>>>>>[It is true that there is a difference between sparring in training and an exhibition like this. I'll admit, though, that it is hard to find someone to train with, even with blunt weapons, because if they aren't a good enough partner to make me stretch my limits, then there's no point to it, but when I'm stretching my limits, it is hard to keep from getting serious. If I do that, then the frenzy takes me, and I have to find a new training partner. A real fight is much better for training, one of the reasons I hang out in Redmond now and then.
To date, I've only been in a few fights where I felt truly outmatched, and only the help of others kept me breathing to see the morning. Which isn't to say I've only been in serious danger a few times. There's plenty of times I was in a bad situation, and any practical person would betting the house on me dying, but I just couldn't bring myself to believe it. Always thought that there was a way, somehow, to win. Part of the problem is that those kinds of experiences build on eachother, and it takes more and more to make you feel that kind of fear. When you've stared a dragon in the eye from under a meter away as said dragon is doing his best to turn you into lunch, nothing the Barrens has can give you the same feeling that you are well and truly fragged. I'm still not sure how I survived some of those fights. Even I am not arrogant enough to say that I'm a match for even a 'normal' dragon. One-on-one, I'd be toast, easy. But with a lot of luck, and the help of my team, I managed to survive. Just don't ask me how. Seriously, I don't remember too much from those fights. I just remember throwing myself open to Shark and the spirit riding me, and giving in to the frenzy completely, and the next thing I know, the fight's over.]<<<<<
--Iceblade (07:53:22/01-13-75)