A Fight or Just Practice?

I roll my eyes.

"Fine.You asked for it." I get up and pull out my bow,and use a smoke bomb to buy me some time.I throw some more,and go back to my basic strategy.Hiding in the smoke.I don't attack,but run around and think of a new strategy.

OOC:hey!my charrie is stealthy!i feel offended lol also,whats a chakram?


I start throwing my knives.

OOC:i was kidding gods lol i really dont care

I stop moving altogether for a second,concentrating.I had dropped my sword somewhere.The enchantment would take too long.I concentrated harder,and I sensed it.
I ran toward where I thought it was.

OOC: what is "it"
"Where do you think you are going," I ask Noah.

OOC:my sword.

"My sword." I reply,with an edge in my voice.The sword was too important to me to lose.I walked straight past him toward it,it was somewhere in the smoke.

I looked in my sheathe.The enchantment should have brought it back by now.I try to sense it again,but it seems to be in multiple places at once.

"Do you need help," I call to Noah through the smoke.

"No,I think I'll be fine!" I say,though rather nervously.I didn't think I could find it myself,but I didn't want to admit I needed help.

"I'll help you anyway," I say looking through the smoke all over the ground.

"Fine.It's just,I can usually sense exactly where it is,because of this weird battle sense I have,but this time,it's almost like it's everywhere.Like it's in pieces.But it was branded with double metals,it couldn't have been destroyed. " Then I think."Or could it..." I say wonderingly.

"nothing is beyond destruction," I say soberly.

"I know,but it would've been nearly impossible."

I think for a moment.I still couldn't believe my odd connection with the sword.Was it was the power of my mother?I didn't know."It's hard to say... It's everywhere,but nowhere at the same time." I tell him.I hoped he didn't become agitated at this,as I was repeating it once more.I was agitated,but not at him.At myself.How could I let this happen?My sword,of all things...

"I have no idea how to help you," I say with a frown and a sigh, "my sword is always available," I say making it appear in my hand to demonstrate my point, "and I can recall it to me and to my bag with ease."

Now I'm agitated with him."The same usually works for me,but it hasn't." I say,clearing my smoke bomb.I don't see my sword,but the smoke is no longer able to cloud my thoughts.I think."It's either been destroyed,although I doubt it,or the enchantments were tampered with." I knew it was the second,even as I'd said it,and exactly who did so.