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Ruk and Tiamat, sparring, discussing traitor

Excellence came naturally to the Dragon-Blooded, perfection didn't. Perfection required utter devotion, focus, and an endless commitment to constant improvement. It required the exclusion of all else. It required the abandonment of the soul for a greater ideal. Among the Grass-Spiders, none had attained it. But Ruk and Tiamat came close.

The two men sparred for untold hours, every night. No breaks, no nights off, no repeats. Every night, something new was learned, something untried was tried. While their colleagues laughed and drank as the sun laid itself to rest, Ruk and Tiamat greeted the moon as it lit the empty Training Grounds - the real Training Grounds - albeit dimly. The time had come for real work. The two veteran Grass-Spiders were near their peak - young enough to remain spry and battle-ready, seasoned enough to have over a century of combat experience under their belt. They were simultaneously much less and much more than human; they cared little for material wealth or personal relationships, yet their utter devotion to their craft made them appear veritable avatars of swordsmanship itself.

At once a deadly duel (the men had long since abandoned the notion of practice blades) and a dance that seemed almost choreographed (although it was not), the two senior Grass-Spiders had launched immediately into their full-speed cadence. Along with practice blades, they'd also abandoned warmups - it was time wasted for swordsmen who never cooled down. To the onlooker, beauty would fail to describe the duel taking place. Each stroke not only perfectly placed to kill, but to impress - the men were as deadly as they were elegant. It was difficult to tell whether form followed function, or the opposite. It did not matter. Like the larger goal of the Order itself with the art of assassination, their swordplay seemed to redefine the meaning of the concept. Tiamat, in Exalted fashion, wielded two of the massive, curved blades, one in reverse grip and one held normally. The more conservative Ruk fought back with a single blade. All three were forged by Oak from Chiaroscuran glass, and their quality would have made even the owners of some jade weapons envious.

Only the quiet slicing of the air by the blades penetrated the silence - the footwork of the men, assassins even before swordsmen, was as silent as the void itself. Tiamat, with a side-arm swing of his forward-held blade, swung a less-than-graceful haymaker slash at Ruk, which Ruk easily sidestepped. As soon as the blade passed Ruk's midsection, Tiamat lunged forward another step, using the momentum of the first slash to propel himself around at incredible speed. As his back temporarily turned to Ruk, he swung his reverse-held blade in the same fashion, although the strike was more targeted. The move was utterly unexpected, even to Ruk, who was forced to make an inelegant parry. The clang of metal echoed briefly in the alcove of trees that surrounded the sparring arena.

Ruk smirked as he recovered and made a return strike, which Tiamat easily dodged. The two settled into a slash, dodge, slash, dodge rhythm again before Ruk spoke up.

"You've been watching Mesa fight."

Sidestepping an overhead slash from Ruk, Tiamat smiled and replied, "You've got me there. He has a comparatively poor level of discipline and mastery for a Member his age, but his refusal to train forces him to be constantly improvising in combat, whether he means to be or not."

Tiamat slashed at Ruk with both blades, in orthogonal directions. Ruk, for his part, anticipated the slightly different timing between the slashes, dodging one first, then the other, with blinding speed. Tiamat continued to speak calmly as he made his attack.

"Every now and then I'll spot something coming from him that seems worth adding to my repertoire."

Ruk and Tiamat, for all their prowess, were both notably humble. They were just as likely to borrow moves from an associate as they were Oak or Nazareth. They had no qualms about finding their inspiration anywhere, and as Dragon-Bloods in an increasingly Celestial age, were constantly reminded that the underdog could excel with a lucky strike or a clever plan of attack. Their sparring continued and the two fell back into a rhythm, having such hopeless mastery of their art that despite their efforts to remain focused, it was all too easy to slip into conversation and planning while executing and countering attacks most of Creation's Terrestrial Exalts could never hope to emulate.

"You know, Ruk, I'm not surprised that the White Veil Society had the influence to force the Seventh-Legion to attack the Range Homes... But the way that went down was disturbing," said Tiamat, between the slashes of each of his swords.

As he dodged, Ruk replied, "Oak and I dispatched the attacking Rangers with minimal casualties on our end. The old man might not have the grace he used to, but what he lacks in finesse he makes up for in raw power."

Tiamat finished his other slash, replying, "Of course, but that isn't what I'm talking about, Usagi. I'm talking about Naru." Usagi was a diminutive for Usanagi that only Ruk's closest companions dared call him; Tiamat had managed earn Ruk's close kinship through his performance during their training sessions.

Ruk, no fan of rhetoric, leaned underneath Tiamat's second slash as he dropped his sword, then wrapped his right arm around Tiamat's left forearm. As he did, he questioned, "She was kidnapped and later returned. What about her?"

He jerked Tiamat sideways and used their momentum to drive Tiamat's left sword, still in Tiamat's hand, deep into the ground. Leveraging the Eight-Legged Harvest Promenade's focus on effective holding, he utilized Tiamat's brief surprise and wrapped his left arm around Tiamat's right forearm. With their arms locked, Ruk's grasp began to resemble the arachnid wrestling tumble it was meant to emulate. Ruk attempted to take the fight to the ground with a low, sweeping trip kick. Tiamat, righting himself quickly, easily jumped the kick and planted both of his feet squarely in Ruk's undefended chest. He pushed off with all his might, freeing himself from Ruk's grasp and launching himself into the air. The Air Aspect glided backwards with a feline grace and casually flipped over, landing on his feet. Still, he hadn't exactly won the engagement - escaping from Ruk's grasp had forced him to abandon both of his swords, one lying on the ground next to Ruk and the other stabbed into the earth, nearly to the hilt, a victim of Ruk's initial disarm attempt. Ruk, for his part, had been knocked down by the kick. As Ruk got to his feet, Tiamat answered his question.

"Why kidnap Naru? While valuable to us, the level of information she could provide to them that they didn't already know seems modest at best, and hardly worth the effort."

Ruk didn't bother to pick up his sword, assuming a low stance with his arms held high. The pose was as bizarre as the arachnid martial art that conceived it, but served as an ideal launchpad for the complicated, mobile grappling attacks that characterized the style.

As Tiamat approached Ruk in a more traditional fighting stance, Ruk began to see the reasoning behind Tiamat's suggestion. Still, Ruk, ever patient, allowed Tiamat to continue his explanation. Tiamat obliged his silent invitation.

"Think about it. What did the White Veil Society hope to gain by launching that attack? To demonstrate that they knew where we were hidden? No way, they already did that. To wipe us out? With only 25 rangers? I don't think so. If their intelligence is half as good as they claim there's no way they could have reasonably hoped to defeat us with only 25 rangers. They wanted their prisoner back."

Ruk replied, "And they got her." With that, Tiamat sprang for Ruk, who stood between the Air aspect and his swords. At the same time, Ruk made his patron arachnid proud, lunging forward just as Tiamat began to jump at Ruk. Ruk's stance was conducive to a low lunge, and as a result, Ruk found himself beneath an airborne Tiamat. At the very moment Tiamat was directly above him, Ruk redirected his momentum into a rapid grab at Tiamat's legs. He successfully snared Tiamat in mid-air, at which point Ruk himself jumped backward, pulling them both into the air and away from Tiamat's blades.