to start.   He then,  as  the  changeling allowed an breath to escape,  took an moment to prepare himself.   “Alright”  he began. “When I begin,  I will cease to be able to directly see your aura, my focus will be on the link.”   he explained. 

“I will be entirely blind.”  He then took a moment  before he said.  “I will now begin.”  As  he  said  this,   his blind eyes  began to glow...  as  he began to reach out to Onyx  with his mind.  He  then started to begin  the link.  “Do you feel  that?”  he  then asked,  as  he touched the changelings mind with his own.  “When you are ready, allow your mind to join with mine”  he  then told  the  changeling  as  he formed  the  psychic area  where they would be training,   something  that would look like  reality  to both him and  the  changeling while waiting for the changeling to link their mind with his.

When  the  changeling  said  that he could find  them a place  and  said  this way,  the wanderer nodded before focusing on the changeling’s  aura.  He then followed Onyx as  they walked.

The wanderer,  as  they progressed   walked, tapping out an path with his staff as  they walked   before he then stopped  as  Onyx spoke.  The falcae quietly listened to  the  changeling  before  speaking  when the changeling had finished speaking after having led him into what he presumed was a room due  to  the  comment  about  the doors.   “May I ask if there is anywhere we could perhaps sit?”  he asked, unable to see  the room itself  due to the fact that there did not (at first inspection) appear to be any other living auras  except for that of Onyx.   

“As we should probably  sit down  before we  begin.”  he  then  continued “As our awareness of the real world  will be reduced…  if not completely  replaced by the mental realm.”  he explained.    The falcae fell silent, keeping his emotions to himself  as he awaited the kaisers responce, watching their aura.

“Yes, here. I have a couple of chairs for us.”

‘Onyx had to mentally slap himself as he forgot the Wanderer wasn’t just someone who can’t see and still get around. The wanderer was well and truly blind to anything other than living beings. The Wanderer and Onyx’s son Corvan shared a trait then. Objects posed a problem in unfamiliar places to Corvan, so it was safe to assume the same could be said about the Wanderer. Onyx’s foot gently moved the cane towards the chair so that the Wanderer could tell exactly where it was.’

“The chair you can have is at the end of your cane friend. I’ll sit across from you. Be mindful, there is also a table in here as well between us.”

‘Without much hesitation, Onyx sat down and rested his claws on the table. Chairs didn’t agree with a quadruped body, so a bipedal one would do, even if he his back hunched forward.’

The wanderer,  when the changeling responded,   allowed himself  an nod to acknowledge the changelings response.   “Alright.”  he then replied.   

When the changeling  then tapped his blade staff/cane,  the ancient Falcae allowed the changeling to move his staff,  before feeling his staff hit an solid object. He then listened to the changeling as  they explained what was at the end of the cane  and what was in-front of the chair  and  that the changeling  would sit across from him.  

Nodding in response,  he then said. “Alright”  before then continuing.  “Thank you for your aide”  he then added.  Once he had said this,  the ancient falcae proceeded to carefully move towards  the chair, one hand slightly raised.  When his hand then reached the chair and touched it, he  very carefully sat down, carefully sliding his legs under the table. 

When  the  changeling  said  that he could find  them a place  and  said  this way,  the wanderer nodded before focusing on the changeling’s  aura.  He then followed Onyx as  they walked.

The wanderer,  as  they progressed   walked, tapping out an path with his staff as  they walked   before he then stopped  as  Onyx spoke.  The falcae quietly listened to  the  changeling  before  speaking  when the changeling had finished speaking after having led him into what he presumed was a room due  to  the  comment  about  the doors.   “May I ask if there is anywhere we could perhaps sit?”  he asked, unable to see  the room itself  due to the fact that there did not (at first inspection) appear to be any other living auras  except for that of Onyx.   

“As we should probably  sit down  before we  begin.”  he  then  continued “As our awareness of the real world  will be reduced...  if not completely  replaced by the mental realm.”  he explained.    The falcae fell silent, keeping his emotions to himself  as he awaited the kaisers responce, watching their aura.

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When the rat monster  turned human proceeded  to respond,  saying about how they had both actually tried to help her people while she was unable to do so.   The wanderer,  due to his experiences, well aware of the fact that the she-rat’s words  seemed to be bitter,  something which suggested that their thoughts were bitter.   He knew this because he had felt  a similar way and had used similar words, when his own species,   the Falcae had faced  their doom a long.. long time before.

“As you said,  we simply did as best as we could to save as many monsters as we are able,   some of those we saved even coming from areas around your city.” the wanderer then out an sigh “I imagine that my friend would agree when I say,  we only wish we could  have done more.”