—Artorias frowns at Volt's description of his treasured weapons. Corrupted they may be, but he still has his pride with them.—
@Volt: Yes, but it takes the power of one's soul to manifest such powers. My Lord Gwyn, The Lord of Sunlight, fashioned bolts of lightning from his very soul during the War against the Immortal Dragons. The Lightning was the only thing that could destroy their stone hides, so...
—-He raises his hand in a clenched fist around a Talisman, and wordlessly speaks the prayer he knows by heart. A massive bolt of pure lighting flashes into his hand, shining like a spear made of pure light, arcing electricity at random points along the spear's length. Arotrias smiles, with a sign of pride in his voice as he brandishes the spear—
@Volt: He made it our weapon.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Looking at the impressive display of power, Volt folds his hands and tilts his head sideways with a smirk that practically says "Challenge accepted", then swiftly reaches for the short sword on his belt. As he flicks his wrist, the weapon's handle elongates, transforming into a slender spear of his own. Arcs of lightning run through it and spiral around the blade, permeating metal and emitting soft hum.
(@Artorias) Volt: Power stemming from God, huh? This is pure sorcery, ingenious in its simplicity. And yes, it can slay dragons too. Proven, though partly by chance.
—Artorias gives a low whistle of appreciation at the display. He Dr was his sword. —
@Volt: Impressive. But how well do you wield that blade? After all, even the deadliest weapon is useless in an amateur's hands.—
—He gives a few experimental swings, until finishing with a blow that smashes a pillar of ice from the force alone. Artorias smiles at Volt, challenging him—
@Volt: Your turn.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Seeing Artorias' display of sword mastery, Volt smiles even brighter. Part of the fun he had was stemming from realization of the fact that both of them have forgotten about gathering gear, but, after all, swordplay was a good pastime as well. Thief chuckled as he stepped to the open space and started showing off.
It was clear that Volt wasn't endowed with physical might or sheer mass to land suitably strong blows, so instead he dashed, jabbed, slashed, discharged flashes of lightning to disorient and utilized his weight to perform agile maneuvers until another pillar fell apart, sundered and sliced into many shards.
(@Artorias) Volt: Heh, something like that. Ain't easy to hit hard when one doesn't weigh like a bear.
—Artorias grins at the jab from Volt,and smiles about how the boy thinks his size could be seen as an unfair advantage. —
@Volt: True, size is an advantage. But without speed, you're just a big target.
—He dashes towards another pillar, right before dodge-rolling to the side and cleaved the pillar in two with a clean slice. He then sheathed his sword, and the pillar's tip half slides down and shatters—
@Volt: I was a master with the greatsword in my land. Perhaps I could help you with that blade, Volt.
edited 22nd Nov '16 1:01:12 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Hector comes across No Name, who's cleaning his Calico SMG.
(@Hector) No Name: Eager to see stuff burn to ashes or just find it fitting for your line of work?
Volt's face darkens a bit as he assesses the offer of mentorship, but then he raises his hand and does a gesture of polite declinal. His spear is still electrified, but he lowers the tip and sighs.
(@Artorias) Volt: Sorry, but no need to look after me. Y'know what enemies we archeologists tend to encounter most often? F#cking. Living. Statues. Huge masses of stone that can pulverize one with a sneeze, but are as clumsy as me after chugging flamecane rum for two days straight. Yet when one meets an ushabti... A beast-headed huge tomb guardian that is both fast and horribly strong. I've seen my share of fights with foes both larger and faster than me, and that's why I don't tend to fight fair. After all, nom atter how you look at it, a spear imbued with lightning is an armament of the smart one, not dignified one. So... Thanks, but no.
edited 22nd Nov '16 1:27:46 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
—Artorias sighs, a bit disappointed at Volt's answer. However, he understands that not all walks of life allow one to be honorable. Ciaran had taught him that much.—
@Volt: I understand Volt. However I would at least like to help you in some regard for the time you'very graced me with. Tell me, do you know any healing magics? Or wind spells? I know a few that may prove useful for you.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.

Hearing the knight's question, Volt looks at his palm as if something has stuck to it, and then spreads hands with a self-confident smile. There is, no doubt, a bit of pride in his voice since he has managed to grab Artorias' interest.
(@Artorias) Volt: That? My lightning. You could call it my knack. One of those tricks that people in my line of work need to do it right. Your armor and sword are antique and look potent... if mishoned, pardon me. Isn't there such magic around where you come from?